Funny thing about Facebook

The funny thing about Facebook is that I didn't even know that it existed until this February 2010, when I came home from a eight month long voyage and found that suddenly the world has gone apeshit over it.

What irked me the most was that my dad was on Facebook, and all my old schoolmates were already on his friends list.(Daaaaaad!!! wtf???)

Huh?...Whaaa???!!

I was tired of this shit....I thought with me in Orkut for networking and Multiply for friends, I'd never have to join another social networking site in my life.

The last time I checked my Multiply friends were still cool, and gave the most thoughtful interactions they could give to me...it might have seemed that they were slowly getting disenchanted with Multiply, but it was still good times.

But with most people abandoning Orkut en masse , Orkut started resembling a ghost town.

Drat! 

I was presented with a "I don't wanna, but I hafta...join Facebook" scenario.

So Join I did.

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=830177397

(Here I am)

Initially being new, I had a massive inferiority complex when on facebook.My friends already had over 400~500 friends, while I could count mine with my fingers (and eventually fingers and toes)

Friend requests were not easily forthcoming...and people took their time to accept my friend requests.

My insecurity was compounded by the fact that I did not understand Facebook and it's trends...I mean, why do people tag each other in offensive pictures?Why why why?

What's the thing with the wall? So...everyone can see whatever I write on it?

Hey...unlike Orkut, no one can know whose profile you have checked...cool...

So, I was determined to do two things on Facebook.

1)Make a lot more friends than most of my friends.

2)Crack the facebook Code to be more visible (while actively loathing it)

If you notice, I occasionally wrote on facebook too.

I strived to keep the material upbeat and insightful and totally unique from the stuff I posted elsewhere.(The last bit did not happen so easily)

I did make a lot of friends on facebook...It was not a huge number, and definitely not the highest amongst my friends, but a lot nevertheless.

I used every dirty trick on the planet to get more friends.

http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2010-10-18/the-facebook-news-feed-how-it-works-the-10-biggest-secrets/

I even fertilised random farms in farmville and fought against random mafia members in Mafia Wars.

I sent friend requests to any female who looked good(regardless whether it was their real profile pics or not) and some not so pretty females(who I knew would not reject my friend requests), all the time while I strived to post unique links and neverbeforeseen status messages.

My hardwork paid off...in more ways the one.

I made around 700+ friends at one time, including a few (real) celebrities and some really pretty girls.

To my surprise I was not a loser here.

Girls usually came on their own and tried to strike up a conversation.Some of them were really pretty.

One of those pretty girls was

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1556531988

She  confessed that she liked what I posted.

I tried my best to hide my  pre-conceived loser self notion, and presented myself as a chilled out dude who was having a lot of  fun with his life.

It almost backfired.

She thought I was a regular playboy and a heartbreaker with the gift of gab who regularly deflowered innocent virgins.

So then I presented my true self...the shy never been kissed guy that I was...which strangely what had her hooked(apart from my ASOH or Awesome Sense Of Humour)

And you know what...

http://blogs.menshealth.com/girl-next-door/choose-the-best-dating-website-for-you/2010/05/21/

This was true.

And maybe Mark Zuckerberg knew all about it, but didn't give a shit because he was too busy taking a swim in his pool filled with money.

http://gawker.com/5543723/facebook-knows-who-youll-hook-up-with

An epilogue too early:The path of excess leads to wisdom.

After 700+ friends,most of whom I have never seen, let alone met, I found that I had no need to prove myself of Facebook.

I no longer had to have a lot of friends.

I no longer wanted to post stuff that ooh-ed and aah-ed everyone.

I no longer felt obsessed about checking my profile every minute.

The spell had broken.

I've now cut back drastically on facebook time.A cursory glance of the page sometimes...I never click on the inane viral videos, not do I troll on others status messages, nor do I tag friends on stupid pics.

I've deleted most of my Facebook friends whom I've never interacted with...boasting  a lighter friendlist of around 300 friends (soon to be halved).

And I'm finally gonna start writing soon.

(Orkut is known as Borekut amongst friends these days. 

R.I.P Orkut)

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http://thenextweb.com/entrepreneur/2010/10/25/compared-to-you-most-people-seem-dumb/

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Thought so...I always wrote when I was lonely,sad,frustrated...and did I mention lonely?

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I still find this funny...am I a bad person?

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Just asking...do stories like these make you cry?

In 2001, I met a cute girl named Amanda at my high school. She and I were both pretty quiet but became good friends and hung out together often; eventually, she became the kind of childhood friend you'd sit on the sofa with for hours on a Saturday not really doing anything other than eating lots of Gogurts and unconsciously enjoying the purity and innocence of youth. I was friend-zoned early but in all honesty I didn't mind (and only really realize it now). The emotional connection we shared was different than anything I had ever experienced at the time. On a brisk October Tuesday afternoon, she called to tell me she was diagnosed with Leukemia. She was very relaxed about it, without tears or anxiety. I still believe she didn't know what was going on. I tried to comfort her but she didn't want to focus on that when we spent time together. Months passed and she underwent various treatments. The thought of being there for her and supporting her more than her other "friends" made me feel like I had a purpose, a mission, even an empirically quantifiable model of success: her getting over leukemia. She and I would skip classes together to go to her "doctor's appointments" since she "couldn't really drive and needed a driver for safety". We would stop to get milkshakes on the way back to school, and blue razzberry slushies from the gas station on Fridays. I would be lying if I said I didn't grow to love this girl. As she got worse, I was at the hospital every day by her side. Her other "friends" were mysteriously absent. One day I caught myself thinking "If only she can get over this, she and I can go to college together and maybe even get married - really have a true life together." I had fallen for her. Pinned on her was my future, my desires, and my first sense of deep love for someone else.

On Wednesday at 4:54 PM, March 12th, my birthday, Amanda passed away. Sitting quietly and motionless on my empty sofa, I realized she was the only person I had ever truly loved, as much as a naive 18 year old can love anything, yet it was the one thing I never told her. I try not to blame myself for not telling her what all the movies tell me every young girl wants to hear, but at 18, death is such an unamalgamated idea and death mixed with love is a cancer in itself. Now married with a child on the way, I can't help but sit on the sofa holding my wife whom I dearly love, and thinking guiltily to myself "Amanda, I love you."

I'm sure she knew.

Ta dah!!!

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Fascinating read on Dubai...link originally posted by segaman.

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Halloween's close by

Sandcastles on clouds are just as wispy

DO YOU WANT TO IMPROVE an important aspect of your life?

 

Perhaps lose weight, find your perfect partner, obtain your dream job, or simply be happier? Try this simple exercise. …

Close your eyes and imagine the new you. Think how great you would look in those close-fitting designer jeans, dating Brad Pitt or Angelina Jolie, sitting in a luxurious leather chair at the top of the corporate ladder, or sipping a piña colada as the warm waves of the Caribbean gently lap at your feet.

The good news is that this type of exercise has been recommended by some in the self-help industry for years. The bad news is that a large body of research now suggests that such exercises are, at best, ineffective and, at worst, harmful. Although imagining your perfect self may make you feel better, engaging in such mental escapism can also have the unfortunate side effect of leaving you unprepared for the difficulties that crop up on the rocky road to success, thus increasing the chances of your faltering at the first hurdle rather than persisting in the face of failure. Fantasizing about heaven on earth may put a smile on your face, but it is unlikely to help transform your dreams into reality.

Other research suggests that the same goes for many popular techniques that claim to improve your life. Attempting to “think yourself happy” by suppressing negative thoughts can make you obsess on the very thing that makes you unhappy. Group brainstorming can produce fewer and less original ideas than individuals working alone. Punching a pillow and screaming out loud can increase, rather than decrease, your anger and stress levels.

Then there is the infamous “Yale Goal Study.” According to some writers, in 1953 a team of researchers interviewed Yale’s graduating seniors, asking them whether they had written down the specific goals that they wanted to achieve in life. Twenty years later the researchers tracked down the same cohort and found that the 3 percent of people who had specific goals all those years before had accumulated more personal wealth than the other 97 percent of their classmates combined. It is a great story, frequently cited in self-help books and seminars to illustrate the power of goal setting. There is just one small problem—as far as anyone can tell, the experiment never actually took place. In 2007 writer Lawrence Tabak, from the magazine Fast Company, attempted to track down the study, contacting several writers who had cited it, the secretary of the Yale Class of 1953, and other researchers who had tried to discover whether the study had actually happened.1 No one could produce any evidence that it had ever been conducted, causing Tabak to conclude that it was almost certainly nothing more than an urban myth. For years, self-help gurus had been happy to describe a study without checking their facts.

Both the public and the business world have bought into modern-day mind myths for years and, in so doing, may have significantly decreased the likelihood of achieving their aims and ambitions. Worse still, such failure often encourages people to believe that they cannot control their lives. This is especially unfortunate, as even the smallest loss of perceived control can have a dramatic effect on people’s confidence, happiness, and life span. In one classic study conducted by Ellen Langer at Harvard University, half of the residents in a nursing home were given a houseplant and asked to look after it, while the other residents were given an identical plant but told that the staff would take responsibility for it.2 Six months later, the residents who had been robbed of even this small amount of control over their lives were significantly less happy, healthy, and active than the others. Even more distressing, 30 percent of the residents who had not looked after their plant had died, compared to 15 percent of those who had been allowed to exercise such control. Similar results have been found in many areas, including education, career, health, relationships, and dieting. The message is clear—those who do not feel in control of their lives are less successful, and less psychologically and physically healthy, than those who do feel in control.

-Richard Wiseman, (59 seconds, Think a Little, Change a Lot)

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http://www.slate.com/id/2223013/pagenum/all/#p2
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