A power surge at the hosting end, protective apparatus failed, and my whole site got wiped out along with million others. There was no back-up. Budget hosting had no back-up, and the hosting company is out with its hidden, legal jargon. Glad someone I know sued it.
So well, an obituary of once-a-site. I loved the layout and the design. Lost many a articles and poems, and back to reviving the basics => blogger.
(reposting from 2012) ————- (sometime in the future … )
“Good morning facebook”, I greet rubbing my eyes as I wake up in the morning.
And the app on my phone picks up my voice. Meticulously it goes through the new posts of last 7 hours and ‘likes’ them alternately, taking care that within 2 or 3 such mornings, all my friends and family have at least one like by me.
This artificial intelligence based app keeps me in touch with all my uncles, aunts, siblings, nephews and close friends by ‘liking’ them all…, learns from me, and keeps me in the loop with regards to what it’s liking, etc. so that some day I’m not caught off guard.
(Really? Is there that AI app? Search for it – or – read the very first line – in italics)
Anyways the point is, we seem to be living in a ‘hurried’ sort of a world. There’s hardly any time to travel distances, meet people, visit friends, talk on the phone, etc – which could now be defined as parts of the Old Socializing Approaches. Even writing emails somehow now seems archaic…
FB has spawned the New Socializing Methods. On one platform you can see what your friends and family are upto, what pics they are sharing, their current status, their current likings, etc. And if you are social enough, you will like them, may be even drop in a comment, and they’ll like and comment on your updates in return – the whole positive feedback cycle ofliking starts thus. That’s the new social interaction method on Facebook – being Focial.
You like, they like. You comment, they comment. Congratulations! And you are now an important element in the fociety – you are a highly focial animal.
Well if you are the recluse type, you might not want to like anything or comment upon anything. In typical olden socialization methods, that would tantamount to you sitting alone on a sofa in a corner of a room while a party is going on and people are interacting with each other. People will still attempt to talk with you but eventually they will give up if they don’t have a good enough response.
In the new fociety’s focializing methods, this would be akin to you not liking their updates or posts, and vice versa. If you really hate someone now, for instance, just don’t like him or her. It’s that simple.
And if you are a realized person – the kinda guy who sees triviality in all things extant, or someone who wants to shed all relations and take up a harsh sanyaas… rrrelax.
In the new fociety, thanks to the focialization approaches it has spawned, you don’t really need to renunciate stuff! It’s become much easier…
Deleting your facebook account or just not having one will suffice!
Operation Jai Mata Di should be well on it’s way to become the highest rated thriller book of all time 😉
In a daring midnight operation by armed men, over 10,000 pilgrims are taken hostage en route to the holy shrine of Vaishno Devi, a popular Himalayan religious-tourist destination in the troubled state of Jammu & Kashmir in Northern India. The hostage-takers threaten to shoot pilgrims every day, unless the incumbent Government accedes to their demands. With the Hindu festival of Diwali just around the corner and elections less than six months away, the Government at the center is under immense pressure to act. What will the Government do? The army? The intelligence agencies? The common man?
No terrorist group has claimed responsibility for the attack. Who are these men? Is there a larger plot? Faced with such unprecedented events, will the country descend into unimaginable anarchy or will it rise above the issues of collective apathy and greed that have plagued it since Independence?
The people in the car
Eyes glued to the screens
Not even an ack
Not even a smile
Lost in their phones
Jabbing at the keys
Headphones in their ears
And a young man
P’raps as stuck-up
Observing it all
Penning it all
As I look out of the window
And see my home pass by
I realize that years have passed
Time has flown
There must be my marks in that house somewhere
A wisp of my breath lingering
Some evidence that I had once lived here
And that house was but my belonging
The street outside must have my footmarks
Certainly the marks of the cycle I rode
My school must still have my mischief in its corridors, I’m sure
And the garden where I played;
Oh, the trees must recognize me surely
But I realize
There are new dwellers now
The home, the street, the school, the garden
Which I once called mine, are someone else’s now
For my marks were only temporal
I had no claim
The stay was short
But the desire strong
In the scheme of things
I have moved on
I will move on
Guess, I’ll hardly be anywhere
But for a minutiae, a blip
And a lingering wisp of air…
Articles and poems on my journey through life, philosophy and spirituality. Society and stuff around us. Journey as an author, and my books – Operation Jai Mata Di, Unraveling