The Braggy FB Status: Like it, Comment

I hate to do this but I see these funny things all the time and can't help but share what I feel.

I am not technology bashing here. I really appreciate how Facebook and Twitter have revolutionized the way we communicate. But how some people are (mis)using it, I refuse to second. It indeed is amazing how empowered we are to let our friends and foes know anytime where we are, what we are doing or what we are planning to do, how our mom feels, what the kids ate, what our 2nd cousins did, what are the neighbors up to...I mean it just gives you that bullhorn at the tip of your fingers. Masses, who matter to you, know it all with just your single and gentle click of the 'share' button.

So I see these intelligent, funny, meaningful Facebook status updates all the time which I absolutely love.

Great!

But some of these, I can't help but notice, are obviously and slyly wrapped in layers of flamboyance. These clearly are a cheesy and desperate cry for attention. 'Hey people, like and comment where I am, like and comment what I bought, like and comment what I have done'. Because before even breathing in the freshness or the beauty of a new experience or a new place, it has been updated for you. It is so critical to desperately juggle with the smart phone to update this act. It is so urgent to let people know and appreciate instantly.

After posting it and before feeling anything real, the smartphone is still not left alone, the fb page is refreshed to check the growing likes and comments.

So here I am not carving the path to enlightened Facebook status updates or twitters. But sharing an observation that perhaps in being obsessed with sharing with the world immediately, we somehow let moments of a special experience slip callously.

The world will know and be happy (or maybe not if that's your intent). But boisterously flashing and seeking satisfaction in their instant acknowledgment is not worth it, I think.

No one minds

I am the shallow North Indian man who is strongly connected with more powerful people than the subjects I ever passed in school. I sprint my Porsche on Delhi roads wherever I want, whenever I want and in whatever condition I am in. I just cannot stay away from drinking a ‘full full’ Blue label at Gurgaon theka every night. And in my drunken state, speeding and racing becomes irrestibily fun. It is insanely gratifying to squash the little human mosquitos sleeping on the pavements with my powerful wheels. I test drive my imported cars on these human mosquitos. Unless there are a few mosquito deaths, how do I know the strength of my new possession?
No one ever dares to stop me.

Flashing the many connections and money that I have is enough to wash all that blood. The weight of my wallet is enough to carry the entire law and order that has been every made in this country. No one ever refuses me parking and no one ever can deny me an entry anywhere. Of course the blockheads who do are bashed black and blue. My friends and I are always searching for such blockheads. Smashing their heads is as auspicious as breaking the coconut before a pooja and for some days if we cannot find such blockheads we pick up fights without any reason. After all, the auspiciousness should keep going.

Every girl, married or single, loves us for our power and they are desperate to have a good time with us. They love the codding, the ragging and the pinching. Just that they pretend to dislike us and our behavior so we make it easier for them. We rightly force them to do what we want them to do...bloody animals. Pick the best looking animal, when alone and vulnerable, and all of us collectively make them feel like the helpless animal that they really are. After all we are the glorious and fearless representation of masculinity with powerless animals all around us.

I am the ultra-rich, influential and powerful North Indian man. I have no mind but in North India no one minds.