Forgotten Acquaintances

Deep down your heart have you ever taken an inward journey to find out about yourself ? We take pride in knowing so many things about almost everything. In the digital age nothing seems far. The world and the universe appears to be so much familiar to us but we remain aloof from knowing and acquainting our own self. The other day I heard from a techno savvy person that Google knows you more than you know about yourself. I pondered for a while and agreed with what he said. Looking at Alexa I thought about a new relationship between human and machine. We are outsourcing most of our work to the machine and parting away with many of our skills .Our new acquaintances with machine learning, playing and working have filled the vacuum of the best buddy in our life. It has also conquered our brain leaving it unemployed with most of its activities. Over the time we have turned our oldest acquaintance our shadow as the stranger seldom we look at it. Slowly and steadily this machine acquaintance has cloned us into a humanoid.

Still the nature beckons us to come back and relax in its never ending jocund(cheerful) company.

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