Sunday, January 10, 2016

My Tryst with FaceBook


My Tryst with FACEBOOK
(uncut version)

Hye Folks! :) I stand before you all to share my feelings, experiences and my Tryst with FaceBook.
There are people who swear by it, some condemn it (on FaceBook itself hahahah!) As for me? Yeah? Well for me it's been a journey, it was a long and lonely road so I decided to go on and on like a gypsy, sometimes trekking, hitch-hiking, and even flying, in terms of experiences. I divide my journey on the FB road into three categories:

1. Meetha
2. Chatpata
3. Atpata

1. Meetha being, of course, my reconnecting with my childhood buddies, whom I could never ever hope to ever see let alone talk. The nostalic memories that came swirling back as we all remembered decades ago. The school days, games, functions, most of all our beloved teachers. So sweet is the memories that there were school mates who could never muster up enough courage to come talk to me, now together we laughed about it. Memories of school days just remain in our hearts forever, for those times are the ones that often experience a series of 'First Times'. Our education, interraction, competition, friendship, crush and many more that I can't think of yet, maybe you could add up to the list.
Another Meetha experience was when I started uploading my paintings, achievements, rewards and awards. I can never thank my friends who liked my uploads inspiring me with encouraging comments. I got in plenty students who were looking for a Guru like me, even got quite a few painting commission jobs  that boosted up my Art Studio, soon I started a new page at FB called CHITRAKUTIR ART SCHOOL AND STUDIO.

2. The Chatpata feature of FB is that we get such wonderful updates from people all over the world. News, Recipes, grievances, funny videos, informative videos and some real creative work and videos by people who never get a chance to display their talent. Many of the young amateur artistes have been able to gain tremendous popularity and have been contacted by the Bollywood Mesihas.
Funny is that there are many who step into FaceBook, without a face or even with faces of their favorite celebs as their profile pics.
Another aspect I never understood of the posting of religious pictures with the lines saying, "like it in 2 seconds and something nice will happen", Duh! Come on Guys? Bribing?
If Gods were to be scanning everyones status making sure all liked his posts, where would the ones not on FB would be?
Then to make matters worse they write, " If you dont share, something bad will happen!" Yikes!!!! Now they pull Gods down to their level. Its really irksome.

3. The most serious and worth concern is the Atpata aspect here. Earlier the youth was so much into Yahoo chat rooms, that supported heavy chatting with almost anyone around the globe. Hence as expected there were lots of complications. Sometimes things got out of hand and hearts were broken as young vulnerable senti minds got side- tracked and were dazzled by lots of lies that were handed out to them by devious Contriving miscreants. Then as I was saying after the Yahoo chat rooms practically closed down, the young crowd rushed to FB, then began a series of messaging where anyone could go through the best looker profiles and start directly messaging. I know all this because I have always been the happy target of these over enthusiastic young bucks because of my status that shows 'single'. There were dangerous messages too, from overseas, untill I got so fed up that I created a page called, SINGLE DON'T MEAN AVAILABLE. Hahahahah! The first message I usually get is, " Hi Beautifuls! Wassup!", which I ignored, then came the next question, " madm are you Mareeed?" Wow! What in the world was that word? It was much later when the realization hit me! The word 'mareeed' meant 'married' hahahahha!

Today if your'e not on FB, people look at you as though you come from the Planet of the Apes (old version).
Its like a status symbol :) so much so that, I have even heard some smart Alec man say, "Wife k bina chalega lekin Wifi k bina......" Hahahah!
In retalliation I jokingly wish to retort..... "FB is similar to men, can't live with them and cant live without them".

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

MissNinaUnplugged-2

Hye....back again! You must think me a little judgemental about men...believe you me, Im not. Iv had my fair share of them.... Obviously, my dad and brothers.
The only time Im not play acting or alert is around them. My dad has always been my role model, an artist through and through. A great Painter and sensitive soul. My real brother, older than me, was always my buddy, treated me as a brother. He was my coach, taught me boxing, self defence and driving.
There was this family friend of ours we used to visit....my mom, bro and I. There was this young irritating boy there who always pulled my hair, but now I was ready for him. Just as he made out to pull my hair I caught him by surprise ..... I jumped and socked his nose, he stepped back in agony and shock, just as he was about to slap me I turned around and tried out my best Ziu zitsu move and using his weight as an advantage pushed him back, forward and swung in a quick movement on my back and wham! On the ground, my brother cheering me all the time, yay-ing me to go on! That was my first sense of victory and confidence.
Till date .... I do anything but give up.

Love,
Nina

MissNinaUnplugged

Here I am, ripping my heart open for all to see. I dont write diaries.....but I wish to start to keep a record now....something to remember myself by, know who I was as a child, what I became over the years, before alzeimer sets in.... (Just kidding).
Im single....man hater, Cold and ruthless. How I came to be like this..... I was a sweet gal since childhood.... Meek, demure and shy, often got bullied by senior guys..... Had my ass touched by old men.... It was then I knew.... Hell guys! I was a man hater! Was totally into men.... Just didn't trust them.
Hence started a series of affairs, I loved breaking hearts....after ofcourse getting mine broken several times.
I shall keep blogging till I unload it all from my chest.

Love,
Nina.