Orkut dead? [RIP]

Still in its evolving stages. It seemed this one was to go on. The prodigy that seemed challenging mortality. The youth joined this brigade. The revolution had started..
And then. Something went terribly wrong. Orkut** died.
The best couldn't survive. Speculations were made. Some conspiracies surfaced up. Post-mortem was carried out. And the reports bared it all..
Facebook^^ killed it.

Not by its own hands though. The following of Orkut left it alone. Tempted by FB, as they nicknamed their new friend. The human brain, thinking trends and psychology were deeply examined. And the reports that followed were astonishing. People had changed.

1) Ppl got bored of counting scraps(and comparing) each time they logged in. Moreover it was too social for the 'YO-generation' to go online just to say hi. This Fb dude gave them cool applications or 'apps' as he called it.

2) The public pages, the communities seemed hell too far to reach on a lazy day. And if ever someone posted a topic or a query in a community, it was lost, amidst several others. And whether someone responded was buried history.

3) The slogan of 'Be a FAN to get one' seemed losing power.

4) The 'add to crush list' didn't help either as people prefer keeping crushes to themselves, because they are too large in number to disclose.

5) And the messages led to dilemmas. Whether the beautiful girl telling them that one could 'earn from home' really existed? And did poor XYZ get her operation successful through the 10paise orkut paid her for each forwarded message?
[The latter often led to high blood pressure and heart attacks and thus turned into a nested chain mail]

6) Priests at confession boxes complained about increased number of confessions of having lied in their friend's Testimonial.

7) The acronym LOL had turned from indicating a laugh to a yawn. Urgent need surfaced to allow ppl to remark upon the growing sick sense of online-humor.

8) Yet the freedom of expression was maintained on FB. There was no 'DISLIKE' button, to cause embarrassment, against the 'LIKE' one.

9) FB helped the under-confident through its 'apps'. For instance,
i) The victims of bullies joined Mafia Wars and went all out on their enemies without fear.
ii) The nerdy ones found satisfaction in farming and making neighbors at their sweet town Farmville.
iii) The candy-asses valiantly did go 'blind' and turned prodigal on Poker.
[Also, the "How hot\cool are you?" etc quizzes helped]

10) The gluttons were the first to quit as they hated being told "Orkut has no doughnut for you".


[**Though a clone of Orkut was made with genes of Facebook, and presented as a new version, but in vain. This new fellow had lost all the charm and emotions]

[^^Rumors say that FB has been murdered too. Prime suspect: a guy named Twitter-has various political connections and celeb friends. One of his friends had been heard tweeting: "@twitter that f***book couldnt have survived man! #fb #areyounuts" News to be verified soon.]

A talent, something worth..your abilities..or even your greatest passion...displayed out in this cold world.. sometimes it pinches.. like clothes torn off your body...a shame.. not that the body is exposed... but that it is exposed to INDIFFERENT eyes.


Those eyes.. they won't understand you... though they don't intend malice... just that they don't want to know good you are or can be...this hasn't been in the traditions... Be whatever good you are... things that work out are 'respected' here...and truth, it seldom works with them.. Here, someone's favor can make you his slave.. such is the system.. Or almost anything that could feed their vanity..

You were a believer.. in self, in the universal energy.. all seems lost and confused.. faith has changed definitions... now what are you gonna do? You fight, give up or maybe give in... Or choose ESCAPISM.. it's comforting..you think you've faced enough.. you tried to stand by what was universally right.. but the system works on relativity.. individual frames of reference... self-centered view-points.. selfish minds, greedy minds.. all your life you never hated anything or anyone.. but you forgot - if you hate hate, you still hate! And now, you can't stand a bunch of hypocrites.. you can't stand this society..

You weren't immoral.. you did the thinking for yourself..  just kept your own set of morals.. many did coincide with theirs'.. so far they didn't mind, now there seems to be a clash!

You won't wanna hurt them.. just keep away.. anything and everything that would link you back to them... but where are you gonna run? It all piles up soon.. so heavy on your back.. even though you think you have been moving forward.. some day your back breaks and you have no option but to succumb.. Then, you realize.. there isn't any escape-door.. your misery made you fool yourself.. hah! but life isn't over as yet..

Though now you don't have many options.. struggle in obscurity or compromise..  But be clear.. you chose escapes throughout.. maybe you're not born to struggle.. compromise - like millions have.. once, you hated that they never dared to challenge..  look at their numb faces now... compromise doesn't seem so hard after all!

WHO AM I ?

I was worried, and it showed on my face. I was taking pains about the most unsavoury versions of life. Stuck up as they say, accompanied with a 'frustrated expression'. Now I knew what a 'miserable feeling' was. Just those times when your mind questions everything, and probably answers none.

I did what I felt would get me out of the situation. I speculated things - WHO AM I?

I am just that other boy in your institution who has long been doing something he never wanted to. But the bigger problem is that he does not know what he wants to. All he can do is struggle, either way. Or maybe I am the very friend of yours who thought he or she IS different. And one day suddenly something blows it off. And there they stand in the crowd of a millions, with same kind of dreams, same fantasies and same kind of lives. It pains, trust me.. it does. Perhaps I am just the girl in your neighborhood, who wraps on a smile whenever situations are adverse, and it works magic. But the other day she incurred, she is just veiling the truth and accumulating the hardships.

I am just the youth sitting by your side in a city bus, who wonders why their parents are blamed for the smallest of their actions, especially when the outcomes are negative. It does not help; just mystifying their mind even more. Also I am the coolest guy in your class who has a question - whats a CAREER anyway? He is chilled up enough to forget it; not smart enough to discover it all on his own, with no one to help. I represent any boy, your acquaintance, who does not want to be a misanthropist, but the world seems darker to him each time questions against his actions are put forth him. I could be a man standing in a local train, who sees more than fifty visible hands, clung tight. And he looks around and finds them all the same. This makes no sense and no conclusions to him. But then the carry-over of his frustrating thoughts overcomes, and it all adds up; with no reason. Or I might be a boy living on the other part of the world, who probably loves a girl he finds the best, but wont ever tell her.He is one of the boys in 20s who love to play with a pair of magnets. They are what he calls made for each other, rest is classified. Because he doubts if all the 'perfect lovers' depicted in those sugary films actually exist. They entertain; anything entertains because it offers an escape, from the reality. Confused, he suppresses his thoughts, and the girl will be unaware of his existence.

I maybe an employee in a multinational, who has been struggling to put forth his opinions but has no even grounds to fight.He was among the ones who loved Final Destination 1,2 and 3, and slept in 3D version of the fourth. Innate quality, every human has opinions, right or wrong depends on the frame of reference. He has no one to disseminate his. His very foundation crumbles each time his mind evelops a new opinion. He is perhaps trying to shut his eyes to the outer world now. I may be the one person who is trying not to be sad about petty mischances. It doesnt all together sound working though.

But speculations work, because now I know.. I am a fighter. I am the brave heart who despite such brainstorming, is marching forward. I am a deer who has always managed to escape the jaws of the lion chasing it. I am the bird who is flying higher and higher even with the gravity working against it. I am me. I am you. I am every person of your age around you. I am my generation, and I haven't lost. My purpose in life, isn't over as yet. Want to test yours? IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE, IT ISN'T.

No one is safe, and no one is brave!

Recently, when Pune was hit with terror blasts, I realized that we Indians have developed a habit of living in illusions- We are not worried because we are safe, and we don't give in because we are brave.

We the people need to realize this. Living ignoramus is not the solution to the problem. Not everyone has the courage to fight. But facing the reality is safer. We've got to face the fact that no one is born immune to these terror attacks. Ten died the other day. Our lives didnt change. Theirs were no more left to change. We dont care about them. Face it. We dont have a heart for these incidents. Or we merely have no time to think about the matter. Again because we are not bothered.

As I write this, it has just been a week to the blasts in German Bakery. The news about the matter has already dried out in the local newspapers. We have cricket and budget to focus upon! Newspapers are reflection of the society. They contain what an average Indian wants to read. Yes right, we did mourn. Candle Vigil by a handful of Puneites. Then its all over. I talk on account of any common man. Those whose loved ones were affected, sure do care.

So do we wait for someone close to us to be included in a list of victims? This might sound harsh but do ask yourself this question. I incurred this when I analysed the possibilities of my presence at the scene of the mishap. Not big ones that I could narrate in my 'great escapes' compilation, yet practical. This is what people love to do- Prove their luck! Anyways I am happy, because since I wasn't there, I am alive and unaffected. Thats the horror. The culprits could still be in Pune, but I have already stopped caring.

That's where the other illusion lands in. Heard these words -'Mumbai is brave' and 'Mumbai never stops'? Now thats amazing. Yes the city might not stop. But no one can connect these statements. Face it. A city has a hard running economy of its own. Daily wagers, grocers, office-goers, shopkeepers and business tycoons are all out on the roads, not to show their bravery. Infact they show their disconcern for the matter. And they prove that money is prime.

Someone might scorn and ask -So what do I do? But I would say this is a question lying far from where we stand now. We have been lying to ourselves for years. It will take time to realize the truth and come out of an unknown cowardice. Its in human gene. Our eyes see what we want to. And our mind thinks in the direction we have set it. Open your eyes, widen your mind, then act!

Music

I rest, i sleep, i wake, i work.. I sit, i stand, i walk...n stop..
I finally lay down.. on my bed.. wondering... I
I cant find my peace.. I m bored of evrythng.. I get in a state of unrest... Something that is irresistible..
My head hurts... I take deeper breath.. I need something to cling upon.. something to pacify my mind....
To prevent it from thinking at all.....Almost like I wanna givein..


Theres some music.. I hear it... I feel the music in the air..
My body not in control... But the rythm gets my faint response...
Some movements beneath my flesh...
My heart thumps.. I feel blood rush down my ears..
I hear the sound.. The doors creak.. Air gushes out of my lungs..almost missing a breath...

I sense my senses fading..I barely feel alive...
It seems gothic, but who cares, its soothing... I try recollectin my senses, but fail.. I loose to the ambient.. A drowning feeling..

Its been long Im still.. I breathe.. stable enough..
My eyes are shut..My mind just follows the music...
And I feel some life...Energetic suddenly...
I feel something imaginative.. I get my colours.. I get my peace..
I get my xcitemnt.. A refreshing feeling.. A passionate one....

I recover..
I get life..

Music.. is a safe kind of high