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Technology and us


Obviously 21st Century man is bestowed with the best of modern technologies and fancy gadgets. And definitely our lives have become much easier and yet much more complex. By the same token, we have become so dependent on technologies that we are almost handicapped without them. We are victims of time and changing technologies. The following are some evidence that prove our dependence:
  • I cannot remember a single contact number without my mobile phone-book
  • Without a calculator to wait for me, I panic even with a simple addition
  • Today life without electricity is unthinkable:
Computers will be useless
The art of blogging will die
Fans will stop
Vegetables will rot in the fridges
  • Trip to lhakhang or goempa is near impossible without the road
  • Power tillers have replaced oxen on the village farms
  • Today our farmers use chainsaws to fell tree because they find using axes too tiring
  • LPG cylinders have replaced our warm hearths
  • Rice cookers have easily fired our aluminum cooking pots and utensils
  • Postcards and letters are far less powerful in the face of Internet and mobile phones
And the list is endless as you well know. This is the time when village tshogpas aka chipons use their mobile phones to call people to attend the village zomdues.

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