There have been messages and emails that did rounds conveying the ill-effects of the prolonged use of mobile phones.
Like placing an egg between two mobile phones and a phone call initiated from one to the other. After a few hours the egg hatches and out comes a chicken. Whereby it was proved that the strong electromagnetic ratiation (EMR ) has had its effects on the live egg.
Like using a particular ear rather than the other while speaking over a mobile phone in order to minimise the effects of EMR. And like the more safe way would be to use those earphones.
It's hard to say how many cared.
I got to watch a TV programme on the mobile phone towers. The programme discussed how much the towers in our capital emit EMR and how much it affects its citizens.
It was reported that the permissible levels of EMR at a given place is less than 1,000mW/MSQ, i.e. 1,000 milliwatts per metre square. And that most of the over 6,000 towers recorded emissions well over the permissible limits, rendering Delhi an unsafe place to live in.
Other cities and towns are also either unsafe or run risks of becoming less and less suitable places to live in.
We as the mobile phones users are to blame for this sordid state. The more and more that we use them the more and more towers come up to cater to such users, with the result even the non-users are exposed to the dangerous effects that EMR could cause. It was reported that ailments vary from headaches to brain tumours, reduced seminal count to unhealthy or malformed babies, insomnia, nausea, reduced appetite...the list is quite endless. Pacemakers also stand to malfunction over time.
What place is safe enough then?
The remote villages. Where you don't get signals on your mobiles of course. Where you converse with your dear ones in person in front of you, amidst the lush greeneries. Where the air that you breathe is oxygen rich. Where the waters from the mountain falls are so natural that you could bathe in joy. Where you get to eat food made with fresh harvests from the freshly cultivated fields. Where the music comes only from the good old radio tuned into Vividh Bharati, while you lie down on the jute cot, looking up the blue sky. Where the winds from the distant hills sing lullabies of silence and turn into a gentle breeze to blow over your eyes close for a siesta.
The sleep is peaceful. The mobile phone will not ring to jerk you up awake because the signals there are too poor.
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