An ode,

to my online social life.


I joined orkut because of reasons which are not at all on the lines of friends thrusting forward peer pressure in the form of emails which scream to make us join whatever social networking site the mail might be screaming for.


Many many multicolored moons ago, someone created my friend's fake orkut profile, with her real phone number splashed across and her semi-real mostly photoshopped snap where the photoshopper had made her wear a swimsuit.

I joined orkut because I just had to do justice to the voices inside my head which kept on telling me what I should do.

So, much brouhaha aside, me and my friend joined orkut to check out how she was looking in the afore-mentioned photoshopped snap. Such thoughtful friends,we are. Sometimes I think I should be opening up an anti-depressant clinic or something. To help people with their hardships,of course.

When I joined, there were a total of two people in my friendlist and orkut was something like a machine which specialized in instigating boredom and inflating the already existent boredom.I thought of Orkut as a device which could, on-your-face, tell you accurately, exactly how much you lack in life.


Can we have a jump cut?







There you go. Thats the present situation. Well technically thats not the present situation. Thats the situation in KFC on Tuesday, at 3.48 PM approximately.

Anyway, jumping back to where we jumped away from.

From satisfactorily silly emoting-through-emoticon contests to earth-shattering late night scrapbook effing sessions.I've seen it all on orkut.

I joined GMBC
at a time when I did not know what an orkut community is all about. Good that I did not know, because its everything but just another orkut community.

Lets just keep aside the "friendships formed" and all that jazz.
Think awe.
Total gawky-eyed admiration.
Total total gawky-eyed admiration that would be likely to be on your face once you come across some hidden treasure buried deep inside your garden's friendly mango tree.THAT is what I felt, the first time I delved deep into GMBC.

Before this post turns into something that will like totally whack me out strong enough to make me forget what I set out to do in the first place, lets just talk about the people in the pic posted above.
Thought pattern of the people in the picture:

Person in the extreme right~
*Exactly how wide a grin should I put up, so as that my double chin is not prominent? this much, this much, or this much?..I think this much is fine.*

Person in the middle~
*exactly what facial contortion should I try putting up, so as the total unibrowness that is the unique selling proposition of my face is brought forth prominently and beautifully?...err..wait, the pic's already been taken.Damn*

Person in the extreme left~

*......................................................................................................*

I am too scared to even think about what hes thinking,forget putting it up in my blog.

On second thoughts, reading betwixt the dots, :

* I have to look as sarcastic as possible in this pic.More sarcastic than sarcasm itself. Uniball should remember the offline me because of the expression of my face and not because I couldn't open a bleddy ketchup pack, hmmm the sarcasm on my face should be the torch bearer of my offline avtaar..oh shit, I forgot, I have to click the pic*


anyway, so that was our meet which was actually a wannabe GMBC meet, but then it got confused because the meet was necessarily all about educating the Unibrow guy ,who'd unjoined the community a few days back after he got bashed left middle and right , about how GMBC is so bloody great that people actually gossip about the threads and the posters and the non-existent members and the bygone members and the regular members and the once-famous-now-anonymous members and the history of how the owner came into being and the silent lurkers and the noobs and the well..umm...ok.. err...Sigh...I think it was a GMBC meet after all.


Anyhow, by now, I think all my non-GMBC blog readers are either

a] So bored that they're thinking about sticking a toothpick inside their mouth so that it does not close and hence it becomes easier for them to yawn.

b] Are so utterly confused that they're thinking of spamming the comment section.


c] eagerly waiting to read option c] after reading option b].


So, well, my apologies, but if you are feeling like REALLY out of place, heres some trivia:

Had it not been for GMBC, this blog wouldn't have been the way it is.

It would have had only and only jilted-lover-hence-heart-broken-thus-thoroughly-frustrated types poetry and all.


:D