Once upon a time in the 21st century.....

.... man stopped talking or writing. Because he found out that he can tweet instead.

Tweeting was after-all a far more evolved form of communicating. Once you have tweeted, people all around the world can see it, and do random things in response (apologies, I don't yet know what all you can do on twitter). On facebook, for instance, once you had posted a status update (e.g. 'I just farted!'), your friends can 'like' it, comment on it (e.g. 'Is it one of those smelly ones?'), share the update with their friends, have a conversation around it and someone sitting in Prague who you don't know at all will see the update when they log into facebook simply because his friend's friend's friend is also your friend and this might just make his day ('OMG, Indians have smelly farts!'). See the magic yet?

Thanks to Orkut, Facebook, Twitter and now Buzz for Googlomaniacs, losers round the world can have a thriving virtual social life. E.g. I never forget my friends' birthdays, anniversaries, weddings anymore - I facebook them! He may eventually never know that I wished him because he would have 250 other 'friends' also facebooking him the same day, but I will have to live with that. I am now in the know of all my friends' minute-by-minute activities like A is at the airport tweeting around, B is getting bored in office and is hence, facebooking, C is watching Kites in a theater and has buzzed about how pathetic the movie is. The only downside is that I don't get any brownie points for supplying gossip anymore as everyone knows everything. But, ta da, I save money as I don't need to call / visit anyone at all.

Truth be told, I am somewhat scared. I am scared when I see how willingly people share their lives on a public forum. How easy it is for someone to find out anything that he wants to know about you, your appearance, your thoughts, your daily routine, your likings, your fears, your relatives, your hobbies! Websites like facebook, google and many others, in order to supposedly 'enrich' your surfing experience, track what you do on the net. So, don't be surprised if next time you notice an innocuous car ad on your google homepage if you have been doing online research on cars. You realize how far this can go?

The other day I received a facebook prompt - "Mr. A visited your album". Here, A neither commented on my album nor 'liked' any of the pics. A was not even in my friends' list. Still I know that he visited my profile and looked through my pics. Next time facebook might tell me that B likes visiting a particular porn-site or that he's been googling on schizophrenia purely based on his online activities and without his knowledge.  Scary, no?

Ok, I guess I am done. Now, let me post a link to this blog on facebook and also update my gtalk status message telling the world that my blog is updated. I also think I should finally start tweeting. How else would my friends know about my stupendously interesting life!

Ass you like it

It used to amuse me earlier. But now my reaction borders on that of disgust.


I have actually seen all types - fair or dark, smooth or hairy, bony or muscular, tight or lumpy, guy's or girl's. A good view used to get an appreciative nod. A pathetic one got only a chuckle. But I am bored of the show now. So I will blog on this topic instead.  


Indians catch on to a fashion fad like fire to fuel. Ok, maybe a little later than the rest of the world. But they also overdo it to crazy levels. 


First, we were supposed to show off our underwear. We only had to wear our jeans a little lower than where they ideally should be. Then, we thought, what the heck, a little bit of ass-crack would do no harm. Now, everywhere around we see asses on display. Guys', girls', uncles', aunties', kids'!, the sabziwallah's, the electrician's, the cobbler's, the receptionist's, the courier boy's, the chaiwallah's, my friends' and their friends'. One of my earlier kaamwala boys had his ass-crack on show with panache. John Abraham has done it on screen. I am sure than Shahrukh Khan will do a personal show for you if you pay him enough money (he may already be doing such shows - you may want to check if interested)


Since I have decided to dwell on this at an intellectual plane, let us wonder why would one want to resort to such an antic:


1) Mini-striptease:  Peacocks dance to attract peahens. Maybe, for modern-day man, showing one's ass is a mating ritual. Maybe, lust at first sight (of a cute ass) can finally transform into eternal love.
2) Maybe the clothing brands don't make right sizes anymore. Or like true Indians, we buy our clothes one size bigger just in case we put on weight later :)
3) For making a statement like 'Meri underwear teri underwear se mehengi (aur choti) hai'
4) Maybe to show the world that you have lost weight. And, you have lost a lot of weight real fast. So fast that you didn't have time for buying new clothes
5) In the hot Indian summer, we prefer air around our sweaty asses. 
6) Maybe this is the way members of a secret cult identify each other?