Touch Revolution Losing Real Touch

My mom moved her palm over my shoulder to divert my attention and asked if I needed some coffee before she went to bed. I had to keep awake all night, as usual, but I nodded no. I was working, completely stressed out, and feeling irritated. Maybe she din't know that I was trying to get calm amidst all the irritation, so she just asked me and moved away. It felt soothing. Though she really did not intend to touch and comfort me, I just woke up from an annoyed schedule. Din't think such usual and simple unintended and sometimes intended touches would give a somewhat alright feeling sometimes.

Amidst that schedule, as now I felt calmer, I started thinking over this sense of touch. Why did this make me feel and think over it again? Haven't I been touched for long? Yes, true, nothing would have touched me except the clothes I wear on. It must really be atleast a few weeks since I was touched and I lacked that feeling. And strangely, I'vent touched someone in at least more than a month. Sounds simple or Strange!! But its sheer shame and incredible too. Just working, sleeping, eating, bathing, and what else. Trying to rewind more backwards, I stil don't remember touching my mom or sis in sometime. Striking the keyboard, my finger tips have the feeling that those keys r the ones who are to be touched and the rest maybe untouchable. If not for the keyboard, my fingers and palm revolves around the mouse. How long!! Long!! Long!!! This is years now. I'm tapping the keyboard, moving the mouse, scrolling, clicking buttons on remote or my mobile phone. I've reduced using my mobile for at least a year now. But still I don't own a laptop, an iPhone, or even an iPod. Maybe this is why I don't own them. I loved the Touch Revolution, for all that happening around me with respect to technology in mobiles, computers, players - all touch interactive. If without owning a lot of these Touch-tech gadgets, I live a life of an untouchable, what you all guys on earth would be doing with all these stuff.

I don't have a dog or else it'd have scratched me for being such a human (or not being human). Maybe only because there was no reason to touch - and only bcos of it had I been like this for sometime. It must be bcos of that that my skin got hard as a buffallo's and I'm irresponsive to actions. I think everyone knows how touch can cause healing; not how Jesus healed people - but with the sense of touch and feeling of touch that evokes sensitivity in a person, and that in part effecting in healing. To say, the way a mother treats her baby or wards him off diseases by running her palms over him & the way a cat cleans its kitten with its rosy little tongue. (Just remembered the times my cats - Pussy and Ceilu - rolled all over me and brushed me with their silky fur everytime I got back home and Ceilu even licked me with his pricky tongue sometimes. Then I should be mentioning 'Tuttoo,' our bow-wow who licked me often and bit me more often. I'l miss them forever, for their touch). So..thats how I'm feeling now as if longing to be touched.

To keep alive, u dont' need to be touched. But to make you feel u r still alive, you need a touch sometimes. Feel alive! Keep touching. Keep sensing. Even for atoms, when they don't touch each other, there is no reaction. Let us not lose the real touch by welcoming the Touch revolution. Afterall, gadgets are only made to entertain us or make our lives more easier. Sensing what we are doing would make us more sensible. Lets understand one another by touch, by what is perceived rather than rolling our tongues a million times for all the blabber. A gentle pat, a soft touch, a feathery float of your fingers on the other's hand, and even a shakehand would make a difference even when hours of chat won't do. Well, I will also remember that I'm writing all these for myself. And I also hope everyone's better than me.

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The Cockroach Funeral

The 'Grand' funeral of the cockroach - it was grand for us and maybe for the cockroach too (if it were to watch it from heaven or anywhere it was supposed to be after death). We were just kids, maybe under class 4 (don't exactly r'mber). The members who conducted the funeral were myself, my sister, and two of our cousins. It was bit rainy that day and after the rains were over, we walked out to our playspot to check if some of our toys were left outside. But, what we could find was a cockroach dead (killed by the rain? or due to oldage!). We din't plan anything, but we all started doing something as we fixed our eyes and looked deeply onto the cocokroach. We placed the dead cockroach in the bed of an empty matchbox. We collected flowers from the garden and filled the empty sides of the matchbox with small flowers. Before these, we decided the place where the cockroach is to be burried. Though not a grave was dug, we cleaned the spot and creamed the area with white sand and placed lots of flowers all over the place, while at the other place, though v.near, the cockroach was being decorated. Now finally, a hole was made in the matchbox and a thread tied to it. With the other end of the thread in my hand and after decorations complete, I started pulling the rope thereby dragging the cockroach coffin to the place where we'd planned to place it. We could manage to get only some inches of thread from the spool and so there was not much space between myself and the coffin that followed me. Reaching the place, we took the box, covered it with more flowers, slowly put sand over it, built a small sand tomb on it, and stuck flowers on the tomb. We destroyed a lot of flowers that day, though we dint really feel we destroyed. (Away from topic, I really don't know what relation flowers had to any function. But it feels fine to have flowers everywhere). We prayed for the cockroach (don't r'mber what we prayed - one can expect what kids would pray). I can be sure now that I'd have prayed deeply and better than what I pray today. This was how the cockroach funeral happened.

We used to talk of such incidents that happened during our childhood whenever all of us got together. But this time, I remembered it sometime after I sprayed 'Hit' on a cockroach.

Everyone says, a child knows no harm and hurts none. Though simple, I can understand how mood and behavior changes and affects a person with age. Maybe it was our mood that day to conduct a ceremony, but today I don't even give time to think whether I should kill it or not.

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