The other living room

why I have started hating WhatsApp

If you have stayed in a joint family you will know the commotion which lingers in the air, you will become used to of the continuous noise of the news in the television the first thing in the morning, you won’t be affected by the spilt milk on the table, the hardened coffee stains on a chair, the search for the newspaper and the discussion what would be cooked for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

In some homes, the day still starts like this and here in this story, I am talking about that home which I left behind a decade back. That chaos of living room is still their thanks to the what’s app family group. I understand the need to have a place where we can all connect and wish everyone birthday and anniversary half of which I don’t remember but thanks to those who are the first one to change the DP or initiate the messages.

Life would have been fine if things were limited to this. Thanks to what’s app status some have started posting personal rants without mentioning anyone. Now those personal rants are being shared by everyone and that person who has shared is being judged. Why she shared, who is she targetting and other various things? Today my father wanted to see the status so he asked me to shared the screenshot for which I said no, yes things are complicated. So just like Facebook, I have started hating WhatsApp now. I wish I could walk out from there but I can’t because its a place to talk with my sisters too.

Sometimes I am nostalgic for that corner where that landline would be there in the living room, where you won’t know who is calling up, that excitement to pick the receiver, the wait for that voice.

Sometimes I miss that simple life.