If Life were to be like Facebook...!

Imagine...! That word has immense possibilities right? That's why on a hot summer afternoon, I decide to write on my latest fad from the hotter square room of my dad's rented apartment. My fad goes by the name called Facebook. Sometimes, faces do read like a book, right? So must be some genius brain that thought of giving an internet networking site the name.

What if life were to be like Facebook? "It would be miserable," said my COO just the other day at one of the hottest outdoor parties that my radio company can ever organise (it was hottest due to only one reason and that's the 34*C Chennai weather at 10pm). Initially addictive, with its myriad cute things to do, images, little applications, questionnaires that keep you busy even when you're jobless, the giving and receiving of gifts, the keeping track of what's on the minds of those in your friends list - hmmm...looks like Facebook does have its good points. But as my COO continued to point out, "In the beginning I did run back to my Facebook like an eager,faithful husband everyday... then I kind of realised that you end up taking note of people who are not really your best friends, and those who are, you never seem to have time for them at all anyways!" Made sense at some level.

But...I'm in level 2 of this mother of a habit that I've picked up ever since I asked, "What is a facebook?" rather naively to a friend who is a decade younger than me on one fateful evening. After two months of being with it, I still wish life was like Facebook. Happy, naughty, lots n lots of good fun, free gifts, gratifications, wow! Gleeful! Gosh, THAT'S the word for Facebook.
Now... do I want my life to be just GLEEFUL. I mean what is that word anyway? Naaaah...!

Life has to be like...LIFE. REAL. Now, I'm into this emphasising mode and I will get into writing each adjective in BOLD with CAPS ON. Taking off from my last post, my mind is still B L A N K. I just erased a whole lot of smses from my phone, making it feel as light as a feather. I have this or used to have this habit of saving up good, nice, memorable messages from those who matter (ed?) to me. Now, in a state of calm (or so I think) that has recently descended upon my otherwise volatile self, I've deleted those msgs that had made me smile, given me hope, cheered me up. Have I erased memories? Maybe. Or maybe I'm trying to erase them with this one act because, people associated with those memories are no longer active in my life?

Why do human beings so relish to HOARD things, images, words, emotions... store, save, keep?! Why are we the only species that wants to look back, carry moments, keep baggages and thus we almost always remain as static beings in motion and not a work in progress that is improving with time? See, this is what hot afternoons in your parents' home does to someone like me! I began with the thought of what if life were to be like Facebook and now I end this post with some vague no brainer questions.
Much like the experience of being on Facebook or any new chat/networking site, right? Its all fun and addictive only in the beginning.. but with time...? Hmmm...!
Much like friendships, love...well, anything we attach our emotions to always finds a way to detach itself from us. We simply have no choice but to hit the NEXT button.