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Media mania is the fashion of the day ,everyone wants their piece of limelight and exposure towards media. From a person who buys a new Smartphone to the person who has a social media account, its media that gives them immense pleasure while they kill time and even makes them feel acquiring certain status even in the internet world. In the real world people assert others by way of economical conditions and material luxuries ,here in the online kingdom a person is judged by his attributes that he emulates via the internet medium ,the amount of buzz she or he creates with these modern tools of the web(Twitter,Facebook),Although some of them may be popular in the real life and that reflects in their online indulgence but for others its sheer online power they exhibit to their audience through whichever web technology they wield. They might be socially interactive, intelligent individuals depicting their marvel in the social medium or pure extroverts only in the Online world(Like me),Whatever, everyone has their place if they have an access to the internet. Among all the stuffs that the world wide web has to offer social media is the most sought one and the most attractive one, majorly to the young generation who are exposed to it ,even at a very young age.(Internet Prodigies or problem).Everyone is armed with an Smartphone with multimedia features that has abundant access to internet and social media (some of them have built in apps).These Social media had even played centre stage in recent uprisings and revolution in the Arab nation(U.s.a has no influence), major reason for crowd pulling as well as a weapon for exposing ground realities up to date. Some of them acted as a real game changer in the political scenario and some of them fell short as deterrents to their user.
People want to share their experience, organisation are looking to market themselves to their target audience, Government wants to curb freelancers, nah government also wants to reach far-flung areas to promote their causes and issues, there are celebrities ,key intellectuals, Online print media, politicos and other various international organizations makeup today s internet social media. Everything revolve s around them and depicts the order of the day. The social media is a actually a boon to the present internet generation(I belong to the Orkut era ).Well What you know? it also has its darker-side which is not pretty enough(uglier than USA s Gun Laws).
The Social media Baby of Mark Zuckerberg,well from a Mash up site to a site capturing the imagination of internet youth all over the world , well I don’t want to put up stats to prove it ,you know it ! Besides we are all part of it ,whoever is not I Envy your privacy that allows you untracked life in this modern world! The face book interface allows all multimedia contents to be shared with ease.
This prompts the users to share videos, photos and status updates in their day to day routine(part of their real life),people just can’t avoid it ,they have these urge to engage in face book. In this frenzy they kind of loose out their normal life which might be actually socializing as usual in real-time with family and friends (FNF in abroad are ok).They embedded these in their day to day activities as exercising, gardening, cooking or breather their home (Some of these activities might have diminished or they might find it uninteresting).
Well, I don’t do drugs ,Worst I do face book every day every week and every silly hours of my precious real life I invest in these virtual world that I am addicted. Most of them don’t seem to notice their behavioral changes as well as their recent health issues, directly proportional to the usage of Social Media. (Back problems, eye soreness, obesity and ortho problems).Long hours of burning Internet MBs don’t help burning calories around your hip or waistline decrease.
People are outraged that the government is curbing with anti social media laws and adding barriers to internet freedom, what they fail to understand is that they are voluntarily giving up their privacy without thorough knowledge about the idea behind Face book, which has more information than your parents about you (not higher than Google),coz you present your most private scenarios of your life in the internet world. They track your usual places that you visit or visited(Remember the Location option that you give),they have visual identification of yourself from every possible angle that your friend might have captured you smiling for her or his Smartphone(They have your contact list) and uploaded it as mobile photographs. Apart from that you clearly give up your like s and dislikes via status updates ,Like and Share buttons and even apps that you access collect your personal information(Farmland might be reaping big time with your information than crops that you grow online),most importantly these are third party applications created by individuals (your info is even out of FB).
Now what? the number of pages you like ,the kind of shares or the specific likes that you prefer or comments that give is analyzed on a daily basis by the moderators of these pages(I’m one among them).Some of the more premium pages lure you with ads and topics related with their business! Face book actually runs on ad revenues and you build upon that to give more profits to ZuckerBerg.(22 US $ a Share).Who cares ,I like and share my favourite pictures of myself and others for want of killing some time in a daily basis. At the end of the day we end up in some tracking Orgs Database, Third party guys who reap ad money s out of us and ultimately Face book which gets our Data for free and entirely legal manner and sells them to big corporate for huge profits (Imagine a Big chunk of Data analyzed about people all over the world),big advantage to market forecasting to MNCs banking via internet and social media!

Social Media doesn’t reward you.

Next time you login out there ,simply tell your friends that you like chocolate cookies with vanilla ice-cream(make sure MZ doesn’t eat his Desserts out of you) Remember even if  you Deactivate your account permanently Face book can retrieve your data from their huge Database servers across continents.
The name suggest s as short as sound of a little birdman short haiku and a limited Soliloquy. With 114 characters tweeples rule the world with their fingertips and typing speed. The whole idea behind this is creating views and endorsing views in an interactive atmosphere inside the environment. Its more specific and not wavers as Face book which largely deviates and consumes a lot of memory for various multimedia content. It caters to users both in tailor-made feeds as well as sensitive feeds(which actually allows you to view the dark side),If your evil enough already you will be indulging in only darker personalities like you. If you are not(like me :D)Ying Yang person you might see flip flop opinions that might naturally come to you or you might end up with them. The hash tags depict the order of the day(tweeples create all kinds of Hash)They might vary according to regions and your preference.
Indian perspective
From the recent uproar against the government to the violence against women has been the most prominent discussions in this micro-blog.
The right winger s openly abuse people and harass openly even in social media(imagine when  you meet these guys in real life),they come in all forms Lawyers ,TV-Anchors who question the government as though they are supreme enough and pure as angels, Most irritants are those who have large followers but still misuse their popularity with tweeples by abusing people who don’t endorse their views(Some of them highly esteemed professors and educated individuals)They actually mingle their political views with whatever hash tags that might be trending that day to reap more traffic or endorsements from naive followers!
Some of them are Online print media Editors who talk all the rubbish they write in their magazine in the social media also! Mostly western journalist s don’t indulge in bickering or quarreling over their inefficiencies pointed out here in the twitter medium but Indian journalist s pick up one or two issues here and there to keep their vested interests alive and their Channels TRP !
The politicians ,TV Anchors and other intellectuals make it a point that they only respond to questions which shows them in good light ,if someone asks a righteous questions or a neutral question they just ignore or turn the heat on us saying End of Conversation ! (Hello?)

Freedom of expression 

The so called freedom of expression is only used to abuse and to write foul mouthed words to satisfy their individual lust towards hurting someone mentally. The rest of them tweet about cricket fiasco s and bollywood reviews mixed with good old sarcasm which might sometimes a humiliate a leader of the nation or a celebrity or an specific individual!
There are political parties creating rumors on both sides (ruling as well as opposition parties).There are some who offer ground realities from their region, but mostly it depicts the average Indian Scenario (Forget the Northeast, South and the far North)Mostly it is an reflection of the upper riparian State mindset and none for the rest of them as they don’t exist in the social world as well as the real world according to them! Highly hegemonic and supports outright chauvinism!

Pro s of  Social Media

  1. The ability to transfer an information right from the streets (via mobile connectivity)
  2.  Blood banks and other charity related works
  3.  International welfare organizations awareness programs and other domestic government initiatives
  4. Information regarding natural disasters
  5. Twitter goes directly to the topic rather than circumventing the issue
  6.  Interface to get a picture of National internet mood as well as world mood (their perspective)
  8. §  provides direct medium with world leaders and national leaders (you can sometimes question these persons on a issue)

 End of Part 2 Media Machismo…

We : The Girl Snatcher’s ?

We wake up to the sound of fighting women down our streets. Usually if we snoozed the alarm or miss the morning buzz of the birds ,this is the only way to wake us up, good old quarrel and rivalry for a pot of water in the public drinking water facility in each streets in the locality(usual stuff in Southern India),unfortunate enough it happened to be right in front of our rented premises. We don’t use public facility for water hence we don’t do street fighting for the sake of water with fellow citizens. We were the only group of bachelors in the residential area in there, hence we can’t literally get every benefits of a regular family. We sort of like skip everything between our college timings and the occasional visits to food chains for our day to day needs. Apart from this we don’t get to mingle with the friendly society down below(we live upstairs).Plus no one cares who we are or what we do (typical metro approach).But there are certain aspects that really makes our neighbor really care for us (in the negative sense),we are looked as crooks ,thief’s and other type of anti-social elements (something’s wrong in their perspective).We never realize from where they get these really weird ideas about us! We actually have to cover nearly 20-30 kms daily for reaching our college by bus ,we can’t engage ourselves in anything apart from some assignments or some minimal study. Food breaks and some entertainment takes away the rest of the time. Besides we bunch of five occasionally head up to the terrace for a breezy walk or have a chat apart from other things. As mentioned earlier the problems starts with the neighbours view point and their perception towards us even in general context. As everyone residing are family (No matter what we are also part of family in a different city) with their kids. Youths are generally viewed as irresponsible human beings with no real liking to problem free environment, They are boozers and smokers who might corrupt the peaceful residential area, damagers of properties, a real pain to control and vicious enough to elope with their grown up daughters. Apart from the other really messy views ,the last one strikes a chord everyone s mind and their action in our street in unison as one or the other had a grown-up college going girls as their daughter(our mistake to reside here?).Not really .But their actions sometimes or most of the times makes us kind of guilty enough for some unknown crime that we have seldom done or even thought about of doing it. But the story goes on from the occasional talks while we walk the street s or stay in the terrace for a chat, When our neighbor pops out of Nowhere and reminds us that this is a residential area and there are family living around here and “You are all ruining it with your loud talk and laughs” Didn’t he know this when he beat his teenage daughter or quarreled with his wife in a drunken state, Oh yes everyone can hear the neighborhood brawl it aint sound proof and fool proofed enough to create sound barriers because its way ahead of their walls and it’s called Women harassment. But this goes one on every month and this guy comes again as a saviour of social justice with the same warning message to us. Thats not the end of the story ,there s another family who thought we might kidnap their daughter someday or the other, they kind of shut their windows or give that  “Oh yes I know you” look and pull their daughter in.(how can you not walk or live in the neighborhood)without even any looks about who walk s the street or who talks (act blind concept).There s another friendly neighborhood women who advices everyone to marry off their daughter s ASAP coz of the threat levels from us ,she gives friendly speech and peppy advice s to their parents on this vulnerable topic but doesn’t care much about the actual real thing issue s like their leaking drainage system pooling the whole street ,creating a very friendly swamp zone in the neighborhood. Once in a month this emerges and there is nothing like turf wars among the neighbours ,forgot the peaceful neighborhood s and lot of women and children in the locality ,everyone joins the zone with the high decibel quarrels. We the framed girl snatchers of the street never have cursed a child or harassed them mentally nor eloped with somebody s daughter(beaten them on suspicion) or created any drunken brawl over any women, But the so called peaceful neighborhood had one of the above as their day to day ingredient in their life. Please change your opinion towards bachelors and their lifestyle, because those negative s things that you expect out of us are not an exclusive trait that we alone carry-forward to every residential area but remember that you are all married to a former  bachelor who might be still holding one of those traits that you fear among us ,like your sons and daughter s we are also some families hope and future bread winners !

Note : As told be by Sasikumar : pondatti melayum ponnu melayum nambikka illathavan thaanda bachelors a paarthu baaypaduvaan (Only a man without faith on his wife and daughter fears about a bachelor) 

The Atheist and the Flag Pole

There I was standing in the scorching sun with both my hands tied to the pole ,not any other pole it was the flag pole. I thought I am gonna be hoisted like a flag in the pole along with my friends whom I don’t remember by their name or their faces now! I still don’t remember what was my mistake ,but I was there waiting for the firing squad to bash me along with my co-conspirators. I can’t believe even now ,how I ended up with the pole. Maybe that made me patriotic towards my nation even more! Believe it or not this  happened to me some two decades back when I still don’t know how to talk or write any language in the lower kinder garden at school. I felt like a goat every time I when to school during that time of my life. My parents or my teachers were unable to teach me anything at all ,not their mistake my bad listening skills that I had at that time and my perception towards learning differed with others. I thought everything was drawing and sounds for me not as words or speech coz I valued them equally .no difference I thought. My mother couldn’t make me learn my mother tongue and beyond that I was a born natural leftie at that time, so my writing capacity was very slow ,actually I drew every letter day by day but still I never grasped the idea about speaking. I went to school when I was nearly three years old not a big deal in India. But it was my choice ,I wanted to go to school because every other kids near my home were going ,I had the urge to check what was school like. But soon after getting into the school there was no like or enthusiasm for me. After few months into school I was still at where I’ve started no change or any learning happened for me. Only change I was made to write my letters in the right hand while I stilled played cricket in left hand. Nothing turned out ,within months I was put in a different school. This time on I really hated going to school not cause I couldn’t learn anything or speak anything but because the way the school teachers reasoned out with my mistakes by canes and corporal punishments. Because I couldn’t find a difference between a mirror letters and proper words ,and the realization of “god”. No teacher or god saved me from this tyranny of getting beaten. I don’t even know who god was .or what he was like ,for me I believed what I saw and those who lived along with me nothing else mattered to me. Even now. Looking back there now I wonder is it right for the teachers to trash a kid like that because he couldn’t understand the art of writing in left hand or right hand, he couldn’t differentiate between mirror letter alphabets and proper alphabets and ultimately he didn’t respect god an entity he doesn’t know or identify in that open county where he lived. For me temples were buildings with some drawings and architectural advancements in that rude past and the ticking present now! Because I never prayed to anyone or anything in my life even in distress. I can laugh out loud now about that incident and what made the god believing teachers to tie me up with ropes to the flag pole that sunny afternoon after lunch hours. There I was shouting the famous Hindu chanting you can still hear it now “saamiye aiyappa” not in any temple nearby but in my school toilet along with my two partners in crime, chanting and rising my arm ,circumventing the toilet the way they do in the temple. That was enough for the orthodox school authorities to embrace me with flag pole.Arunprakash LKG anti religious little tyrant they would have thought.Because i dont speak anything,i just stood there  gazing the afternoon sky what was my mistake,why i am i given this flag pole privilage!Here i am after all that cursing the communal environment in this country.Happy that i dont take any decision or weigh people on the basis of their identity in the society.Please dont try to paint your hatred and religious sentiments on kids.With the little ingredient s of do s and donts in their life ,let them be what they are…JUST HUMANS

The little Girl in the balcony

I happened to live in one of the metro s of the country for nearly 2 years lurking around completing my business administration course. I was no stranger to Chennai but somehow I felt strange! Everything has a new beginning and new ends, similarly I finished my higher education and it was time move to on to the next level ,yeah! the job market ! most of my class-friends have done it leaving a few in the class including myself. Wait a minute this is not about my job search or how I toiled  over  interviews and ruined myself preparing for it coz nothing happened like that ! I am that soul of the class which seldom grabbed any given job opportunities nor attempted any interviews! And I don’t regret it a bit for my decision ! I just wanted to be a “Master of administration” not “Master of Business administration”. BLAH BLAH BLAH… yeah I decided to pursue my place in the Indian civil service ,so I joined a decent training centre in the city so moved places one of the posh localities of the city A.K.A “Anna Nagar” one of the buzzing locality of the city with lot a of high end consumer interests and improved settlements! I lived in the 12th main road. The whole locality was filled with enemies I tell you ,they were playing with my mind (fellow civil service aspirants),where ever you go inside the 12th main you might meet wannabe civil service guy or gal ,I’m one of them! Believe me  during the rough 3 months I stayed there ,I studied ….yeah they finally screwed me .doing 5 chapters a day in various subjects ! I happened to be a tenant of a old house – 3rd floor ! By this time most of my buddies were working faraway places or outta town jobs so it was hard meeting anyone ! The place was filled with the mixture of apartments, single homes and dorms for students. It had well laid wide roads comfortable for the abundant traffic in the area! for me every day was a challenge coz I have to study everyday and make up for the test properly. soon I got used to this updating myself about the country whatever it might be ! Everything but the house , it was a home build to bake people inside as it had low ventilation and hardly any air available for comfort and with Power cuts “I became literally HOT!”every time inside the house ! So during the evening hours I spent my time in the terrace reading my day to day subjects .Surrounded by Coconut trees  and mango trees the evening time was like oasis without the hot sun ! I spend my break time watching parrots ,crows ,Grey sparrows and squirrels playing along the tree nearby and flying for their place when the sun sunsets. Apart from these temporary changes in the sky and the trees  ,there was something I get to watch every day! The little girl in the balcony. she lived in one of the apartment building near my home. The thoroughly welded grilled balcony appears like a cage from the distant view! She might be barely 5 or 6 years old I think! Though I do not know her! But I know where she might be in a given day ,The balcony. The little girl s favourite past time is colouring books ,she might spend the whole day or half of the day doing something in the balcony. The other day she might be playing with her grandparents. Reading books to her parents or she might be sitting along with her father. Whatever might be her pastime starts and ends in the balcony. I’ve never seen her playing in the compounds of the apartments or the outside with the neighbouring kids outside the apartment. Though there are kids near my home playing in the evening hours after school! There used to be times when kids flock like birds after school playing something that might deviate them from the pressure s of school. There s nothing wrong about her spending quality time with her family inside the home, the thing is how along will they keep their child indoors. For me she reminds me of tweety bird inside a cage although she is happy inside, but there s a silent want of getting outside the balcony when she looks down the balcony at kids playing in her neighbourhood street. Still the little girl in the balcony stays in the balcony and tries to live there her very own playground. I don’t blame her for her situation. People just don’t feel safe anymore nowwa days and the same goes for their kids, their parents try to protect them through every possible way they can do and in the process even isolate their moment in day to day life. Today s Indian metro bring in the perfect  place for a comfortable living, health care facilities, platform for quality education and apt job opportunities. This also brings in the best negative atmosphere elements like robbery ,theft,murder,extortion,kidnappings and kangaroo courts along these lines. These advantages have become attractive for these anti-social elements. The most vulnerable among the society is women and children, among them the children are the most affected due to crimes like child labour, sexual-harassment, human trafficking, forced begging, physical as well as mental harm and kidnapping! It is these nefarious modus operands in the metro s harm the future of kid ,leave alone the little girl in the balcony. These ugly reasons urge the parents to avoid contacts with the society which adds on the with general attitude of distrust among the neighbours. People just don’t trust other people anymore.Social stigma has widened like canyons and continents in these part of the world. Everybody just live their very own island and just don’t give a damn to others. Coz they suspect you ,blame you for their fears and hate you for breaching their privacy, all they need is a nice opaque life. By failing to identify the real threat from the phony threat, they are denying the freedom of their child at an very young-age and fail to keep an eye on the real anti-social elements by avoiding neighbours and the social life in their locality. They are actually trying to emulate a life in a shell  ,which makes them more uneducated about their society they live and they loose an valuable opportunity to refine this society. Meanwhile, after a three month stint I returned to my native place due homesickness and real sickness here I am wondering in my home out there in the “Balcony” about the little girl that whether she had a new colouring book or a wild colourful life out there with the other kids…
Note:In the last three years more than 55,000 children are missing and currently 4.5 crore are into child lab-our in this country !

Social Apron

There s nothing worse in this world than a mute spectator to other man s distress
I was really shocked at the intensity of pain the other man experienced, it reminded me of the bloody scenes that I’ve avoided to comply with even while watching a movie, the impression of blood just makes things worse!
The victim I am talking about is the new plumber who has been roped in by my father for all the plumbing issues in the house! The plumber and his co-worker were taking out issue s one by one in an orderly manner, things went quite smooth as expected, and I was rejoiced finally I can have a proper bath or so. The Accident happened in the second day of their work in our home, which was their final day for work! Everything concerning with water issues and the pipelines were mended and back in place as good as new I may wonder!!! The final hurdle :the work under washing sink , it was one drooping problem even from the construction part of our home, yes some worst history with the Washing Sink :d ,,,that apart ,they were trying to cut the wood under it with a cutting machine with a brand New Blade ,ready for that kind of issues, The wood was so hard that ,it  jumped at its brittleness out of the plumber s hand ,as he was under the sink, he couldn’t fasten himself from there, before he could get out or control the cutting machine ,the new Blades ripped his upper palm and further it bounced to take a cut on his forehead ! it all happened in a matter of second even before I could switch off the power supply to the machine, it has done its core damage to the man!!! he came out all bleeding in his palm and forehead which was so intense and deep, fortunately he had the strength to walk while he lost a lot of blood, in this melee we wrapped his forehead with a cloth and some ice and I was ready to take him on my bike to the hospital, but he couldn’t sit properly holding his forehead on one hand. So we decided to call an auto, the co-worker immediately pulled an auto-rickshaw near our home. What happened next made me more temperamental and angry as the Auto Driver won’t Budge to come near house to pick up the injured man , refusing on the grounds that the road was not okay ,,,he never listened to our pleas nor was he willing to make a move quickly to take an injured passenger quickly as the injured person was bleeding badly ,he was behaving as though we were bargaining auto fares at that moment , in the end the Plumber walked down the road to take the auto ,the purpose of a quick way to transfer someone injured is lost in the 1st place !!!
Even after all this, the auto driver shows no mercy or remorse for his stupid actions, and utter s those silly words from his infantile mouth, “PLEASE DONT BLOOD STAIN THE SEAT” That’s it!!!   I could have started a quarrel with the driver hadn’t been for the co-worker gesturing to leave it, the need of the hour is to reach the hospital. Later on the plumber was admitted to the hospital, he had quite a few stitches on his forehead and on his palm and declared safe by the doctor!!! I was relieved at his safety of health! But certainly not the with thought of the irresponsible Auto-Driver and his inhumane service that he rendered to his passengers!!!  When I came home, there was no blood stains, my brother had cleaned the floor it seems!!! I went back to my room wondering who s gonna clean all those Unmerciful “STAINS” of Self Centric People who don’t care about an inch about other souls!!! The Cursor in my screen is blinking as if I’ve asked the question to it; even I am blinking with no answers…

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