A Charger for me……anyone?

                                                            
      Nowadays, traveling to places has become very stressful. No...no..not because of the traffic, cost or crowds, but because of the gadgets we need to carry .In fact, not even because of the gadgets themselves, but because of the myriad varieties of chargers we need to remember to carry along what with so many diverse varieties of chargers for mobiles (for each of the family member), laptops, tablets (not medicinal), mp3 players, electric shavers, cameras and so on.

          It becomes very stressful even if one charger is missed. We have become so much dependent upon the gadgets that even if one gadget dies, it is virtual death for the owner of it. There are umpteen numbers of chargers with different voltage/current ratings, types of plugs and sockets so that any chance of finding a suitable one in a new place becomes very remote.

                    When a gadget is dead for want of charge and we connect it to a charger and switch it on, it is a nice feeling to see the gadget spring back to life slowly and steadily.

This made me ponder.

    We start our day fully charged up and ready to face the day with full vigour, enthusiasm and expectations. But, as the day proceeds, we encounter people, events, situations, which might pull us down. We may feel let down, depressed, upset, angry, anxious. If only someone could invent a human energy charger, we could just plug it to our head, allow it to work on us for some time and lo and behold we could turn into fully charged up human being again.

      With seemingly impossible things becoming a reality, will such a charger become a reality in my lifetime?

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