Offline

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It is a secret learnt quite late in life. Endless fruitless arguments, particularly of the online kind, should have provided me a clue. As should have that long-ago read article in the New York Times about a man who quit reading the newspapers a few months into the first Trump presidency and focused on only what was immediately visible to him. In an inter-connected world dependent on daily attendance and keeping-up-with-the-Joshis, disconnecting seems to be a privilege granted to an exceedingly small number of people. But that thought may be stemming out more from a fear of missing out rather than any real hindrances. Particularly to those of us who have lived in a fully functional, interconnected world well before the Internet, the possibility of carrying on with our lives without it cannot be such a revelation. Brief forays into it have only enhanced the revolutionary charms of the offline life. The main reason that I do not commit to it fully is that like an alternative sort of addiction, it could be too much to give up on if ever the need arose.

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