5 Years after I logged in, and created my 1st social network profile on Orkut and a few months after I changed my loyalty to Facebook, I finally thought of writing in about my experience in and out.
Wikipedia defines the term as “A social network is a social structure made up of individuals (or organizations) called "nodes," which are tied (connected) by one or more specific types of interdependency, such as friendship, kinship, common interest, financial exchange, dislike, sexual relationships, or relationships of beliefs, knowledge or prestige.”..Well all said about what a social network is, let me get in some details from my past, my 1st foray to Orkut, the lean phase I spent with Orkut with no value addition to my scrapbook and friends and finally the quite phase when like my most Orkut friends, I shifted to facebook literally scrapping the mystic Orkut.
It all started in my 2nd year when a girl next to me logged in www.Orkut.com in the Bio-informatics lab. For the 1st time, I noticed the site rather the girl at the 1st go. Though I did check out her later on but it was totally futile. The reason why I chose to give my 1st look at the Orkut home page was genuine enough. The interface was neat, and mostly the images of various chicks who are present in your friend list or maybe your friends friend list gave enough opportunities. Orkut proved to an instant hit and rage among the college and school goers. Having an Orkut account was the owner pride and others envy. More than that owning an Orkut account meant, you could invite others too and this made the owner the most sought after person. It sounded cheesy and one felt complex browsing sites like Rediff.com and meebo.com(for yahoo and other chat rooms) when the person sitting right behind you browsed Orkut and received scrap from any random chick he knew. Any happening like this with me, I said “Son-of a bitch, he has an Orkut account”.(obviously in my mind) and made desperate attempts to find any remote friend or acquaintance who could grace me with an invite for Orkut.
Technology spreads like wild-fire. More because the developers of the technology want to spread in that way as it means earning some quick bucks and they know for sure that any new technology on internet(except Google) which sees a high would for sure see a low after it attains its saturation point. So the motive it makes enough financial gains as possible from your product. Orkut garnered enough publicity mostly from word-of mouth and some weird stories from media which described how a guy found a girl on Orkut. The buzz around it was enough for anyone to create or look for creating an Orkut profile. The Yahoo chat rooms and groups had lost it sheen mostly because of bots infiltrating the chat rooms and guys often hanged with bots rather than real chicks on yahoo. Moreover, unlike yahoo chat rooms, the Orkut found an instant hit among girls too who found the site safe and trust-worthy enough to make a profile on it. Girls and technology are two independent entities and no where relates (exceptions do exist..!!)..Orkut in the year 2006 was void of any privacy settings. Its scrap book was public, so was the photo albums and any one write on your scrap-book unless you had takes extra care of making your scrap-book a private affair. Changing the privacy and security settings was pain in the** and most of the users were unaware of it. And still girls found it a safe horizon..!!..This made Orkut one of the most infamous hunting grounds for guys looking for girls.
My long awaited and cherished desire did not prove to be too long as a class mate or a friend asked me over SMS if I was on Orkut or not. As I wasn’t really interested in that girl, saying a No and being honest was my reply, to which she asked me my gmail ID and sent the invitation rather than replying to my SMS.Thinking of being the 1st person to be there and realizing that lots of people have already been there was my 1st reaction after I logged in for the 1st time.I realized that it more of increasing the friend count that the girl send me the invite of Orkut. She sent similar request to more than half a dozen people too. Crap..i thought…how does the count of your friend even ever matters.2 weeks down the lane I found the answer when I was busy trying to find people who I knew even remotely and scrapped people whom I met a minute back, the content of scrap being “Hey buddy…wassup man..!!”…all these efforts intended to increase my friend as well as scrap count.It was always a feeling of virtual victory when you knocked down your closed friend in terms of friend as well as scrap count.
Chat rooms became a matter of past and people found their new love in scraps. Though Orkut found it popularity mostly in South Asian and African countries, an Indian in USA used Orkut more than MySpace or Facebook (the most common social networks of USA).The About Me section of one’s profile defined how cool a person was. Using metaphors,similies,Barrons high frequency words and humorous content were the hot trends, some losers did made a mockery of themselves by really describing themselves like I am Smart,handsome, blah blah kind of stuff(in most cases it was just the opposite).As the count of friends lost it relevance, the number of testimonials one possessed defined the incandescent persona of an individual. Testimonials were more of a statement which went ga-ga about an invidual saying how smart,unique,cool the person was , the matter was to say how good a girlfriend/boyfriend one would be.Most of the testimonials were written literally at gun-point or under the pre-text of a promise of a similar reciprocation.
The period or the phase saw many heart breaks and cheers.The initial offering of Orkut which made the scrap-book public had extreme affects.Guys found their area of interest(read the girl they liked) being some other guys love-interest while girls found the guy they had crush on having all other girls except her in that guy’s friend list. Technology has it pros and cons. Talk of the cons and am forced to remind how Orkut during my college days proved to be prankster’s hay place. An unlogged account of a friend proved to be a key to may doors and people played jokes at the owner’s cost.
The final year and a year after proved to be a season of lull for Orkut in my life. Two factors contributed it. First being at home for most part of year after college with no internet connectivity and the second being strangled with a job thereafter. My interaction with Orkut limited itself to any updates like an incoming scrap or a friend request on my Gmail id.Even the updates changed it frequency to once in a blue moon. The phase saw no value addition to my scrap-book count which by this time has become a (s)crap-book for me. The friend list count dwindled as users facing similar issues preferred trying some new stuff rather than experiencing the vintage.
The Face-Book
Mark Zuckerberg’s Harvard extravaganza proved better than Orkut Büyükkökten’s official work. Facebook though have had invaded the western countries way before Orkut made its appearance, started to infiltrate in India. Though I created a profile on Facebook way back in 2008, I became an active user only on the early part of this year, when Orkut developers innovative ways came to an end. To add to my Orkutting ways, most of the times I logged in, the server of Orkut crashed pathetically further diverting me attention and time to Facebook.Further my workplace seeing Orkut doing a potential damage to its culture,banned it.however, Facebook is yet to come in company’s websense radar.This gives me an extra liberty to stay connected to the social network via FB.
However, facts to be told. As my instincts reacted for the 1st time , I still find FB a cluttered act with numerous apps all messed up in a page with people asking some help for their farm or their cows going somewhere..seriously..what crap.If I were given a task I would go on to write 101 reasons why I hated FB.However, considering the fact that how painstaking and daunting that task would be, let me innumerate a few of them.
a)A daily request to join Mafia wars or feed someone’s something in a farm freaks me out.Seriously what the f*** is Farmville and Mafia wars..and why the damn should my participation would ever make a difference.Have been very sporting right from Nursery days and sportingly accepted the fact that sports do not form a part of me and neither do I belong to the sports cult. The other day an update which is marked a News feed(how the hell it’s a news..maybe yes someone’s farm is getting scrwed maybe a news for me) popped on my facebook homepage saying
“**** found a lost little White-tailed Buck on their farm. Oh no!.. **** was tending some new sprouts when a White-tailed Buck wandered onto their farm. The buck go...” and I went into an introspection why I was even on facebook getting such stupid news feed.
b)Unlike in Orkut, I never sent a friendship request to any random chick.It was always sent to a friend, or an acquaintance in certain cases. However, there are a few people (read girls) whom I know but am not really sure of their knowledge about me(am pretty sure they must have seen me..If at all they are observative as I am), who I did extend the prospects of my priceless friendship. Yet they have never been approved. Worse still, I do get updates of these people approving other friends and I seem to be the only one who under-went the sledge-hammer. Well, this can’t be reason for hating face-book, but the reason why do is the option of taking back the friendship offer is surely missing.After being denied an approval, I would never ever want to give my request a 2nd thought.Yet facebook doesn’t give me such a liberty and in the while compromises with my very principles.
c)I truly feel like screwing the guys more than facebook, when they make a comment on every other girl’s updates, no matter how cheesy it is.Even a crappiest of pics posted by a female receives more than a dozen likes and similar count of comments explaining how gorgeous, out-of-universe she looked.On the other hand, guys with the most amazing and thrilling updates have to like his own post and if ever get comments, includes “whr did u copy it from” and “seems u have gone crazy” kind of updates.Pics posted of himself is mostly un-noticed and is seen by noone other that him or his siblings.Such a kind of gender discrimination and a female chauvinistic attitude certainly leads to FB not being ranked as my top 10 sites to browse or go for when I reach my laptop.
d)The FB apps seem to be more of a curse than an option.They create a hell lot of humor which can be phrased as more of a tumor.Example this:
I checked out an App, how my life partner’s gonna be..(i vividly remember the name but am not sure of the exact name of the app.)..The application could have extracted my details as in my month of birth, my last name and other crap from my profile(and i thought the apps were smart enough).However, it asked me to enter the details.Curious to know i did painstakingly entered the bare as details only to find the result same as the friend who checked out the app last.After cursing FB for a minute i found that so called smart FB found me of the sun-sign LIBRA(am born on 1st Nov..and a Scorpion).These idiotoc apps which though creates extreme curiosity but prove to be a mere dud r another reason my hatred towards facebook.
Despite of these endless and countless reasons i use facebook on a daily basis, not because i love if, but because Orkut sucks as of now and for the very same reason i took to IT after doing my grads in Biotechnology, and for the same reason, i go for the work daily and lastly for the same reason why i do respond to my supervisor at work, though my every inch of body feels like thrashing the crap out of him.
P.S.:It may be a bit of irony, but the blog SOCIAL NETWORK makes it way onto unscocialgaurav’s blogspot.It reminds me of basic physics which taught us the very principle of Like charges attracting the unlike charges and vice-versa. Hail the Physics..!!
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Saturday, August 14, 2010
15th August: Independence Day..!!
Finally Independence Day creates a buzz among the urban denizens of the country. Contrary to some 5-6 yrs back when the day(15th August) meant nothing more than an official and school holiday, now the scenario has changed when people take a pride in endorsing the tri-colour on their vehicles,pin up the flag on their shirts and do wish each other the Happy Independence Day. All thanks to the movement(no its not Celebrate Independence Day movement..!!) started by a few email-happy people, which criticized people for wishing each other on Friendship’s day, Valentine’s day and other non-sensical western days but giving out very own Independence day a miss. Unlike last year, this year my facebook New Feed was flooded with people wishing Independence day and all updates of my friends(and acquaintances) who described how the over whelming feeling of patriotism imbibed them today. Some even wanted to India to go back to shackles so that they could do the Bhagat Singh or Azad’s kind of act and redeem freedom back to the country. Sheer patriotism I should say..!!..What was more surprising was that this year Friendship’s day which happened exactly a couple of weeks back seemed dud in comparison to the Independence day..Once again kudos to my dear netizens who created an enormous awareness and their campaign seems finally paying off.
I was really intrigued to give a thought about this day after people waked me up at 6 in the morning to wish on this day. A talk over phone for 2 minutes meant an abrupt end to my sleep. With nothing to do around, I thought how does it mattered to wish each other a happy independence day…my answer didn’t matter at all..Then does the Independence does really matter?? Yes it does..And my final question got me in real tizzy when I asked myself if am enjoying it..and my answer was..hmm..No..Don’t know..but it tends highly towards No.
Now why I think so..here are the few points:
a)In a Country where I do have rights to settle anywhere , but is forced to move out by local goons do not define independence of movement.
b)Though my company talks of ethics ,asks me to come to office even on weekends and even on Independence day..Is it the freedom are we talking about.
c)The inflation has marred the country.Despite of this millions of tonnes of food stock gets damaged due to improper storage and the Agriculture Minister says, it happens..
d)The Commonwealth Games which would be a 1st International event to be staged in the country after the 1982 Asiad, seems badly hit by corruption. Few days for the games, people are showing keen interest in doing exposes and blackening the games further rather than really trying to help it happen. Is it the freedom all about..
e)The outsourcing firms based in the country charge a hefty $200-300 per day per person from clients but pay a meager $15-16 per day to its employees. Is it what we call equality..??
f)The Maoists have inflicted a huge damage to the nation and is on the verge of India’s civil war.Yet the vote frenzy politicians create a buzz and hold dharnas when talks of using Army at them are concerned.
g)As the nations celebrates its yet another Independence Day, Kashmir burns echoing a separatist voice. Some elements of society who have an issue with peace and harmony ruling over, invoke a group of mis guided who go on violent terms. And instead of holding proper talks, the leaders make some crappy statements and continue to hold the state under siege. This is certainly not freedom atleast not for Kashmir. I am pretty sure that all the people there want is peace and have always been let down by some weak governance and the unruly , brain washed people there.
Am not a sadist who tries to conceive a negative image of things. Rather am critical of how things happen and whether it really makes sense the way it is happening.
Once again rather than sitting back and seeing the tri-colour being unfurled on national television, standing up for the next 52 seconds for National Anthem lets perceive, conceive and do something for a better tomorrow, a better India and in a real sense an Independent India.
--Jai Hind..
I was really intrigued to give a thought about this day after people waked me up at 6 in the morning to wish on this day. A talk over phone for 2 minutes meant an abrupt end to my sleep. With nothing to do around, I thought how does it mattered to wish each other a happy independence day…my answer didn’t matter at all..Then does the Independence does really matter?? Yes it does..And my final question got me in real tizzy when I asked myself if am enjoying it..and my answer was..hmm..No..Don’t know..but it tends highly towards No.
Now why I think so..here are the few points:
a)In a Country where I do have rights to settle anywhere , but is forced to move out by local goons do not define independence of movement.
b)Though my company talks of ethics ,asks me to come to office even on weekends and even on Independence day..Is it the freedom are we talking about.
c)The inflation has marred the country.Despite of this millions of tonnes of food stock gets damaged due to improper storage and the Agriculture Minister says, it happens..
d)The Commonwealth Games which would be a 1st International event to be staged in the country after the 1982 Asiad, seems badly hit by corruption. Few days for the games, people are showing keen interest in doing exposes and blackening the games further rather than really trying to help it happen. Is it the freedom all about..
e)The outsourcing firms based in the country charge a hefty $200-300 per day per person from clients but pay a meager $15-16 per day to its employees. Is it what we call equality..??
f)The Maoists have inflicted a huge damage to the nation and is on the verge of India’s civil war.Yet the vote frenzy politicians create a buzz and hold dharnas when talks of using Army at them are concerned.
g)As the nations celebrates its yet another Independence Day, Kashmir burns echoing a separatist voice. Some elements of society who have an issue with peace and harmony ruling over, invoke a group of mis guided who go on violent terms. And instead of holding proper talks, the leaders make some crappy statements and continue to hold the state under siege. This is certainly not freedom atleast not for Kashmir. I am pretty sure that all the people there want is peace and have always been let down by some weak governance and the unruly , brain washed people there.
Am not a sadist who tries to conceive a negative image of things. Rather am critical of how things happen and whether it really makes sense the way it is happening.
Once again rather than sitting back and seeing the tri-colour being unfurled on national television, standing up for the next 52 seconds for National Anthem lets perceive, conceive and do something for a better tomorrow, a better India and in a real sense an Independent India.
--Jai Hind..
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Happy friendship day..!!
"The rain may be falling hard outside,
But your smile makes it all alright.
I'm so glad that you're my friend.
I know our friendship will never end."
-- Robert Alan
Though I have a huge pile of unfinished blogs which gradually, with time have occupied quintessential part of my hard-disk, I though to deal with the hottest topic of the day.The 1st Sunday of the month of Aug..i.e Friendship day.Though my knowledge,information and interest in the American days(mostly Halloween,Valentine’s day,fathers day,etc etc..) has been something on a lower note on my barometric knowledge scale.I consider them as the brainchild of marketing gimmicks..the ones passing from IIMs and other reputed management colleges across the globe all intended to en-cash the ambiance and celebration on the day.Before the thoughts start creeping in about how sad-dist the author of this blog is, I would like to say that I know that these are a few days people do celebrate and every small celebration paves the way for scores of happier moments.Despite of these, my interest have ever eluded from these days and so has been my friends in wishing me on these days.I do not exchange greetings on friendship day and get to know about this days from status update of my friends, or their friends or a few acquaintances on facebook.
However, considering the rage the day has become this year with people calling me up to wish for the same,i finally gave it a serious thought and decided to give in.So here it goes on record..Wishing all my friends(wishes multiplied exponentially to my female friends),people(read girls) whom I want to be friends with,my readers(though the count is pretty low,lets be friends..!!), a very happy friendship day..Have a great Sunday and savor every moment which you spend with anyone who’s your friend.Have no idea what and how exactly you wish you friend on this day as most of my wishes to my close buddies(males) have been misspelt slags and one-lines(adultery imbibed), but just wanna finish off with a few lines which has been more of an impromptu from me…
Friendship’s in the air,
Obviously, its love with which its having an affair,
Forget ur worries and let anxieties slay,
Wishing one and all a Happy Friendship day.
But your smile makes it all alright.
I'm so glad that you're my friend.
I know our friendship will never end."
-- Robert Alan
Though I have a huge pile of unfinished blogs which gradually, with time have occupied quintessential part of my hard-disk, I though to deal with the hottest topic of the day.The 1st Sunday of the month of Aug..i.e Friendship day.Though my knowledge,information and interest in the American days(mostly Halloween,Valentine’s day,fathers day,etc etc..) has been something on a lower note on my barometric knowledge scale.I consider them as the brainchild of marketing gimmicks..the ones passing from IIMs and other reputed management colleges across the globe all intended to en-cash the ambiance and celebration on the day.Before the thoughts start creeping in about how sad-dist the author of this blog is, I would like to say that I know that these are a few days people do celebrate and every small celebration paves the way for scores of happier moments.Despite of these, my interest have ever eluded from these days and so has been my friends in wishing me on these days.I do not exchange greetings on friendship day and get to know about this days from status update of my friends, or their friends or a few acquaintances on facebook.
However, considering the rage the day has become this year with people calling me up to wish for the same,i finally gave it a serious thought and decided to give in.So here it goes on record..Wishing all my friends(wishes multiplied exponentially to my female friends),people(read girls) whom I want to be friends with,my readers(though the count is pretty low,lets be friends..!!), a very happy friendship day..Have a great Sunday and savor every moment which you spend with anyone who’s your friend.Have no idea what and how exactly you wish you friend on this day as most of my wishes to my close buddies(males) have been misspelt slags and one-lines(adultery imbibed), but just wanna finish off with a few lines which has been more of an impromptu from me…
Friendship’s in the air,
Obviously, its love with which its having an affair,
Forget ur worries and let anxieties slay,
Wishing one and all a Happy Friendship day.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
The girlfriend effect..!!
It was 3 years back in the 3rd yr in college when i thought of writing about it. Somehow the topic eluded my mind and whenever it cropped, it took a backseat. But finally here i am.
Truth to be told and facts be dealt. Am not a boyfriend material and neither have had any history of any girl i could officially declare as my girlfriend. The closest i have ever been to girls is sitting by their sides in shared autos. Am writing this out of my sheer observation of my close friends who have had engaged or say doomed to this tryst with destiny with a girl.
From a literary point of view, a girl or a female is a classified section of human , which is subjected to intense conditions, though is an enormous source of energy, engraved with love, care and passion all over. Every chat with a female ends with tc(take care..!!) statement, a gesture which the male section never care about both literally as well as figuratively.
However, the facet which i would love to enlighten about is the after-math or rather say the evolution which an individual goes through when a lady (whom he officially recognizes as girlfriend) walks in his life, in short the Girl-Friend effect. We could easily classify the nature of effect in 3 phases which is directly related to the time spent with each other.
The 1st phase is revolved around the hysteria created by the male species for which a girl's presence becomes an inevitable part of life. People with a girl by the side becomes a topic of discussion and mostly a subject of others jealousy. And somehow this concept sounds like a melancholy to male ears. Guys with a girlfriend are pitied, envied and at the same time tagged as a guy who compromises with his principles, all by losers who have failed miserably in their numerous attempts in past to woo a girl. The fanatic search though leads to success for a few, but it’s a failure for most of the guys. The amateur guys with no past experience in wooing a chick drool out in their own world while their successful counterpart bask in the glory of their new found other half and repent at committing the mistake at the same-time.
However the most interesting aspect is the way guys woo the girl in the 1st half or rather say try to do so. In the world of gadgets, internet and 3G, still SMS remains the most convenient mean of communicating to a stranger. Text the person and if you aren’t interested, block his/her no. Its all a matter of few taps on your smart phone. Contrary to regular belief, a guy always hesitates to make the 1st move i.e. the 1st call, hence goes the SMS. After having gathered enough courage and with friends charging all around, finally the guy manages the message the shortest Text possible..”Hey wassup..??”..People’s eyes are transfixed and gazed at the cell-phone screen until the delivered status is received. The lucky ones get back their reply in the next few seconds which starts a series of chain-reactions which involves some melo-dramatic sequences, promises being made and what not crap..wherin the guy appears to be on cloud nine which the girl looking for her next victim(just kidding girls, its not always so.. :D).However the ones who donot receive their reply seem to have a panic attack, remorse for their earlier committed sin of messaging a girl(who becomes slut by now as she might be hooked to some other guy..!!).
Once in profound newly found love, a guy makes a quick transition from a careless,lousy freak to a caring, emotional and a humorous companion(I still feel the humor part is exaggerated as girls laugh at every other crap and finds all weird nuisances funny.)The monthly expenses are ruled by cellphone bills, credit card bills.The priorities suddenly changes, and a stroll with your lovelife hand-in hand becomes more satisfying than a booze with your close friends.Indeed relations changes people and so do girls, however they are the ones who after changing guys blatantly speak a year later in the most melo-dramatic way …”Oh my God..!! you have changed…!!!”.
However , this marks the 2nd phase when the beauty turns out to be a beast at times.Just like watching a Karan Johar’s flick 10 times, the remorse or guilt creeps in. Though this subtle yet persistent feeling is subdued and mellowed by the secretion of hormones at the mere context and pretext of a female proximity. Imbibed by the sense of responsibility towards the girl which slowly nurtures into an unwanted a baggage, the guy retracts and deviates from its original trajectory and does the expected i.e. breaks up which marks the 3rd and final phase of a girlfriend effect.
Numerous reasons or say excuses culminate to this phase.”I guess we were never meant for each other”,”my parents would never agree to our relation, and I would never go against their wishes” and similar phrases start a series of arguments,debates and crying sessions which finally lead to the fateful.As written, the 1st phase is the longest, interesting and the most talked about phase while the 3rd phase is like the setting Sun, which everyone feels sorry for but with time, it emerges and rises back again. It just about moving on and tracing the path which leads to betterment and improvement..!!
P.S: Am indebted to my close friends, acquaintances and foes too who all inspired and gave me a reason to write this all courtesy to their varied relations with women…thank you ppl…!!
Truth to be told and facts be dealt. Am not a boyfriend material and neither have had any history of any girl i could officially declare as my girlfriend. The closest i have ever been to girls is sitting by their sides in shared autos. Am writing this out of my sheer observation of my close friends who have had engaged or say doomed to this tryst with destiny with a girl.
From a literary point of view, a girl or a female is a classified section of human , which is subjected to intense conditions, though is an enormous source of energy, engraved with love, care and passion all over. Every chat with a female ends with tc(take care..!!) statement, a gesture which the male section never care about both literally as well as figuratively.
However, the facet which i would love to enlighten about is the after-math or rather say the evolution which an individual goes through when a lady (whom he officially recognizes as girlfriend) walks in his life, in short the Girl-Friend effect. We could easily classify the nature of effect in 3 phases which is directly related to the time spent with each other.
The 1st phase is revolved around the hysteria created by the male species for which a girl's presence becomes an inevitable part of life. People with a girl by the side becomes a topic of discussion and mostly a subject of others jealousy. And somehow this concept sounds like a melancholy to male ears. Guys with a girlfriend are pitied, envied and at the same time tagged as a guy who compromises with his principles, all by losers who have failed miserably in their numerous attempts in past to woo a girl. The fanatic search though leads to success for a few, but it’s a failure for most of the guys. The amateur guys with no past experience in wooing a chick drool out in their own world while their successful counterpart bask in the glory of their new found other half and repent at committing the mistake at the same-time.
However the most interesting aspect is the way guys woo the girl in the 1st half or rather say try to do so. In the world of gadgets, internet and 3G, still SMS remains the most convenient mean of communicating to a stranger. Text the person and if you aren’t interested, block his/her no. Its all a matter of few taps on your smart phone. Contrary to regular belief, a guy always hesitates to make the 1st move i.e. the 1st call, hence goes the SMS. After having gathered enough courage and with friends charging all around, finally the guy manages the message the shortest Text possible..”Hey wassup..??”..People’s eyes are transfixed and gazed at the cell-phone screen until the delivered status is received. The lucky ones get back their reply in the next few seconds which starts a series of chain-reactions which involves some melo-dramatic sequences, promises being made and what not crap..wherin the guy appears to be on cloud nine which the girl looking for her next victim(just kidding girls, its not always so.. :D).However the ones who donot receive their reply seem to have a panic attack, remorse for their earlier committed sin of messaging a girl(who becomes slut by now as she might be hooked to some other guy..!!).
Once in profound newly found love, a guy makes a quick transition from a careless,lousy freak to a caring, emotional and a humorous companion(I still feel the humor part is exaggerated as girls laugh at every other crap and finds all weird nuisances funny.)The monthly expenses are ruled by cellphone bills, credit card bills.The priorities suddenly changes, and a stroll with your lovelife hand-in hand becomes more satisfying than a booze with your close friends.Indeed relations changes people and so do girls, however they are the ones who after changing guys blatantly speak a year later in the most melo-dramatic way …”Oh my God..!! you have changed…!!!”.
However , this marks the 2nd phase when the beauty turns out to be a beast at times.Just like watching a Karan Johar’s flick 10 times, the remorse or guilt creeps in. Though this subtle yet persistent feeling is subdued and mellowed by the secretion of hormones at the mere context and pretext of a female proximity. Imbibed by the sense of responsibility towards the girl which slowly nurtures into an unwanted a baggage, the guy retracts and deviates from its original trajectory and does the expected i.e. breaks up which marks the 3rd and final phase of a girlfriend effect.
Numerous reasons or say excuses culminate to this phase.”I guess we were never meant for each other”,”my parents would never agree to our relation, and I would never go against their wishes” and similar phrases start a series of arguments,debates and crying sessions which finally lead to the fateful.As written, the 1st phase is the longest, interesting and the most talked about phase while the 3rd phase is like the setting Sun, which everyone feels sorry for but with time, it emerges and rises back again. It just about moving on and tracing the path which leads to betterment and improvement..!!
P.S: Am indebted to my close friends, acquaintances and foes too who all inspired and gave me a reason to write this all courtesy to their varied relations with women…thank you ppl…!!
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Dard-e-dastan...32 se 36 tak..!!
To put an end to any apprehensions,conclusion,errors in judgment or whatever one would make upon reading the topic, the figures deal with my waist line and my horrific trail through it.
My story of my waist line has been much like a sinusoidal curve which has seen extreme ups and lows.It all started some countable number of years back which i do not want to remember and count right now(sheer laziness and y d hell should i..lol).My parents and my neighbors found a rare prodigy in me when i emerged a topper in class 10th, putting an end to the reign of my closest friend's era, who had occupied the coveted position as early as Upper Kinder gardens till my pre-board exams.For me the results came out of blue, left me dazed for the next 2 yrs when i made the most of time and did everything(well..yeah plz consider the age then and then decide its meaning)apart from studying religiously and fared badly in my 12th.The results came as a utter shock to my expectant parents(they expected me to do really well..!!!)..The sheer frustration of under performing and not reaching the standards started the 1st upwardly movement of my waist line.
The next 1 yr saw a an increment in the curve exponentially and my trousers had to bear the brunt.An year long stay brought an extra layer of fat with a complimentary offer of weight rise.By the end of year when i was all set for a college admission, i weighed a whopping 75 kgs with a waist line of 36 inches and looked way aged than i was.Worse still, i sported a mustache riding the 'manhood' concept i had heard from the childhood.
The curve had reached it maxima when a few factors started acting as a differential which brought a sharp decline in weight which affected my waist line too.The college was situated in hard-core tamil land which boasted of idlis,wadas,uthapams and dosais but all of the south-indian flavor.The daily dose of dosais, attus and what not took its toll on me finally and i was admitted in hospital after a viral fever.The end of fever saw me loosing some 7kgs and by the time i reached home, i weighed a mere 65 kgs and had lost a waist line of almost 2 inches.Best part, i got rid of my manhood..oops sorry my mustache.Contrary to my earlier belief i still looked and was manly...lol.
The next 3 years in college saw a certain improvisation in food but could not help my weight or waist line either.Even a tailor gave me a smirk when i approached him with a request to reduce my waist size.Even the placements were of no respite and i attained a stagnant phase when everything in life was stand still.
History has a notorious habit of repeating itself unless one does something about it.I jacked my ass at home for 5 months at home after college awaiting a call from the company i was recruited in.Home made food ,daily dose of TV soaps and regular sleep of 8-10 hrs helped when the curve zoomed in an upward fashion and moved as expected on the sinusoidal curve.
Earning money helped the cause further and 8-10 hrs of office where my movement was restricted to a mere 100 meters was slicing on the cake.An year and half later, the other half of mine i.e. my consciousness fails to recognize me and at times disown me in my worst nightmares all owing to the flabby fats all around me.My several attempts to cast off the fat have failed and off late i resort to several weird means to loosing some out of me.
Even a renaissance of my outrageous gain of weight in the past 2 yrs bring me goose bumps.Though the above narration may not be a tear-jerker but a sight of my pic taken 2 years back does bring sweat across my fore-head..God..!! how did i do this..!!
The narration is a truth with intended pun..!!
My story of my waist line has been much like a sinusoidal curve which has seen extreme ups and lows.It all started some countable number of years back which i do not want to remember and count right now(sheer laziness and y d hell should i..lol).My parents and my neighbors found a rare prodigy in me when i emerged a topper in class 10th, putting an end to the reign of my closest friend's era, who had occupied the coveted position as early as Upper Kinder gardens till my pre-board exams.For me the results came out of blue, left me dazed for the next 2 yrs when i made the most of time and did everything(well..yeah plz consider the age then and then decide its meaning)apart from studying religiously and fared badly in my 12th.The results came as a utter shock to my expectant parents(they expected me to do really well..!!!)..The sheer frustration of under performing and not reaching the standards started the 1st upwardly movement of my waist line.
The next 1 yr saw a an increment in the curve exponentially and my trousers had to bear the brunt.An year long stay brought an extra layer of fat with a complimentary offer of weight rise.By the end of year when i was all set for a college admission, i weighed a whopping 75 kgs with a waist line of 36 inches and looked way aged than i was.Worse still, i sported a mustache riding the 'manhood' concept i had heard from the childhood.
The curve had reached it maxima when a few factors started acting as a differential which brought a sharp decline in weight which affected my waist line too.The college was situated in hard-core tamil land which boasted of idlis,wadas,uthapams and dosais but all of the south-indian flavor.The daily dose of dosais, attus and what not took its toll on me finally and i was admitted in hospital after a viral fever.The end of fever saw me loosing some 7kgs and by the time i reached home, i weighed a mere 65 kgs and had lost a waist line of almost 2 inches.Best part, i got rid of my manhood..oops sorry my mustache.Contrary to my earlier belief i still looked and was manly...lol.
The next 3 years in college saw a certain improvisation in food but could not help my weight or waist line either.Even a tailor gave me a smirk when i approached him with a request to reduce my waist size.Even the placements were of no respite and i attained a stagnant phase when everything in life was stand still.
History has a notorious habit of repeating itself unless one does something about it.I jacked my ass at home for 5 months at home after college awaiting a call from the company i was recruited in.Home made food ,daily dose of TV soaps and regular sleep of 8-10 hrs helped when the curve zoomed in an upward fashion and moved as expected on the sinusoidal curve.
Earning money helped the cause further and 8-10 hrs of office where my movement was restricted to a mere 100 meters was slicing on the cake.An year and half later, the other half of mine i.e. my consciousness fails to recognize me and at times disown me in my worst nightmares all owing to the flabby fats all around me.My several attempts to cast off the fat have failed and off late i resort to several weird means to loosing some out of me.
Even a renaissance of my outrageous gain of weight in the past 2 yrs bring me goose bumps.Though the above narration may not be a tear-jerker but a sight of my pic taken 2 years back does bring sweat across my fore-head..God..!! how did i do this..!!
The narration is a truth with intended pun..!!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
What's in the name..!!
Words have meaning and names have power. ~Author Unknown
The name or say the noun by which we address a person is key to number of answers.I always believed a person's name sketches a clear picture about him/her.Names have unique attributes which is passed on to its bearer.No wonder, every girl by the 'Neha' not only sound beautiful but are gorgeous.People with unpronounceable names are exemplary and are way out of leagues.People who inspire their names from nature are undoubtedly smart, academically brilliant and are eye candies.However, the ones possessing a common name, leads a common life bespectacled with success of others.Names changes virtues and the way one looks at a person.
Off late with boom in technology, a person's name can open a Pandora's box.A search in social networking sites can divulge minute details about an individual, his nature, attitude and even the marital status.
But well that's my way of thinking and a small observation i made in the last 10-12 yrs of my life.Riding the current belief, i always intend to know a person's name before befriending him/her(its mostly her in most of the occasions).
My work place with buzz with female species.Though my hectic schedule leaves a little space for sighting people but over time, my multi-tasking features have honed well and my eyes hover around for any female existence in the area which can be mapped by my eyes.My search for one ended up a couple of months back when i spotted 2 girls in cafeteria.They sat in corner much like extinct species.Both of them looked good and would have been a rare treat for any male eyes.I always appreciate beauty in a decent manner and feel the appreciation should be passed on the one who's being appreciated.Unable to decide which one to go for, i made up my mind to have a tete-a-tete with whoever's name in known 1st to me.
Few months later i.e. today, one of the girls startled me when i found her sitting across my table at lunch.Wow, still she looked a master piece and a pie to go for.In the past months i noticed how she often dressed herself in white outfits.She attired in a similar way today.I feel awkward and not at ease trying to strike conversation with a new person while either of us is eating.Added to it i still did not knew her name and had no intentions of ruining my 1st impression.There are few occasions when you feel everything going your way while most of the times it the other way round.To my amazement, she stood up kept her ID card and her lunch box on the table and asked me not to let anyone sit as she'll be back in a minute.Taken aback, i gave a open jaw reply, and nodded my head saying 'Oh sure' to her.Once gone, i moved close to her ID card to check out her name but her faded name on her ID made it illegible.She was back in a minute and gave a slight grin appreciating my effort to keep her place intact.My mind vacillated between striking a conversation with her or not.Again like loser i followed my brain and chose not to speak to her.I munched my food at double the pace to finish off it faster.I slowed down at the end upon realizing that i still needed to know her name.
The urge to know her name made me look all around except her.I gathered some effort, garnished with guts and spoke to her for the 1st time.What i could only muster was asking which account she worked in.Shocked my sudden question, she answered in a word.Unable to make an eye contact any further, i rushed, almost surrendered and stood up to leave.About to leave, i stopped upon hearing "By the way I am ...."Over joyed and excited, i reciprocated.Perhaps a wonderful end to a nervous start.Could have never known the importance of a name had not her.Somehow knowing her name seemed a feat well achieved and at the end of day i treated myself with a Cornetto ice-cream.
The name or say the noun by which we address a person is key to number of answers.I always believed a person's name sketches a clear picture about him/her.Names have unique attributes which is passed on to its bearer.No wonder, every girl by the 'Neha' not only sound beautiful but are gorgeous.People with unpronounceable names are exemplary and are way out of leagues.People who inspire their names from nature are undoubtedly smart, academically brilliant and are eye candies.However, the ones possessing a common name, leads a common life bespectacled with success of others.Names changes virtues and the way one looks at a person.
Off late with boom in technology, a person's name can open a Pandora's box.A search in social networking sites can divulge minute details about an individual, his nature, attitude and even the marital status.
But well that's my way of thinking and a small observation i made in the last 10-12 yrs of my life.Riding the current belief, i always intend to know a person's name before befriending him/her(its mostly her in most of the occasions).
My work place with buzz with female species.Though my hectic schedule leaves a little space for sighting people but over time, my multi-tasking features have honed well and my eyes hover around for any female existence in the area which can be mapped by my eyes.My search for one ended up a couple of months back when i spotted 2 girls in cafeteria.They sat in corner much like extinct species.Both of them looked good and would have been a rare treat for any male eyes.I always appreciate beauty in a decent manner and feel the appreciation should be passed on the one who's being appreciated.Unable to decide which one to go for, i made up my mind to have a tete-a-tete with whoever's name in known 1st to me.
Few months later i.e. today, one of the girls startled me when i found her sitting across my table at lunch.Wow, still she looked a master piece and a pie to go for.In the past months i noticed how she often dressed herself in white outfits.She attired in a similar way today.I feel awkward and not at ease trying to strike conversation with a new person while either of us is eating.Added to it i still did not knew her name and had no intentions of ruining my 1st impression.There are few occasions when you feel everything going your way while most of the times it the other way round.To my amazement, she stood up kept her ID card and her lunch box on the table and asked me not to let anyone sit as she'll be back in a minute.Taken aback, i gave a open jaw reply, and nodded my head saying 'Oh sure' to her.Once gone, i moved close to her ID card to check out her name but her faded name on her ID made it illegible.She was back in a minute and gave a slight grin appreciating my effort to keep her place intact.My mind vacillated between striking a conversation with her or not.Again like loser i followed my brain and chose not to speak to her.I munched my food at double the pace to finish off it faster.I slowed down at the end upon realizing that i still needed to know her name.
The urge to know her name made me look all around except her.I gathered some effort, garnished with guts and spoke to her for the 1st time.What i could only muster was asking which account she worked in.Shocked my sudden question, she answered in a word.Unable to make an eye contact any further, i rushed, almost surrendered and stood up to leave.About to leave, i stopped upon hearing "By the way I am ...."Over joyed and excited, i reciprocated.Perhaps a wonderful end to a nervous start.Could have never known the importance of a name had not her.Somehow knowing her name seemed a feat well achieved and at the end of day i treated myself with a Cornetto ice-cream.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
I had rehearsed it over and over again. The plan was simple enough though its execution required 5% of meticulous care and 95% of luck. To avoid any last minute adrenaline rushes and hiccups, I reached the restaurant 20 minutes earlier than decided amongst us. It was the venue she had agreed upon to have a date with me after a long time of persuasion. When the entire community of my friends roamed around the city hand in hand with their girlfriend, I still was bound to my cell phone. My past experiences have taught be to be patience and I was trying to follow the same in my existing relationship.
However, it was an opportunity tonight. She too somehow seemed mellowed by my righteous demand for a date and agreed finally .I had decided to break the jinx. The plan was simple, have a candle light dinner followed by champagne, a mild dance which was all intended to blow her off.
She arrived sharp on time and to my amazement carried a bigger handbag than usual. Girls and their accessories is a countless noun, so rather than looking at these I tried concentrating at her. Damn, she looked beautiful. The extra bit of kohl in her eyes was eminent and I could have kept staring at her for ages. She had tied her hair in casual bun leaving a few stray hairs loose which ruffled in the soft breeze that blew around us. A sudden yell almost broke my concentration. It was her who complained how unhygienic food the restaurant served. I was taken aback by this claim as I felt it was one of best one around. She went to narrate the story of how her team member fell ill after consuming its food when they came here the last time. It’s easier meddling with your boss than interrupting your girlfriend (or negate her claims).In addition I had no plans for messing up a wonderful night .I wondered what she meant by “Yeah sure thing..Will be there by 7...nd yeah get a reservation ” which she had texted earlier in the day. I looked at her with questing eyes asking “What next”..She uttered …”y not go to your place”..Had no idea what her intentions were, but was dumbstruck and the stars around me seemed to transpire and conspire all in favor of me.
The champagne and dance became the plans of past. Before I could realize and recollect the turn of events, she signaled an auto and we hurried to my place. I rushed in to put things in place and offered her a chair. We both sat around our small circular table and I looked into her blue eyes for the nth time. It was then she emptied her handbag and carefully took out a vodka bottle. She had always liked vodka and had a shot at it whenever she found one. While she went on to fetch glasses and cold drinks, I moved the table in the balcony and lit a candle to create a dim but beautiful candle light effect. We sat opposite but close enough so that out legs intertwined among ourselves. She poured my drink and hers too. There was a mild breeze which ruffled her long and soothing hair along my face. I closed my eyes to feel the aroma. I could feel her noticing this and opened my eyes the very next second. We spoke and giggled for the next few minutes and could very well feel the blood rush though my cheeks.
We raised the toast, and gulped the drink. Slosh went the 1st drops of vodka down our throat adding color to our skins and accelerating the adrenaline rush. Maybe it was vodka but we intertwined our fingers together to finish off the rest of the drink with our eyes gazing each other. Before it would go any further, I remembered the KFC chicken which I had ordered in morning was still fresh. I asked her for the dinner and she readily agreed.
I took her hands into mine casually, slid off my chair and made her stand in a perfect gentleman fashion. We held our hands just a tiny moment and proceeded to our dinners still happy and with increased romance though decent enough to not jump at each other. We barely had a piece of chicken, when she stood up and asked me to put some music. She trembled all along as the alcohol started its affect. I rushed to prevent her from tripping off. Incapable of doing anything, she put her hand across my shoulders. I felt a sudden gush of hormones but enjoyed the angel, the women of my life whom I loved and hated to the equally eccentric limits. She started making some moves which seemed more of a slow dance. The dance was more of a trance with eyes unwavering and lips on a involuntary smile. I caressed my fingers along her rouge less cheeks. The night continued with all of our favorite tunes flowing smooth like that slosh of liquor in our blood stream. We kept dancing and moved closer to each other and seemed to cross the barriers when her phone rang up.
The shriek ring tone brought us back to our senses. She took the call to find her mother at the other end. She finished her call and asked me to drop her at her place. Moved and embarrassed of my moves earlier, I hurriedly called up a cab and dropped her to her home. She asked me stay back for some time and we strolled along the desolate road starry eyed gazing at the stars. She told me how beautiful her evening had been and thanked me for making all the efforts. Before I could head back to my home, she gave me a peck on my lips and literally took me off my feet. I jogged my way back to home and was shocked to find a “Love you sweetheart, and yeah am not drunk” text from her .Till date that night remains the best one I have ever had.
P.S.: Another round of fictional write-up. Would not have been possible without effective inputs from a friend, which I framed into a story .And yet again, a sheer imagination.
However, it was an opportunity tonight. She too somehow seemed mellowed by my righteous demand for a date and agreed finally .I had decided to break the jinx. The plan was simple, have a candle light dinner followed by champagne, a mild dance which was all intended to blow her off.
She arrived sharp on time and to my amazement carried a bigger handbag than usual. Girls and their accessories is a countless noun, so rather than looking at these I tried concentrating at her. Damn, she looked beautiful. The extra bit of kohl in her eyes was eminent and I could have kept staring at her for ages. She had tied her hair in casual bun leaving a few stray hairs loose which ruffled in the soft breeze that blew around us. A sudden yell almost broke my concentration. It was her who complained how unhygienic food the restaurant served. I was taken aback by this claim as I felt it was one of best one around. She went to narrate the story of how her team member fell ill after consuming its food when they came here the last time. It’s easier meddling with your boss than interrupting your girlfriend (or negate her claims).In addition I had no plans for messing up a wonderful night .I wondered what she meant by “Yeah sure thing..Will be there by 7...nd yeah get a reservation ” which she had texted earlier in the day. I looked at her with questing eyes asking “What next”..She uttered …”y not go to your place”..Had no idea what her intentions were, but was dumbstruck and the stars around me seemed to transpire and conspire all in favor of me.
The champagne and dance became the plans of past. Before I could realize and recollect the turn of events, she signaled an auto and we hurried to my place. I rushed in to put things in place and offered her a chair. We both sat around our small circular table and I looked into her blue eyes for the nth time. It was then she emptied her handbag and carefully took out a vodka bottle. She had always liked vodka and had a shot at it whenever she found one. While she went on to fetch glasses and cold drinks, I moved the table in the balcony and lit a candle to create a dim but beautiful candle light effect. We sat opposite but close enough so that out legs intertwined among ourselves. She poured my drink and hers too. There was a mild breeze which ruffled her long and soothing hair along my face. I closed my eyes to feel the aroma. I could feel her noticing this and opened my eyes the very next second. We spoke and giggled for the next few minutes and could very well feel the blood rush though my cheeks.
We raised the toast, and gulped the drink. Slosh went the 1st drops of vodka down our throat adding color to our skins and accelerating the adrenaline rush. Maybe it was vodka but we intertwined our fingers together to finish off the rest of the drink with our eyes gazing each other. Before it would go any further, I remembered the KFC chicken which I had ordered in morning was still fresh. I asked her for the dinner and she readily agreed.
I took her hands into mine casually, slid off my chair and made her stand in a perfect gentleman fashion. We held our hands just a tiny moment and proceeded to our dinners still happy and with increased romance though decent enough to not jump at each other. We barely had a piece of chicken, when she stood up and asked me to put some music. She trembled all along as the alcohol started its affect. I rushed to prevent her from tripping off. Incapable of doing anything, she put her hand across my shoulders. I felt a sudden gush of hormones but enjoyed the angel, the women of my life whom I loved and hated to the equally eccentric limits. She started making some moves which seemed more of a slow dance. The dance was more of a trance with eyes unwavering and lips on a involuntary smile. I caressed my fingers along her rouge less cheeks. The night continued with all of our favorite tunes flowing smooth like that slosh of liquor in our blood stream. We kept dancing and moved closer to each other and seemed to cross the barriers when her phone rang up.
The shriek ring tone brought us back to our senses. She took the call to find her mother at the other end. She finished her call and asked me to drop her at her place. Moved and embarrassed of my moves earlier, I hurriedly called up a cab and dropped her to her home. She asked me stay back for some time and we strolled along the desolate road starry eyed gazing at the stars. She told me how beautiful her evening had been and thanked me for making all the efforts. Before I could head back to my home, she gave me a peck on my lips and literally took me off my feet. I jogged my way back to home and was shocked to find a “Love you sweetheart, and yeah am not drunk” text from her .Till date that night remains the best one I have ever had.
P.S.: Another round of fictional write-up. Would not have been possible without effective inputs from a friend, which I framed into a story .And yet again, a sheer imagination.
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