Monthly Archives: March 2012

My Social Network

Deactivating my facebook account for record thirteenth time in last two months. Life has been so worse that at a particular time, you feel like living it as much socially as you can, while at night on the very same day, the only wish that comes in your mind is to deactivate your life. As literally doing so is not possible, I generally take it on my facebook account.

This had become a phenomenon. I usually return tired at night to my room. Every time then I open my laptop with a hope that it would bring some colours in the upcoming night. Open chrome. Log in to facebook. It says, “Welcome back to facebook”.

Hopefully gazing over those stories for something real, I find nothing but some pics of girls carrying captions ‘Me’, ‘Outing With Friends’, ‘Cutee me’…or something like that.

Numerous comments and likes following them. Being ‘Lyk’, ‘Superlyk’, ‘Awesome pic’…and so on from boys….and ‘Love u baby…mmuuaahh..:*’, ‘Wow cutie..thankx for being part of my life..’ and many other love depicting type comments from girls. I click on the little arrow icon beside the pic and usually click on options- ‘Hide Story’, or ‘Unsubscribe’, depending upon how irritated I got one that show stunt in online sociality. 😛

I scroll down looking for something else and the other things I find are status updates regarding some cricket match or every other guy of college sharing some weird photo with a hallmark ‘His Name | Photography’. It is so irritating to see these people displaying each and every little thing that they do publicly. Had everybody out there lost all self esteem in race of seeking attention in public view online? Buy some expensive slr, get scratchy knowledge of Photoshop and publicize yourself as a photographer..! 😛

Then to add to the frustration now and then there comes ‘This girl is single’, ‘This boy is separated’. And people hitting likes and posting comments as if it is necessary to encourage all losers out  there who put there agonies on public display. By the time I realise there has been enough cursing around, an hour is gone. Valuable 60 minutes gone to trash. I straight go to account setting and deactivate my account. But sociality is also necessary. So, Open new Tab, go to twitter. Oh yes! I love twitter. The basic difference being, “At fb, people lie in front of ones they know  while at twitter they are truthful in front of complete strangers”. 😀 😛



Posted by on March 19, 2012 in My Dreams!


Missing Real Bad.

Missing something, someone is a part of everybody’s world.

Hard you try, hard it becomes. Hard to remember, hard to forget. Inevitably, at one or other point, someone come, who make you miss him/her for the rest of your life. Generally what people do  is to capture those images so deep, that they become blurred with the strokes of time. But blurring is only illusional, as there is nothing as ‘erasable’ in this little globe of human feelings.

Now it is a long time since I came in Indore. I also missed my home, my little group of people that were meaning of life to me. Time flew, I am no abnormal or extraordinary guy, no abnormal or extraordinary human, I also eventually started moving on. It was a year before It took me to get that why I am here. I missed that little world, of course. Everybody does.

I would cry. Sometimes. But guys are not supposed to cry. They are not supposed to be weak. But to be truthful, I was in love then. Or whatever they call it. Yes, it’s better, not love, but whatever they call it. Reason being, that I haven’t figured it out yet. Neither do I want to. So I would not cry because I missed them. I cried because I imagined them crying. Time flew. Again.

New world, new people, new things, new chores, new days, new festivals, new birthdays, new evenings, new outings, new songs, new movies, new clothes, new roads, new squares, new trees, new birds, new things, new people, new world,…new me.

I missed them, they missed me too. I miss them still, and they miss me too. But out of all, I always wonder why I can’t sleep. Why I can’t eat. Why I can’t sing, I can’t listen.

Its always dark that’s appealing. It lets you to identify yourself. Within yourself. Brightness always blind. Dark came, I went with it. Decide that you will find and you always find. It is me. Sad but fact. It is me that I miss the most. It is myself that I lost with this time. I miss being me, true me, the silent observer. This being my case.

I ask you. Whom do u miss the most? Your family? Your love? Your life that was so simple once? Or yourself?

A long time since last time I penned something. Things  were keeping max out of me busy. First of all a hearty thanks to the subscribers, visitors, and critics of the page. Your comments and likes are the most valuable rewards.

                                                                From two days before, when I decided to finally again write something, I was pretty sure that the upcoming one would not be in the dark. But then today only I realised, dark is easy to depict, to narrate, as it is not very difficult to find. 😀

So, apologies to everyone who adviced not to write like a dukhi aatma. 😀


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