Nowadays we feel very good about having connectivity and being connected; but is that so? Here are some different views on being a netizen….
I am a netizen, a different kind of citizen, I inhabit virtuality,
I live in cyberspace, I know of other place, that’s my reality.
I try to write, but can’t get beyond 140 letters,
and not getting `likes’ on my tweets, gives me the jitters.
I don’t socialise, or have friends, or physically meet and greet
my existence is measured by how much I can retweet.
I abbreviate my words, my `the’ has become `d’, and I LOL,
because laughing in reality is not fashionable, it really doesn’t sell.
My soul belongs to the internet, my mantra is connectivity,
my friend is my laptop, its battery symbolizes my longevity.
I e-chat, skype, yahoo, google, and love a virtual hangout,
I have friends and contacts lists of people I know nothing about.
I have voice over protocols, messengers, itunes and whatsapp,
my inboxes fill up through the day, with such unbelievable crap.
I don’t read, listen to music, or go to out to watch a play,
I live in a cocoon, and very soon I won’t know night from day.
I stare at the screen, waiting for my net messenger’s ping,
you know its been ages since I’ve heard a live voice sing.
I don’t come out to look at the sky, or watch birds in flight,
I don’t have to, I don’t need to, I have no need for insight.
The reason for why existence is to be in with what’s trending,
I never move ahead, though forwards I keep on sending.
For me a bird is an icon on twitter, my popularity’s new threshold,
did someone say, beware, all that twitters, need not be told?
I am a netizen, a different kind of citizen, living in virtual reality,
forever connected, yet when dissected, completely alone as an entity.