I must say, I do not know anybody who hasn’t signed up for Facebook; as a matter of fact, I do not know them because they don’t exist virtually. Social networking has become such a rage on the already deluged World Wide Cobweb. And actually, I’m not a good example of a hermit either.
The other day, I received an SMS from a friend at eleven in the night asking me to check her Display Picture. I did; it was “ossum” , “hawt”, “gr8”, “sweet picha” and everything else a sane literate person wouldn’t understand. After going through the 27 Comments and 34 Likes I was compelled, in a way, to respond accordingly, besides I didn’t really want to get frowned upon by her fans.
The Social Cobweb as I call it, seems to be a septic tank turning creative intelligent Arsenic Albs, Phosphoruses and Aurums into boneless Pulsatillas or haughty Platinas and Antim. Tarts fearing lonliness. People here get an opportunity to display their not-so-admirable daily routine and turn into mini- celebrities. Always trying to fulfil one aim: Highest no. of “Likes &Comments” the persons engage themselves in a rat race of irrational competition bagging the Pandora’s Box as a gift, not knowing it opens up to give insecurity, impatience, jealousy and other inflammable elements to the Gossip-Bonfire. While their constant efforts to gain the public eye continue there is a drastic grave deterioration of the mind. Approval for every miniscule virtual act by fellow maniacs causes either a depression of their own decision making capacity or a false belief of being the Popular Queen/King for hailing attention. And ofcourse when there comes a time of less or no attention (read Likes & Comments) soon sets in lack of confidence, insecurity and loss of self worth. Attention of such a kind makes an impression on the naive minds of popularity being the sole way to survive. Further according to this logic are people in the society classified as outgoing, extroverts or introverts these days. But a majority of the young lame population looks like it's at war with insanity.
"..All children touch the Sun
Burn fingers one by one...."
(Metallica : Where The Wild Things Are)
And to this pursuit there are innumerable ways, ways to call attention, handy tips and “weapons” to deal with the Undesirables. Well, at this rate they all seem to be fool proof resulting in instant gratification of the ego. So this is the Façade-book where you just make a face with an ear to ear, plastic pin-up girl’s grin or a giant red pout and well, for the hunks out there, you just need to show a grumpy constipated expression. Ah! I almost missed their sunglasses, oh-so-drooled-over-muscles, “ganjis” and borrowed bikes.
P.S.: Phosphorous, Arsenic Alb., Aurum, Pulsatilla, Platina And Antimony Tart. are Homeopathic Remedies which have been personalized here.
