Technological Musings of the Artist: The Internet of Things

Dear me from 2000, Yes, am your grown up self from 2015. You must be shocked to find a mail from your future self. It won’t be such a news to you when I say it took less than a second to send an SMS to Dad that I am gonna …

“Siri, what’s it like outside?” *bing bing* “Kind of low. It is a moderate 28 degree Celsius with no signs of winds or sunlight in the next two hours.” “What’s my schedule?” *bing bing* “You don’t really have one. Today is a Sunday, the 28th of May that is, a …

(This is Article #3 in the series. All 3 articles are in continuation, I suggest you read the previous two articles before starting with this one. Click here to read Article #1 Click here to read Article #2) *In the first & second articles, I have presented ideas on how your ‘smart’ day …

(This is Article #2 in the series. Click here to read Article #1 before you read this.) *This article looks at how your ‘smart’ day will look like in not many years from now. Morning to evening schedule is described in Article #1* — You’re heading back from office! The …

Well, get ready to throw away all the devices that you own, if you wish to stay ‘connected’ with the technology. In a few years from today, you will be living inside a smart home, working in a smart office, driving on a smart road in a smart car, enjoying …

As I walked into the forest in my enchanted stupor, a certain degree of automation enveloped my body. It was like my movements were being dictated by the forest itself, as the trees slowly murmured in the wind, “This way, come along…” I kept going on a muddy, wooded path, …

In the central library at Cubbon Park, on a warm evening, an angry young man, Kishlay, with an absent mind, gazes over the shelves trying to find the appropriate book to read. He stops at the old section of the library; the place with a scent like earth after rain. His eyes land on …

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, Am I beautiful at all?” I stood there reciting a piece from snow white’s story, Staring at my reflection, framing the famous dialogue in a way that I wanted it to be. My hand raised and my palm caressed my face in pity, Touching the …