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'' ' NOBEL PRIZE WHOM? ' ''
I NEVER DISCLOSED THIS BEFORE, and held it very close to my heart, right within the chest, but do so now, for just about the very first time
THE WORLD STUDENTS SOCIETY : with all core additions to its inherent greatness, is ALSO just about the greatest ''Master Online Video Game'', the great students of the world, ever got to invent, innovate, create, for the present and the future generations.
The monetization, if any, for the elected students to decide, will ever and ever go to the students of the world. Every single penny, all revenues, belong to the students of the world.
So, Nobel Prize whom?
MERIUM - RABO - HALEEMA - DEE - Saima - Sameen - Areesha - Aqsa - Lakshmi - Zilli - Juniper - Nina - Sherbano - Seher?
HUSSAIN - SHAHZAIB - SALAR - Jordan - Bilal - Vishnu - Zaeem - Danyial - Reza - Ghazi- Haider - Toby - Ali?
''WELCOME TO THE WORLD STUDENTS SOCIETY'' :
''THE SECRET OF A FULL LIFE IS TO LIVE and relate to others as if they might not be there tomorrow, as if you might not be there tomorrow,'' the writer Anais Nin said.
''This feeling has become a rarity, and rarer every day now that we have reached a hastier and more superficial rhythm, now that we believe that we are in touch with a greater amount of people.
This is the illusion which might cheat us of being in touch deeply with the one breathing next to us.''
THE IDEA THAT THE HAPPENING of our lives would be constrained to our immediate families, friends and real-life communities is akin to social death in a world measured by followers, views, likes and shares
I grow weary when I think of this as the new normal for what is considered to be a fruitful personal life. Social media is no longer a mere public extension of our private socialization; it has become a replacement for it.
What happens to our humanity when we relegate our real lives to props for the performance of our virtual ones.
For one, a predominantly online existence can lull us into a dubious sense of having enacted concrete change, simply because of a tweet or Instagram post.
THE WORLD STUDENTS SOCIETY : with all core additions to its inherent greatness, is ALSO just about the greatest ''Master Online Video Game'', the great students of the world, ever got to invent, innovate, create, for the present and the future generations.
The monetization, if any, for the elected students to decide, will ever and ever go to the students of the world. Every single penny, all revenues, belong to the students of the world.
So, Nobel Prize whom?
MERIUM - RABO - HALEEMA - DEE - Saima - Sameen - Areesha - Aqsa - Lakshmi - Zilli - Juniper - Nina - Sherbano - Seher?
HUSSAIN - SHAHZAIB - SALAR - Jordan - Bilal - Vishnu - Zaeem - Danyial - Reza - Ghazi- Haider - Toby - Ali?
''WELCOME TO THE WORLD STUDENTS SOCIETY'' :
''THE SECRET OF A FULL LIFE IS TO LIVE and relate to others as if they might not be there tomorrow, as if you might not be there tomorrow,'' the writer Anais Nin said.
''This feeling has become a rarity, and rarer every day now that we have reached a hastier and more superficial rhythm, now that we believe that we are in touch with a greater amount of people.
This is the illusion which might cheat us of being in touch deeply with the one breathing next to us.''
THE IDEA THAT THE HAPPENING of our lives would be constrained to our immediate families, friends and real-life communities is akin to social death in a world measured by followers, views, likes and shares
I grow weary when I think of this as the new normal for what is considered to be a fruitful personal life. Social media is no longer a mere public extension of our private socialization; it has become a replacement for it.
What happens to our humanity when we relegate our real lives to props for the performance of our virtual ones.
For one, a predominantly online existence can lull us into a dubious sense of having enacted concrete change, simply because of a tweet or Instagram post.
As ''hashtag activism'' has obscured long standing traditions of assembly and protest, there's a concern that a failure to transition from the keyboard to inperson organization will effectively stall or kill the momentum of political movements.
The sanctity of our most experiences is also diminished. My grandfather Charles Shaw - a notable musician whose wisdom and jazz scene tales I often shared on Twitter - passed away last year.
Rather than take adequate time to privately mourn the loss of this giant influence in my life alongside those who loved him most, I quickly posted a lengthy tribute to him to my followers.
At the time I though, ''How will they remember him if I don't acknowledge his passing?'
Perhaps at the root of this anxiety over being forgotten is an urgent question of how one ought to form a legacy; with the rise of automation, a widening wealthgap and an unstable political climate, it is easy to feel unimportant. It is almost as if the world is too big and we are much too small to excel in it in any meaningful way.
We feel we need as many people as possible to witness our lives, so as not to be left out of a story that is being written too fast by people much more significant than ourselves.
'I think of those words and at once any fear of obscurity is eclipsed by much deeper ones - the fear of forgoing the sacred moments of life, of never learning to be completely alone, of not bearing witness to the incredible lives of those who surround me.
I observe the world around me. It is big and moving fast. ''What's happening?'' I think to myself.
I'm just beginning to find out.
With respectful dedication to Mankind, Grandparents, Parents, Students, Professors and Teachers of the world.
See Ya all on Facebook, prepare and register for great Global Elections, on The World Students Society : wssciw.blogspot.com and Twitter - !E-WOW! - the Ecosystem 2011.
''' Social- Society '''
The sanctity of our most experiences is also diminished. My grandfather Charles Shaw - a notable musician whose wisdom and jazz scene tales I often shared on Twitter - passed away last year.
Rather than take adequate time to privately mourn the loss of this giant influence in my life alongside those who loved him most, I quickly posted a lengthy tribute to him to my followers.
At the time I though, ''How will they remember him if I don't acknowledge his passing?'
Perhaps at the root of this anxiety over being forgotten is an urgent question of how one ought to form a legacy; with the rise of automation, a widening wealthgap and an unstable political climate, it is easy to feel unimportant. It is almost as if the world is too big and we are much too small to excel in it in any meaningful way.
We feel we need as many people as possible to witness our lives, so as not to be left out of a story that is being written too fast by people much more significant than ourselves.
'I think of those words and at once any fear of obscurity is eclipsed by much deeper ones - the fear of forgoing the sacred moments of life, of never learning to be completely alone, of not bearing witness to the incredible lives of those who surround me.
I observe the world around me. It is big and moving fast. ''What's happening?'' I think to myself.
I'm just beginning to find out.
With respectful dedication to Mankind, Grandparents, Parents, Students, Professors and Teachers of the world.
See Ya all on Facebook, prepare and register for great Global Elections, on The World Students Society : wssciw.blogspot.com and Twitter - !E-WOW! - the Ecosystem 2011.
''' Social- Society '''
Good Night and God Bless
SAM Daily Times - the Voice of the Voiceless
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