An Ode To Information

I recall to our life when she came— In early nineties one unknown day, Few knowing for long years who she was— Her mission, and what she dreamed to do, And someone called it an Info Age: Internet and e-mails and media— Some perhaps more social than are ants, In tone and temper unfairly free— And info-knowledge spread sans limit, But in just two decades we feel drowned. Overload of info, opinions: Social sites tweeting, tubes, sundry sites, Searching sites, kindling books, what not apps, Bits and bytes gagging us over board! An ocean of Info, every shade, Informing less and confusing more, Now telling, and contradicting then; But time was we had next to nothing. Bits, bytes, nor statistics info is, Nor info knowledge is, never was. News nigh fake and more private views are, And from truth no tiny tad far are, Verified by none but someone's whim, Twenty four by seven, news and news! Ignorance a maiden of pure bliss, No one has questioned camouflaged views, Neutral media has been a sour dream What with news views are with varied hues, And fruits of a fertile mind and pen, Let me have old ignorance and Zen! Ere, soul of Info to inform was. And inform it sure did without doubt, Today it seems to drown us in doubt, And the curious li'le bird, I'm not sure If any a worm would ever catch Even if ravenous hungry is. Yea, time was info an asset was, And people hungered for a bare byte. Today's trouble—how to garner grain O from heaps of bark and shell and chaff. A maiden she is but no more shy, Hiding still like peels of onion nigh! ______________________________________________________ Happenings | 16.03.2017 |