From the above trends graph on Facebook, corresponding things Indians have on their minds
- Sex
- Idealism
- Travel
- Family
- Frisky Relief
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Friday, September 04, 2015
Indian trends spotted today
Friday, April 20, 2012
Why I’m not on Facebook
The convention about something unconventional would be to prove that you’re in the “cool” part of the unconventional - something that sets you apart is the real deal, and that you gotta have a neat philosophy behind it. However I personally share an uncool fact about myself.
I am under-social (as compared to un- or anti- ). The curious case of my missing mumbling head on the social networks has been taken up in questioning a few times, only to see some loose-ended answer(s). It didn’t strike me, that this had a connection with my inner romantic. It is simple once you read the previous line in context. If it isn’t, the connection being: that why I connect less with people is because I connect more with the images of people, some sort set profile in my head. Yes, typical of an introvert. And mind you, not the same as a deranged person, who invents people in his head. This, being a notch away from reality, yet not constructed reality.
So in a way, people become "my people". These "my people" now live a virtual life, inside this giant head of a sim. Talk about a museum, and you could see me a curator. Talk about parenting, and you could see me a parent. So my people are an ongoing process in optimistic thinking - with my belief in reformation, even the black heads get a polish. Sometimes that seems the only way of staying happy around everyone.
I am under-social (as compared to un- or anti- ). The curious case of my missing mumbling head on the social networks has been taken up in questioning a few times, only to see some loose-ended answer(s). It didn’t strike me, that this had a connection with my inner romantic. It is simple once you read the previous line in context. If it isn’t, the connection being: that why I connect less with people is because I connect more with the images of people, some sort set profile in my head. Yes, typical of an introvert. And mind you, not the same as a deranged person, who invents people in his head. This, being a notch away from reality, yet not constructed reality.
So in a way, people become "my people". These "my people" now live a virtual life, inside this giant head of a sim. Talk about a museum, and you could see me a curator. Talk about parenting, and you could see me a parent. So my people are an ongoing process in optimistic thinking - with my belief in reformation, even the black heads get a polish. Sometimes that seems the only way of staying happy around everyone.
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Saturday, October 29, 2011
The Facebook Song
Stuck at Rohtang Pass in a minitruck for 6 hours, on the return leg to the Hamta Pass Trek, this 4-minute gem made my memory of those hours spent cycling through a thousand Punjabi songs that were on the truck driver's USB drive (attached to his truck stereo).
Ended up with a briefing about the song, as well some insight into the trucker's personal life, his gmail ID, his facebook life, and how his girlfriend who had recently broken up with him deleted him from his facebook and had changed her own password.
Some observations:
- The singer endorses Apple (Mac, iPhone); maybe Apple is subliminally trying to enter Indian market.
- The hot girl owns a Compaq. He will never date her once he knows she uses a Compaq.
- The guy could be a data hacker @ facebook. The girl doesn't pose in any corporate environment.
- The girl cycles through a dozen wardrobe options along the video. The guy changes into just one other shirt, and one suit.
- The girl spends time eating strawberries, applying skinpacks, manicuring, and cooking food (sauted vegetables, if I can guess correctly), besides using the laptop. The guy is only seen drinking coffee, and sharing a benign smile with his lifeless laptop; also dancing alone in a facebook cubicle.
- The guy's fb album (look at 2:39) hint he's a pro photographer.
- The guy's house has better light fixtures. The girl's got a better kitchen.
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Saturday, October 01, 2011
balcony sleep
So many of my posts lately been including some aspect of my sleep. Well, then, this one goes no different. Its weird that the most talk-worthy moments in my urban living are when I'm just a motionless bag, an example of mere respiratory processes, of hibernation, of out-of-consciousness existence. But sleep does become a quest, at times, like yesterday when I had to manage a midnight basecamp shift to my balcony, owing to a really long power outage that not only had me restless and fringe-perspiring in the bed, but got worse when even the inverter backup turned cold after some hours.
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Thursday, December 23, 2010
Your closest friend is yet to arrive
250,000 years back, in the Pleistocene Era, evolution decided to fix the limit to our social relationship capacity - the radius of people and relationships that we could keep a track of. 25 years back, the nuances of genetics further narrowed the same capacity for me. 18 years back, research put these facts public, and their observation on our social dynamics further limited and cleaved the extents of our relationships within those capacities.
So it happens that our neocortex volume determines that capacity, which averages to about 150 for us human primates (mine should be lower, as empirically observed). A mesh of 150. Among these, a narrower - say, 50 - that hang dearly; 20 that stick close; and a mere 5 or 6 that resonate at our exact frequencies and talk our talk, whom we call our closest friends.
Even if we stretch our limits, or you claim to have a larger Neo-cortical region than I do, you could take your active social relationship limit to 250. Beyond that, new relationships are either futile, or end up displacing the existing ones. But even that calculation is weak, as we never know whom we might bump into and find endearing one of these days of our remaining lives, and have the need for inclusion in our nexus. That one person could potentially be your life partner. Or your best friend. Or your idol. Or your second-born's Godfather. Or even your third life partner, if you've divorced twice. Or your fourth, if after your third marriage you realise you really have an affinity to the same sex which is why your earlier commitments failed... you get my point.
Henceforth, how do we even begin to reserve space for our future relationships that would blossom, sans the guilt of pushing another to an inferior level, and also one on the fringes of that 250 limit completely outside? We need a 'Tatkal' quota - where one could just find a seat in our Neo-cortical Garib Rath.
The mention of our railways brings the fact to mind that this is India, where the great Indian art of 'adjust' has had the people cram their social lives with faces and more faces and the warmth of a thousand handshakes that they would never remember. Everybody claims to know every third person in a social setup, which makes their claim all the more dubious, or only hints at how degraded they assume a human social bond to be. More likely that person's just bluffing; their claims would fail on the mere premise of the time budgeting problem involved in maintaining anything like that monstrous social circle - we could be spending up to 42% of our lifetime in mere Social Grooming, which is highly disadvantageous in today's post-tribal societies. Imagine the drudgery when you find it all wasn't worth. "The lesser the merrier" seems to be apt for this age. I don't wonder why I respect my reclusive friends, who maintain a narrow social group - its only an appreciation of their humbling and evolved mean gene strategy. Everything else is petty subsistence.
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