Yes, it is a farewell note to Facebook.
I am trying to recollect broken shells of memories that may haunt me later and coax me to drop my idea of closing my facebook account. I still have one day. Today.
There was a time when I used to love filling up the About me columns. Self obsession? I would say self definition. All were attempts to sketch a personality. It took me a long time to realise that a person grows with and grows in and out of things. If Tarantino and Teri Gilliams excite me more than Truffaut, than it is no less than fine. All I needed to understand was that all of them are film makers and that is the constant here. No, wrong, all I had to understand was that it was the 'me' who is constant here. And that is me.
They say that it is a piscean trait. Escapism. Farmville helped me become an expert in that. It is time I quit and face.
I have not made any new friends through facebook. There have been unknown friends requests and at times I have accepted them. I have had no interaction with anyone of them at a personal level. There has been only one person whose facebook presence delighted me...not anymore. Too much traceability spoils the excitement of destiny and coincidence. There are few people with whom I reunited. Gautam for instance...and his maturity as a person has made me so happy that it is not funny.
My closest friends are most of the times lost in their own worlds. They are on facebook but either not savvy or too busy travelling in the most interior parts of the fuckin world. The point is I say in touch with them, no, I stand corrected. It is rather they who bear with my rude behaviour and remain in touch nevertheless. I treasure them and Facebook plays no role in that.
Till such time there was a professional demand, the social networking helped. I have managed to come out of that obnoxious cycle of professional networking with the blessings of destiny and with a minimised salary, but I feel at the top of the world!
I used to use My Read, because I wanted to see what people are reading, and take clues in choosing contemporary books at least. Mary was one of my favourites in this case. She is updated with books and I have hardly ever had a disappointment while choosing a book to read from her shelf.
At some remote point in time, it used to excite me to see people's comments on my photographs. Now I am not doing enough of it. Not the way I'd like to. The Birds! Certain surroundings are depressing in terms of presence of natural life.
Facebook taught me another thing. If you have grown, people around you, organizations around you have grown too. I am back in touch with my first school. The school whose ideas I chose not to choose. Now I realise, it was growing too.
3 comments:
I Love the last paragraph. The one about growing up. What you said about going back to your old school now that you have grown, I can totally identify with it. I never liked what my old school was, i dont exactly know what it has become but it has grown and things have changed. So many things change as time passes. I cant keep track of the changes in me. its easier to decipher the change around youreself than the cahanges in yourself. The point is I loved your post
Thanks. As it turned out, I never resigned from Facebook - nor from life. It is great to be living; specially with people who understand humour.
Ya Amy ba,ur post made me 2 read it,without even blinking my eyes 4 once.jst look,i lykd u,n folowed u as my idol,since my school lyf.bt wi d whel shoes of time,u were lost in d crowd of busy,n sucesful people.bt its facebook,whr i found u again!so i m debted 4evr 2 facebook!
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