FACE BOOK, YOU AND ME

Ask any youngster “Do you have a Facebook account?”, the chance of getting a negative reply is infinitesimally small. Facebook is a synonym of youth, youth never remain calm, it is always up to something. People on face book expose and express things that shouldn't be exposed and things shouldn't be expressed in open.

I do understand their feeling but if ever they want to do it, there should be a limit to it. If you cross your limit someone can take you for a ride than it is for the person on the ride to decide whether the ride is joyous or sorrowful but that is Facebook. Every time I open my Facebook account, ever-fresh updates are sure to be there. Generally someone brushes up acquaintances with someone, someone befriends someone, someone praises someone’s beauty and so on and so forth. The most common and highest ranking comment is “LIKE IT”. It is so easy and so handy.

A friend of mine told me a story: Once a thief in high spirit was enjoying his success of having stolen a hefty booty, lost in his thought of not having to steal for months. A ring of the door-bell brought about a dramatic change of his scene and mood. As he crack-opened the door to see who it was; a strong hand held him by the collar and within minutes he was in front of an interrogation team within a jail. He confessed of having committed the robbery and regretted being addicted to the Facebook especially posting pictures on it. unfortunately he posted the picture of his booty too.

How strange, not only decent people but, gangster, thieves, criminals and many others use Facebook. Criminals and police are like wife and husband. Where ever the wife goes the husband just follows. So the police too are on the Facebook and believe me if there was a certification being done. They would get distinction.

How can we forget ladies. When a dish is ready to be served there is a formality to be completed. It has to be pictured and posted on the Facebook. And the rest is to be done by public, but the sad part is, they have to comment on it, only by looking at it; tasting is not within their reach.

Updating a profile photo is a very common feature of Facebook operation. Youngster often do that. One day I thought let me try it, with any delay I updated my profile photo. The photo exhibited me in an impressively dressed formal attire hugging a four to five month chubby baby. Her sparkling white eyes with contrasting black cornea were spelling magic. She was staring at me right into my face.

Minutes later there was a flood of comments; one of the comments went to the extents of asking what is this? Whose is this? Did you get married for the second time?

I told him in Saudi Arabia there is no reason and there is no season; and it is official to get married four times. But tell me why are you so much worried?

He didn’t comment further but I continued. The same thing I can do it when I come to your home. Share it with your wife. Your younger daughter is expecting, isn’t it? When she is blessed with a baby. Arrange a photo shoot, I will come smartly dressed and no sooner do you take our photo, immediately, I will update my profile photo. Ha, Ha, Ha,

Long live Facebook