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Orgasm of Gadgets



Certain gadgets have become as inalienable parts of life as our mates. The mobile phone, for example. It’s there with us wherever we are, even as we stand before our deity with our hearts seeped in prayer. Life without the mobile phone is quite unimaginable. It is my link with the world through the density of the internet and the trivia of the social networks. It comes with all the indispensable accessories like the camera, the calendar, the note pad, alarm clock, reminders, and their concomitant orgasms of various degrees. My mobile phone can provide me with all the music I want and even movies.
 
Smart Watch
I spend most of my daytime with young students who possess a whole lot of gadgets which have become part and parcel of their life. They are usually the Smart Wearable gadgets like wrist bands and watches which have built-in GPS and altimeter, activity rings and health apps. When there is a requirement for a speaker for practising a dance, the students come up with a cordless gadget that can take in your pen drive and play the music spontaneously.

There’s no doubt that the gadgets have made life much easier and more fun. I was not a fan of gadgets really until I began to realise the benefits they offer. There are, for example, the Smart Home gadgets which can obey your orders like your most abiding companions.
 
Smart Security
My awareness about some of these gadgets was sharpened when #GetFitWithFlipkart came up with an awareness campaign along with #SmartHomeRevolution. This campaign has definitely enhanced my awareness about Smart Cameras which are highly affordable and easily installable.

Some of these gadgets are not merely about adding more fun to life or even making life cosier. They can make life safer in a world of insecurities, saner in a world of insanities, and simpler in a world of complexities.



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