Thank god, its just our organs and not our devices.


Today when I woke up and came to the balcony, like all other Delhiites, I was welcomed by smog rather than sun. As I started to think what would clear the air, I realized that the main problem is, the smoke doesn’t affect our smart phones. Seriously!!!! Just imagine what would happen if our smart phones start to switch off, unable to function in the smoke.

The government would panic “Why isn’t my WhatsApp propaganda penetrating???”
Google and Facebook would go “WHERE IS MY DATA???”
People would join in streets and revolt “I invested a lot on this phone, why isn’t this working?? It’s my right to have a working mobile.”
It would be an enforced “No Nut November”. There would be no Instagram and people would not know what to do with food. Social media is gone, and people will not know what to do with their lives.  
Data doctors (who will shortly be our doctors) would soon diagnose the disease. They will come up with a way to revive the phones, and just in case, the humans start to die, and data flux starts to decrease, they might come up with a way to generate what a dead guy’s shopping choices might be. “Would they have liked a black mask with white stripes or a white mask with black stripes????”

But, if they can’t find a way to make smart phones work in the smog, that is when the air will start to clear up. And it will happen pretty fucking quickly.

But as of now, we don’t have such an emergency. And thank god, it’s just our organs and not our devices. We can happily share pics of buildings hidden by smoke and posts about our stupidity.


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