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Face...errr f@#$ off!

Imagine this: Manu comes running into the room.

"Nikita Jaldi kar please!"

N: "Kyu?"

M: " I have to check on my crops?"

N: "Huh"

M: "Get your ass of the chair...I need the PC"

N: [even more puzzled] "Ok"

This was my first introduction to farmville on facebook. Next I hear cows mooing, neighing of horses and what not! Such behaviour by Manu continues for days to come. She is hooked onto farmville. What the fuck is that? Well, Facebook decides to take a step ahead and gives you piece of land for free, albeit, it is in virtual reality.

Interesting I say. Manu asked me to join too. I shrugged it off saying that I barely have time and blah blah but was intrigued. So i take out time and get the application. I have my piece of land. I sow seeds and periodically harvest them. Woah. I make money. Nice. I am hooked in no time. Daily depending upon my very busy schedule [no exaggeration!] I sow seeds so that I might look into them later. This means I keep checking on my farm every now and then!

So I spend the whole day waiting on my crops. Result is I hardly pay attention to my work. Life goes haywire. But I continue. One day I have a brain wave [gack!] and give it all up. I am a new person now. No horsy, cows or chicks! Bas hua. I have a real life and in this life I am a writer and my writing needs more attention.

On the other hand Manu is still playing. This holds true for many of us. In my case, as soon as I am up, I look for my laptop and start off. I constantly want a break and want a vacation. But the reality is that I need a vacation from my laptop. This Sunday I decided to go shopping with my parents. This now is a rare Sunday I take an off. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I did glance through twitter once I came back though.

Twitter is fun. Keeps me entertained and updated along with my friends. Recently I messaged my friend to wish her Happy Bijoya. She called back and asked me whether I knew or not that she had shifted to Delhi. I obviously had no clue. She was like for how long you haven't checked facebook? I was like its been a while [after the farmville episode] and so she added no wonder you have no clue.

Another friend of mine from twitter got talking. He asked me about my love life and me asked him about his. He was like I broke up. I obviously asked why. He said that his girl was on twitter too. My bf is on twitter too but he doesn't tweet much to me. Keeps away. This friend of mine broke up because his girl friend was hooked to twitter and refused to call him. She would rather tweet him than talk or meet up! Poor kid. Lucky my bf is smart and keeps away from me on twitter.

I am not against twitter or any other social media networking site. I am worried about us completely forgoing the real for the virtual. There was time when I met my friends every now and then. But now it is either facebook or twitter or their gtalk status message that gives me an update. Same goes for me.

What are we doing? I am know I am writing in the virtual world while I ask this...We keep blabbering about the reality TV blurring the lines of reality, aren't we letting the virtual world do the same?

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