Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Facebook is for Dorks!

Dork (dawrk) : An offensive term that deliberately insults somebody's intelligence, physical appearance or social skills (slang insult)

According to an article in Fortune magazine, "anyone who is over 25 years old and has an account on Facebook is a dork"
When I first read this I was a little bit offended. I am way over 25. I have a Facebook account. And for all that it is worth, I do not see myself as a Dork!!
Then I decided to read the article a little bit further. "Let's see what this guy has to say anyway"!
I summarized the article content in a few points -Dialogue like- here below
- Joining a social network is cool.
- Ok, and then??

- It allows you to catch up with old friends
- If they were really your friends you would have their contacts. If you do not have their contacts may be they were not your friends to start with.

- So who should I add to be my friends on Facebook? I'm already in close contact with my friends and My colleagues at work. So, should I add my distant friends, acquaintances and business contacts perhaps? And let them see my status and personal photos?
- ….
After using Facebook for sometime now, I somehow agree with the article. In my opinion, the social site is more of a hype without any real added value. May be for a younger generation, it would be a nice flirting tool but that is it.
Just ask yourself, when you first started out on Face how often you used to check it? How often do you use it now?
I used to get posts, invitations, mails,… all the time. Now, the frequency is far less. Basically, it is a very few bunch that is constantly adding applications or joining groups and sending them to their entire list without any real "personal" content.

And this is all I have to say about that :))

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

M&H

Sometimes, we get struck by the most unusual facts in the most unexpected times. I always thought I knew what I wanted. May be not in so many details but a rough sketch has been always there in my mind.
Till I met you.

An absolute revelation struck me. It had nothing to do with your beauty, style or finesse although you have loads of all of these. However, I have passed my years and I have learned my lessons to overcome these minor attractions.
I said to myself: She is just a pretty face. Then you turned around and you spoke to me. I cannot remember the last time I had a conversation with such an intelligent person.
Intelligent women drive me crazy.

You talked about yourself and you talked about your family. For no reason, but within the constraints of our limited minded society, you decided to share with me some of your life. I learned about your work, your studies and your family. As much as I was attracted to your intelligence, I could not help but to admire your persistence and responsibility. You take charge, when the call comes for, and you make it happen.
A man definitely needs his partner to fight at his side.
The days of romantic women waiting for their lovers at the window; or even the days when every great man needed a woman to only give moral support are long gone my friend.

In a world that is so demanding I dreamed about you. In my dream I felt protected and safe by your mere presence and an overwhelming glow of serenity engulfed us.

I do not know who I am and I still do not know what I want.
One thing I am sure of though: I wish I had you.