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Replacement for social


Bright sunlight, a set of bamboo chair facing the long never ending garden, a beautiful porcelain cup with steaming coffee on one hand and newspaper on the other. Well this is invariably the storyline for every coffee ad I see on TV. I used to wonder if this is ever true!!!

I have never experienced anything of this sort in my life time. With my boxers, sitting beside the dining table (not beside the window, my already tanned skin might go even darker and I also don’t prefer the dust from the concrete jungle deposited on me) with hot steaming coffee in a stainless steel tumbler which quite literally burns my finger every time I touch it and hot news…not sure if there is hot news but sure the paper was hot with little coffee spilt on it.

It was nothing different this Sunday…from sports page to front page one of the articles in the open page (now don’t give me that naughty look to say of course I have to open a page to read) caught my eye. The title read ‘Come what may, Mera Bharat Mahan’, it was about a good old professor who had gone on a trip to the western world and back in India looked a lot more chirpier. The author finds if it was the western world effect or is it something else. Yes, it was the western world effect which made him realize that the place he lived in had life in it rather than Western world that was artificial and following procedure from the time of a screaming new born until they kick their buckets. No one knows who is next to them, monotonously followed traffic rules, extreme mannerism of Western world but dead opposite with so much of socializing, traffic violation, corruption and what not… in India which is filled with so much life in it. The author stressed on socializing with is part of our culture, well I thought over it as I read the rest of the news and was figuring out what I had to do today. 
 
I am pretty sure ‘Mark Elliot Zuckerberg’ would never have thought of something called facebook if he had to live in India. Indians never missed being social but the western world has already lost the word ‘social’ and hence had to include the word called ‘virtually social’ in their dictionary.

It’s Monday and work time!!!

I overheard a conversation when one of my friend was asked for his facebook ID or a twitter ID

Friend: Facebook, I hardly use it and twitter I don’t have one

The other one: You don’t have one?…you are not all that social?

Well, the friend I mentioned has more than at least a ton well-wishers and at least a ton or two who personally know him…in the same place we are working…all of them loved his company and now he has got a tag called ‘not social’.

I was a little confused and wanted to confirm, I typed ‘social definition’ in google. I tried reading it in all possible online dictionaries but one would define my friend ‘not social

Why are we slowly getting obsessed with the Western world???

Off late…nuclear family and social networking…thinks that we are fast learning from the Western world are the new style statements.

If this trend continues…slowly the word ‘socializing’ will be replaced by ‘virtually socializing’ in the dictionaries of the world and children will learn a new management lesson on how to vanish practices and make it virtual as a new business opportunity.

Don’t be surprised to see a society that pays to uses social networking sites and we will have raving B Schools articles on it, terming it the millennium’s breakthrough idea in the world of business.            

Well the contradiction is I do have a facebook and a twitter ID but not obsessed with it…;)

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