Do
I sound Hitchcockian or James Bondish
When
I begin riddle like
With
the title “Their cell phone, their gun!”
I
am neither
But
many many others around me are
Take
note it is not “My cell phone, my gun”
For
the folks of this generation
Cell
phone is a James blondish appendage
More
of a gun than a gadget of communication
On
the move to flash messages shoot pictures of me
I
get alarmed naturally when I move around
People
appear before me and come around me
Cell
phone doting like a gun in their hands
Flashing
the messages and capturing my pictures
They
keep materializing paparazzi like
The
result is complete lack of privacy
For
not only things of importance and
confidentiality
but things of trivial nature
my
eating, my purchasing things so on
They
never seem to repent or relent
They
seem more programmed like robots
To
carry out such despicable in human
Freedom
usurping deeds in a so called
Country
of freedom, they seem more
Selfish,
barbaric than notorious criminals
By
jove! It’s impossible to move
unobtrusively,
stay out of sight
Every
place is informer infected
Their
cell phone aids them in all these as
a
gun on the move in their hands, deep sigh!
-Mohan Sanjeevan
