So here through my own blog i'm sending out an invitation for the memorial service of my own funeral. I wil die on august 18, 2067. Yes the date has been cleared at the gates of the heaven (I sincerely hope so ) for my esteemed arrival. I didn’t go to any astrologer nor did any popat spell out my future, this is the hardwork of the mighty and the lofty ‘FACEBOOK’.
Not only this , facebook can tell you whom u wil marry and how u will marry (it says I would elope! Oh sweet lord, would anyone ever be ready to run away with me??) Now they have introduced a new application called Get Revealed. There if u answer absolutely stupid questions about ur friends, u can earn coins and unlock the answers of the questions that ur friends have answered about u. It may seem fun but the questions we have to answer are soo foolish, like would u like to be so and so’s girlfriend?. Would so and so be actually a girl in boys body? Does so and so use a tub or a shower for bathing? Etc and etc.
The next best thing about being in facebook is that you are now ‘friends’ with everybody. Old long lost school friends, colleagues, college friends, friends of friends, people whom you have met in a bus once, your ex, ex’s ex, and list crosses about 500 for most of them. Once my friends status message went thus “ facebook is not allowing to add more friends, I have reached my limit it seems.WTF” Then I know a couple who talks to each other only through facebook. You may think that I am exaggerating, but this is a real case, and to someones query, they have given their explanation that they both are busy in their work. But alas, they get time to open FB, and pour out their love for each other in public. See I warn you, this is where the world is headed.
One boring day in office, I open FB and sees the following message ‘soorya, do you want to become a millionaire?’. Which bloody fool wouldn’t?? but sadly I find out that it’s a game where you have to build a city called millionaire city.
During my beginner days on FB, I got startled one day when I learnt that my friend wants to plough my field. And another friend on her way has sown some seeds and fed my horses too. How nice of her I thought. Oh, wait, do I own a farm? And it would hurt my friend if I didn’t take her help in my button collection. Button? Buttoooonnn?? As in shirt’s button?
I love FB for one thing , you can visit anybodys profile and it wouldnt show up in their ‘recent visitors’. You can ‘like’ anything but u r not allowed to dislike. I decided to shift from orkut to FB because one sad day my dad decided to join orkut. Once family enters FB, I guess I would be creating an alias profile for myself. :P
Already i got into a fight, literally, with my sister for not replying to my comments on a particular photo (we talk almost everyday on phone).Oh, its time to check FB, somebody would have commented on my status update, if not i wil 'like' my own comment. ;)