From My Dear Diary, (Season 1)
EPISODE 1 "The LIKING REALITY"
Dear Diary, |
I am launching this avant-garde blog slice
that shoots straight out of my Dear Diary!!
It’s not fancy,
It’s not manipulative,
It’s not scripted,
It’s not fiction, neither
It is a figment of my imagination.
It is what it is. What happened and
what is happening,
The Bitter Truths,
The Sweet Confessions,
The Ugly Reality,
The Beautiful Gestures,
The Lost Soul,
The Recouped Memory,
This diary scoop is my own, what I see
around and feel. This byte from my “dear diary” is that fraction, which braved
up to be READ by YOU.
My Diary Scoop |
6th June 2015
Although I should have written about
this long back when I started the promotion of my page but, more the days are
going into it more I am getting surprises, shocks, amazements and disappointments’
from the populace known and unknown. I recently started my Facebook page that
goes by the name CrazyDNA and that props up the readability and presence for my blog LionizedCOSMOS.
Absolutely excited and pumped about
this venture I invited friends, I mean “Facebook friends” to like my page. (is
that title friends alright?....we don’t even know each other, neither talk nor
interested to talk….then why are they called friends? I am clueless, or if I
may say it’s an easy escape….)
Over
2800 people on my professional account list and about 350 people from my
personal account, I invited them all. And lo & behold I received 5 likes to
my page which stay put for more than 2 weeks, till I chose to take matter in my
own hands. 5 likes, you kidding me, NO YOU ARE SHITTIN ME….
My existence resides on a planet of ironies and the biggest
being the number of people or if I say in Facebook language, “FRIENDS” saw me
launching this forum for “Creativity that DESERVES THE SPOTLIGHT “and then not once
supporting me in appending pitch to my voice. I feel hoodwinked. But I won’t
lose hope.
Just
like a bowl of cooked and seasoned mixed vegetables, that hits the many
flavours and textures in your mouth. Taking this comparison ahead I would say
my experience with those people who spend hours and days hitting the LIKE
BUTTON ON FACEBOOK PURPOSELESSLY felt like a bowl of rotten mixed veg.
LIKE MY PAGE... |
While
many many many people didn’t bother to like my page or give it a visit, there
were others who by all means got my attention on a totally wrong note. I
thought of making it a little more fun to read because the essence of it is
itself very disheartening which I didn’t want to take over me, the next time I
give my diary a read. I will chop them
into categories of four:-
n
I ain’t your Mama and
I ain’t gonna read your ping no matter how many times you
ping.
ü This category of
IRRITANTS will see your pings/chats and would Never-EVER respond to it. After
every ping you find
" SEEN Monday 12:57
p.m.”
This
conversation is like you standing in front of a person who is although
listening to what you gotta say but no matter how hard you try, they will
always remain SUPER-DUMB.
n
Now this group should be classified as Amazing ASS****s. they
respond to your ping, reply back with a thumbs up, but in actuality they don’t
give your page a THUMBS UP. It seems like their JAI-e-DAAD(property)will be
Looted if they gave your page a thumbs up. So, they sham a promise to you like
a CASANOVA being asked for COMMITMENT by a GIRL.
n
Not the last group
though, yet seems like the only permutation combination left for the
categories, this class of creatures, do see your ping, give your page a thumbs
up, and then you never see them again. NEVER. No complaints from these
individuals but it would have been NICE in case they gave a READ TO MY PAGE.
n
However, there is a
PIGGY peg also, in case you didn’t notice. Such people will definitely reply you
back but MAMA MIA, they will pour like acid rain on your chat box. They will
tell you that they don’t like such pages and hence will not give them a THUMBS
UP. I get your honest approach dudes and babes, but did I forget to tell you
about how your snout looks. Let me show you a giant mirror.
KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!! |
SHUT UP!! |
I find absolutely no pleasure in telling
somebody how ugly they look but when there is mudslinging on the loose
then I
don’t mind getting
dirty. If you don’t like such pages then just use a PLUCK
CARD on your mouth fixed with fevicol, that says, “I WILL REMAIN SHUT”
This
is just a very short introduction to the crowd that prevails on Facebook these
days. And will surely touch upon more in near future MY Dear DIARY, but I have
to, HAVE , HAVE TO tell you about what happened when my brain manufactured a
solid idea for my page promotion.
THOUGHT BULB... :) |
I
happen to bulb the thought that I can put a small promotional ad kinda thing on
the wall of people whom I know well. So that when anybody lands on their
timeline they could out of curiosity visit my page and like and read it. And
with this plan churning up my cerebrum, I pinged my senior of 14 years now, to
ask him for a favour. I requested him to invite his friends to like my page,
which as I already knew is quite a task, and there is 100% possibility that
people are going to shy away from doing so unless they had some really solid incentive
going on. So, I asked my senior if I could write a small promotional ad on his
timeline.
SOUR SURPRISE |
BAD SURPRISE |
And
to my biggest most sordid surprise, my senior never said yes, that I could
write it. He plainly said, ya! Ya! I will invite them. And irrespective of the
fact that I kept on asking him again and again, that too……very clearly he acted
as if he just got retarded by the PING HIT. You know what Diary, I later on
played the entire thing in my head again, and asked myself if FACEBOOK had
started charging any exorbitant fee if they found somebody writing on another
person’s wall.
And
the answer was A BIG NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
v
What if I had posted my ad without asking him? Atleast some
people would have seen it, even in case he might have deleted that later on?
v
The ad had no porn, no abusive language, absolutely nothing
of that sorts that could be damaging in terms of the reputation of my senior.
This thing goes apt for him, “UNKO MAUT AA RAHE THEE”(He was acting as if he is
going to die, if I post my ad on his timeline.)
v
I tried asking the same thing from a person I have known
although for not that long a time, and he said NO, ACHHA NAHI LAGTA YA…..I so
much wanted to ask him, my writing on your timeline or you not able to
comprehend what I would write or you feeling inferior that your timeline has
something written on it which is way beyond your “AUKAAT to understand”.
Seriously
I need an answer from all these IDIOTS as to what BOMB will go off or Which
Police is going to arrest them if I had a SMALL PROMOTIONAL NOTE written on
their wall? Atleast my mind almost goes into a COMA when I start thinking about
these Dipsticks and their arsehole mentalities.
THE SO CALLED KNOWN aka UNKNOWN ASSHOLES |
Among
all this bitter idiocy of the KNOWN PEOPLE, in HIGH AIR QUOTES, YES! KNOWN
PEOPLE, there were those whom in a million ages I have never ever chatted,
didn’t know a dime about them, and these people gladly, politely and just like
a bolt from the blue they said that, I could go ahead and put up a request to
like my page on their timelines. This gesture felt like HEAVENS, like somebody
just poured HONEY DEW in my ears.
PERFECT STRANGERS |
I
am extremely thankful to all those people who even without knowing an iota
about me, who had nothing to do with my page and never even Outta courtesy on
HOLI, DIWALI or NEW YEARS and not even on their birthdays had ever greeted
them. Which is why these people mean a lot to me, are in a way MORE special
that MY SO CALLED KNOWN PEOPLE, in whom I have invested years and emotions and priceless
time of mine.
My question to all
my readers is, do you like me also feel the same? Ask yourself the difference
of you knowing somebody for ages and then they act out like they never knew
you. If that remains the scenario then will people in near future think of
building relationships with people which is the very foundation of this entire
COSMOS???????????????????????
Try answering it.
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