Saturday, February 4, 2017

A three star article

I recently watched the episode ‘nosedive’ from the brilliantly produced TV series, Blackmirror, which triggered my thinking on the importance and/or dangers of putting a rating on people’s actions. Now this article is a particularly challenging one to write as it flirts on the boundaries of what’s normal and harmless and what’s not and I have had to be cautious with my choice of words. It’s best to start by saying there is nothing wrong with ranking people, places etc. per se in our heads. In fact we do it innately on an everyday basis which builds our preferences and propels us to make decisions on what ice cream to buy, which clothing to wear, which person to acquaint with at a party etc. etc. However, the argument of ‘too much of anything is harmful’ plays in, when we start ranking everything explicitly. To provide context to what I mean by ‘too much’, a quintessential example would be the episode I mentioned. Sidestepping on possible spoiler alerts, the episode in a nutshell is about a futuristic technological world where people are profiles on a giant world network and are rated by people around them on a day-to-day basis. People scrounge for points as that determines social stature and related perks. Should you fall below the score of 3 on 5, you face consequences which can amount to restricted access to places, products and possible jail term!(Glimpse: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R32qWdOWrTo)
   
Ratings seems to have found roots in identifying quality in a large world with overflowing choices and options. For instance, I personally find ratings on food ordering apps helpful. Except, overtime you realize the ratings are subjective and may not always be a five star for you. The same context holds when we rate each other implicitly through social media by the absolute number of likes on our pictures or absolute number of followers on our profile, amongst other things. What is likeable to one may not be to the other but in an inane quest to collect the maximum likes, we try to shape our profiles as more socially desirable. Pictures taken for memory are now pictures taken to draw an image of oneself and seek self validation. With time we haven’t realized how subtly, rating manifests rating and we are caught up in that vicious circle. It may seem a tad exaggerated to use the term ‘vicious’ for wanting more and more likes but it is harmful as the tendency to be liked gets accentuated in our perspectives and creeps up in the smallest of things we do. What is naturally likeable about a picture or gesture becomes an unsaid rule, pivotal to what we click. Every small act gets linked to an ulterior intention of being liked, whether it’s clicking the mother dairy ice cream you ate or putting up a happy birthday Whatsapp status for your friend. 
Maybe every once in a while we need to “stop and smell the roses”; relish in the joys of the wondrous technology of photography and social media and resist the externalities it brings with it. Connect with people afar and anew, let go of that side pose and goof for fun and not for its ‘like’ inducing endearing quality, click a black and white for the charm the picture may hold each time you see it not because you want establish yourself as a pro, and sometimes just forget to click because you were so busy having a good time! True, these examples are borne from my personal bias but they are such commonplace that I believe at least one will resonate with you.

The irony of it all baffles me. In an ever-growing world  where we want to distinguish ourselves and be sought after, we are constantly exploiting basic human psyche of ‘what appeals’ and consequently edging towards dehumanizing ourselves by mechanically chasing the fair-weather approval and affection of the possibly near but most probably not, the truly dear ones, and dangerously losing our individualism.  
                                                                                                                                                                                      

Sunday, January 8, 2017

Is writing a lost art or an obsolete skill?

Is writing a lost art or an obsolete skill in today’s technology driven world? I wonder this as I stretched out my arm to grab the forgotten diary to jot down my thoughts only to turn to the sticky notes app on my laptop. The mobile as our permanent accessory, the digital pen is always with us and more convenient to carry than a pocket diary and a pen. I personally miss scribbling my thoughts, my work and my to-do lists on notebooks and parchments on paper but the convenience of an app or a word doc triumphs these sporadic urges and old habits. At work, the argument lies in efficiency but of late the argument also validates in a world where you can share, edit and update grocery lists (cue:Wunderlist). Alas, then it would seem that ‘manual’ writing is now only a creative pursuit, a skill survived by those who feel their thoughts flow more freely with the organic feel of the pen on paper. Then again, personal writing is confined to the covers of a personal journal whereas professional writing is increasingly digitalized. I don’t have the luck of knowing any writer but considering that manuscripts undergo several edits before making it to the publishing house, it seems ideal for authors to be typing their work over penning their thoughts. It’s also easier for writers to find their genre of audience through digital social media. Blogposts, Fb posts and Tweets are the most popular ways of expressing one’s opinions publicly and additionally helps getting feedback on the same or generating a discussion. Since all the arguments are in favour of digitalization, are we looking ahead at a world with writing as a forgotten art and skill? Would the futuristic generation of school going kids be more excited about iJournals and beta versions of writing apps than the smell of new books and the joy of brand new and colourful stationery? Will qwerty takeover cursive writing? I, for one, have mixed feelings about writing losing its place in this world. Maybe reminiscing is for the old. For instance I don’t miss the radio though my parents still keep one in their bedroom with the antennae stretched high listening to FM. Maybe the digital ink will never fade while the writing on paper finds its way in museums as a bemusement for future generations on how we got by without speech to text, autocorrects and backspaces.