There is the real world and there is this Facebook world – or shall we call it the virtual world? Where people reveal a bit of their soul and double up their efforts to hide the rest. Where people bond and where people drift. Where love happens and hatred comes bounding out! Dichotomy at its best, you say? Yes, it is my Facebook world.
Profile pictures, cover photos, status updates – everything screams “that’s ME” – an urge to make the world sit up and take notice of us, of what we are – or rather, what we want to project? Sometimes they are music to the soul, as they reveal the raw, unkempt self – may be the wrap just got blown away! And sometimes it is plain noise – cacophony of opinions and counter opinions. Dichotomy at its best, you say? Yes, it is my Facebook world.
There are cursory likes, prim and proper comments and a compelling urge to appear 'different' – because let’s face it, off-beat is what secures attention, right? For some, Vero Moda tops make the 'difference', for others, it is the Akira Kurosawa stuff. And then that one moment, when you just don’t feel like putting up an act anymore and don’t care if the world gets to know the real you – the one who would rather have ‘phulko luchi’ than that Italian dish that claimed so much importance in your last status update! The world gets a peep into your real self and is intrigued – which is the real you? The one who lives on Bollywood junk or the one who swears by Bergman and Tarantino? Dichotomy at its best, you say? Yes, it is my Facebook world.
And then there are times when you are all alone. And a ping. And you are happy. Or you revert to your snobbish self and make polite but pointedly indifferent conversation. Whichever way, it is you and you – yes, there are two – one you project and one you hide, one that sometimes wrenches free of your grip and makes a rare appearance, only to be kicked and shoved inside. Dichotomy at its best, you say? Yes, it is my Facebook world.
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