Twenty Four

I trust I have no readers who assumed this was about some TV show. Right? It isn't . This is about me turning a year older.  Yes, thank you.

Our perception of birthdays varies every year, doesn't it? There's the longish phase where birthdays meant wanting to cut a cake and distribute chocolates in school. Then there was the Orkut era which, in hindsight makes one feel like a ragpicker, involved checking out scraps. I'd like to think we're all in a slightly better phase now. Sure, we all wish each other on social networking sites. Heck, some folks wished me on Google+ already! That's as personal a wish as it gets because those handful of people and I are the only who bothered to open Google+ today.

On a more serious note, birthdays are great days to make amends to friendships and relationships. If you haven't spoken to someone in a long time, a birthday is a great excuse to change that. I used to be very cynical and crib about how impersonal wishing on social media is, but hey people taking a few seconds off to remember you is what matters. No one likes to be forgotten, and by the time you're a couple of dozen years you've given a whole bunch of people reasons to forget you. It feels good to be remembered.

Twenty four is an age no one wants to be. Kids want to be 18 or 21(depending on the legal drinking age) and adults want to go back to college and be 21 or 22 too. No one wants to be in that awkward age between hitting on everything that moves and changing diapers.Having a January birthday means your new year resolutions and birthday resolutions are pretty much the same too.  Of course, none of my resolutions are as radical as that of my female peers who seem to have decided to make a new person after turning 24 instead of becoming a new person.  I, on the other hand, don't even want to be a new person. I want to be the same person, but I know I'm heading towards a quarter-life crisis and that I must avoid the quarter life crisis.  The world around me is divided into two kinds of people: those who think I'm too old and those who think I'm too young.

Ever seen those sitcoms where an entire year is condensed into an hour-long episode?  Going by the number of times I've been called a dog, and the famous adage which dictates that every dog has its day, my 24 hours just got over.


To take this like another day I'm no saint,
High I'll get but not the kind that makes you faint.
Every wish and blessing gives me positivity I'll need,
Foul advice I'll consider and the rest I'll heed.
Under the sun everything seems within reach,
North-bound treks and alone time at a beach.
Settling down- is a phrase I often hear,
That'll only happen once these heights evoke fear.
Am I at the stage that can be considered my prime?
Real-life conversations can't compete with a rhyme.
These my-own-muse moments make me feel like a king,
Sometimes I feel like acrostics have become my thing.
Neither my readers nor I have a problem with this,
Oh, you got this far? I won't give your wish a miss,
Well, today, I've got to act like I'm too busy to take a piss. 

Birthday-Bums time FB !

Whether social networking is a boon or curse, a fad or utility, in vogue or passé, the answers to these questions are extremely volatile and depend on various factors, the purpose with which social networking sites were made and what they serve today indicates the evolution it has been subjected to. Love them or hate them, be it for professional reasons or personal , rarely will you find anyone between the ages of 16 and 56 who has not signed up for a single social networking site(Dad, if you’re reading this, know that you’re the exception) , ok I’ll start referring to them as SNS (not to be mistaken for Scotch N Soda , there’s no love-hate relationship there…everybody loves that).

The role of a SNS also depends on it the person using it, no doubt it can be a powerful tool if used right and can help reconnect or stay in touch with people or help one’s business / career reach heights that cannot even be dreamt of by conventional ways, but, there’s also the stalker, the balker and the one who logs on and writes random shit after his bloodstream is a cocktail riddled with Johnny walker.

Statistics related to SNS are as mind-boggling as those related to competitive exams and the chunk of active users is comparable to the number of serious candidates appearing for the CAT, to most people , Facebook is a calendar that reminds you to wish people( you haven’t met in a while and don’t give a tiny rat’s ass about) on their birthdays and twitter will remain the place where one steals funny one-liners to post on Facebook with no remorse whatsoever because they can’t even spell plagiarism let alone know what it means.

I cannot begin to count the number of times my hands have automatically guided the cursor towards the block/report for spam button , but I’ve held back , almost every single time , not because I have any hope that things will get better(If their grammar were a puppy , it’d be in such bad shape that it would break my heart), but because I could do with the laughs(if you went “so meannnnnn” you’re probably one of them).

Having said that, I am very much aware that there are times when I myself am uber active, and I’m man enough to admit that those are times when:

         I have nothing better to do 

            I feel it is my duty to enlighten some of you on something I deem important      

            The recipe for the devil’s workshop now stands updated and alongside an idle mind, a smart phone is a  necessary ingredient

            I need to maintain my klout score

 I’ve digressed and will probably have to rename this post, I started off writing because I got pissed off at Facebook, rather the people I know who are on it , logged onto both twitter as well as facebook after the historic judgement recalling 2G licenses of various service providers , but not one single status regarding it I tell you , screw that , not a single update that was remotely intellectual, atleast the tweeple were cracking jokes left, right and centre.

So FB, despite all the news you’re making, what with the IPO and 8^th birthday and all, “son…. I am disappoint”.

P.S : follow me on twitter if you aren't already , god-promise I'm funnier there.@suar4sure