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Inter Webitis

Facebook Addiction
 There’s a new disease in town. It’s been around for a while, slowly sneaking up on us.
 
Starting out a mere addiction, (yes, we said MERE addiction), it’s a full-fledged fever, it rules our minds, except for those lucky enough to have escaped (read-those with lives).
 
We call it Interwebitis! No, we don’t. But it sounds more dramatic if it has a name. This deadly disease will take over your life if you are not careful. It starts out with trying to find information on anything in the world, read, watch, listen to anything-- oh the power! The exhilaration! Slowly, your nerves become one with the threads of the network, seamlessly intertwined with them, when you are online, you feel connected to the world, and life is beautiful. When you’re not, you’re alone, the world is cold, and nothing matters anymore.

A special mention for Facebook here, for nothing since that fateful February in 2004 has revolutionized the world we live in as  monumentally as this networking giant that swallowed us whole, stole our souls and locked them up in tiles of blue and white, while we  were busy chatting and poking and tossing sheep at each other.
 
internet addictionAddiction is a grand word with many implications. The simplest one is of excessive love. And what’s not to love about a place where the world is one big happy expressive family, where social status and clique walls dissolve over games of Scrabulous and local gossip is a page away?
 
Facebook attempts to transfer our lives online-and that’s where the problem begins.
Warning flags however pop up as often as notifications nowadays. We discover amidst our brethren, many a closet Facebook lover, as they confess to having multiple tabs of their favourite website open all day at work, while on the bed and hold your collective breaths-at the dinner table!
 
The lure of complete social connectivity appears to be one that users would seemingly give their right hand for-and mark me you will (You might get Carpal’s or something, all that clicking, something’s gotta give!!!) it starts to look very real when you realize that Facebook addiction disorder or F.A.D is a term that’s casually thrown around cyberspace, punch line of jokes aplenty, beating Tiger Woods or even The Boy Who Lived.
 
We know that Facebook events and communities have united and rekindled many interests, revived lost friendships and helped popularize social outreach programs. Maybe the only way to live it online is to live it large, or maybe not. It’s down to your choice really.
 
Coming back to the pressing concerns of Interwebitis as a whole, while this disease is not contagious at all, it is very possible to spontaneously catch it.
Do you have it? Here is the list of symptoms -
 
1. You cannot go 20 min without checking your email. That sweet ting of the ‘You Got Mail’ sound makes you jump up to go and check.
 
2. Facebook comprises of pretty much your entire social life. You spend hours on crappy Facebook chat even though it is crappy. Redundant, we know, but Facebook chat really is crappy. Even more dangerous, you’re already active on Google+.
 
3. You don’t read books anymore, you read ‘fan fiction’ on the internet. You’ve almost forgotten what the original story was like.
 
4. You maintain a blog to chronicle your witticisms, which consist mostly of commentary on things you found on the...yep, internet.
 
5. You listen to music only on Pandora or YouTube or another one of those music-streaming websites. You’re also familiar with the latest .viral videos. You probably heard of Rebecca Black in the first week she got infamous.
 
6. You only watch movies downloaded via torrents or on some extremely sketchy website on the internet.
 
7. Your parents complain that you don’t go out enough and you just can’t understand why.
 
8. If you have any time left over after going through your emails, Facebook, videos and listening to some music, you play some competitive/violent/both game over the internet with some strangers from around the world while cussing loudly in excitement.
 
9. If you’re a boy, we know what else you do and we’re frowning at you.
 
10. If the internet connection is down, you feel like curling up into a ball in the corner of your room and rocking back and forth while babbling some incoherent nonsense to keep yourself distracted and calm so you don’t break something.
 
Did any of this sound familiar? If it did, be careful, you may be infected.

This is only a short list. There are more horrors such as ‘Second Life’ out there.

It’s too late for us, but save yourselves! Go outdoors more, challenge yourself to a day without Internet. The first step is admitting you have a problem. And that Facebook chat is crappy. A wise and powerful man in tights once said, “With great power comes great responsibility.” What he really meant was, “Get off your ass and go outside and do something!”

This public service message brought to you by Two Concerned Citizens.


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Rachina Ahuja
Writing about myself is an annoying task because I’m never the same. I like change, I’m used to it, but when I go to my favorite restaurant, I’ll always order the same thing. Why take a risk? My ideal occupation would be Captain of a pirate ship with a pet orangutan but I’ll settle for making animated movies.


Part Duex



How many of us have actually lived a life devoid of regret? We always hanker after a second chance, a second innings, if you will, where we will play bigger and better.

What’s fishy is that even though we all have this hunger for redemption within us, we’re not very keen on granting others second chances.

Before you Freudians dissect this theory and declare it to be a vote against capital punishment, let me assure you that I am a simple twenty year old whose range of thought does not extend beyond my family, my friends, my home and my college; and yet, within this tiny world I live in, I see so many closed doors in place of welcoming thresholds.

We’re quick to judge and slow to forgive.

I think part of this deep rooted desire to divide the world into black and white comes from watching the infamous and typically Indian telly serials-no kidding, the saas bahu serials, where the heroine is always modestly dressed in pastel colors, and the evil mistress always wears shimmery eye shadow and bindis of gargantuan proportions (even to bed). Like my friend V says-”If it’s bad, it’s all bad.” 

What I’m trying to say is that we have been conditioned to judge people by their appearances, their first lapses, or something as trivial as their choice of entertainment or their favorite color. Ok, scratch that last.

Oh, and woe betide someone who’s in the Bad book.

Even if he proved be a heartwarmingly generous fuzz ball later, he’d always be “the shark that didn’t pay for all of us when we drunk ourselves silly on HIS birthday at the bar.Imagine.HIS birthday. Tsk. Tsk.)

While part of my rant maybe directed at what my friends deem a “craven” taste in music- (because I’d pick Buble over Black Sabbath any day of the week and twice on Sunday.), this is about so much more than social isolation and clique wars. This is about creating an atmosphere so vile that it cripples an individual’s ability to be himself.

Spare us the trouble of waiting to see if you can emerge like a phoenix from the ashes, we’d rather just sweep the remains and prepare for next Sunday’s barbecue.

A second chance is something you should campaign for if any of these things have happened to you
- Lost a loved one over an argument
-Fallen out with friends because of one misunderstanding
-Been kicked out of a team because of one match you fouled up
-Earned a bad name because of that one thing you said
-Been put down, and unfairly so, because of that one stand you took
- Been asked to go home even before the show began
Chances are,all of these things have happened to you.
Second chances!
For sequels are almost always good*.
*The almost in the above sentence was inspired by a particularly melancholic afternoon spent trying to watch Superman IV.

Ps-I’d almost decided to write an entry on why people always insist on hanging out at food joints, for this month’s theme of Straight From the Gut. 
Why must one always end a  fun day out or a group outing, with a completely unnecessary sojourn to a coffee shop or a la dee dah lounge/bakery/local chaat wala’s ?
I didn’t think the Editor would run it though.

Cheerio!

Hello Stranger!

By Vidya Ramamoorthy

Hello stranger.
What a beautiful day.
Yes,I do go here.
Well,it’s nice to meet you too.
Oh. Pleasure. 

Hello there! We meet again.
Nothing much really. Just a bit of trouble. The usual. Whatever.
Why,thank you!
No,there’s really no need.
Oh,well if you insist.:)

Hello! How’ve you been?
Sure sounds like a good weekend.
Wow!
Well maybe we can go together.
No,I don’t like pink at all. I like blue.

Hello. Ooh you’ve got me something.
And it’s pink. :/
:/
: |
: )
: ) )
: D
:D :D :D

Hey! Wait up for me.
Missed you too.
No,I’d like that,actually.
At seven then?

Hello,and thank you.
That was lovely.
Oh! Let’s get us some banana milkshakes.
Well they’re my favorite too.
Oh no,you did not.
You did?
Haha,well it sure was worth it : )

Hey,I saved you a seat.
Well,I can come with you ,if you like.
No I’m not scared of walking back alone.
But you can come with me too. Not that I want you to (but I do).

Hello! Yes,I did call you last night.
That’s strange.
No,go ahead.
No hard feelings. Really.

Hello.
Long time,no see.
I beg your pardon?
Did you really just say that?
That’s not true.
I can’t believe you would hold that against me.
Fine, then.
I saved you some banana milkshake but I’m guessing you want to pass.
...well,I was always a good guesser.

Hello.
………
………
……..
Well,bye then. I’ve got to go to…..
Oh yeah,you’ve got to go too,to that….
Cya.

“Hel…um”.
That was harder than I thought it would be.
I can’t believe this is it.
Hello,stranger.

The New Year Detox



No, this isn’t something I read in the latest issue of Femina. It’s just a small DIY project I thought I’d share with you in time for the onset of the big two oh one one.
The merriment of Christmas and New Years’ Eve is now behind you. Pictures of the  various parties you attended  have been stored, shared and liked online for the whole world and its cousin to see, and the countless chocolates you received have been tucked safely away in the fridge (to be secretly called upon the day you begin your diet).
The bonhomie that manifests itself around this season tends to give way to a bit of soul searching. Every New Year is a chance for us to redeem ourselves, wipe the slate clean, and make a fresh start.
The New Year detox is your friend.
Task #1: Erase.
Stop living in the past. Let bygones be bygones and don’t hold on to past grudges because the only thing they bring you is an excess of emotional baggage.
Travel light.
Task #2: Be your own Simon.
I remember reading somewhere about how “We all like Paula on American Idol. If you didn’t sing that well, she’d tell you what a fantastic stage presence you have and that you could always score next week.”
We’re all like that sometimes. We are quick to overlook our own mistakes and gratify ourselves with lots of tiny little ego boosts. Sometimes these gestures get in the way of actual character development.
Be a good critic - admit you have flaws - out loud. That done, do everything in your power to work on them.
Task #3: Make a Bucket List.
Dream, and dream big. How often have we read that the only ones who actually change the world are the ones that are crazy enough to think that they can?
If you’ve always wanted to:
Spend a whole day walking on a nature trail on your own (or)
Write a novel (or)
Sing in front of a really large crowd (or)
* insert crazy wish here *…
Do it this year. And maybe this month even, if you’re sure you can pull it off.
The bottom line is –You’ve waited long enough. Just do it.
Task # 4: Stay you.
People change on the inside with every new experience and every new conversation. While you’re out meeting people and being fabulous, remember to put your ideals and beliefs first.
Changing yourself and the way you live is like putting me in a “Control the Caffeine” support group and having me drink herbal tea or something - it just does not work.

These are just a few ideas I came up with. Hopefully it’ll help get the dust off of a weary mind, and make room for a lot of fresh enthusiasm.
Cheers, and have a good year!
PS: When in doubt, listen to John Denver. It almost always helps.
Save Lady Gaga for the workouts.
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Vidya. 19. Taurean. Dreamer by day and even more of a dreamer by night. Her BFFs are roller coasters, brownies, books and an unhealthy obsession with Tom Felton. Her pet peeves are people who match their nail polish with their outfit every goddamn day and people who believe that ‘lolzzz’ is a word.

Envy


ENVY

People turn purple with rage, red with shame, and green with envy at least once a day, and more than a handful of times a week. It’s statistically proven. Ok, maybe it’s not, but that doesn’t make it untrue, and I’m sure you could vouch for that. Shades of these emotions certainly make life more interesting, but while no one wants to lead a boring life, maybe living sinfully isn’t the solution. It’s one thing to talk about the evil effects of these …! GASP! vices, and a whole another thing to live with them.
Envy. 
Something we’ve all befriended, ever  since we saw our neighbor propping his Mac Book against the dashboard of his BMW, or ever since we secretly wished we too,could put away a cheeseburger and fries along with a chocolate latte, and still look like that amazingly fit friend (everyone has one of these friends, everyone).
Envy.
It’s never pretty, and sometimes, it gets downright ugly. Although it might be a bit of an ego boost when you know someone secretly envies you, it’s not so much fun when above mentioned person decides to indulge in a little behind- the- back slander or _______(insert backstabbing activity of choice here). After all, ‘Greatness inspires envy, envy engenders spite, and spite spawns lies.’
Unless your skin is as thick as dragon hide and you are unaffected by the petty crimes the world and its denizens commit around you, you might want to square your shoulders and learn to deal with it.
Look for the good in everything, and also teach others how to do it. More often than not, green eyed monsters are usually big warm marshmallows inside, but with a baggage of low self esteem attached. Counting our blessings and remembering that each of us is unique is an amazingly simple gift we forget to give ourselves. We tend to get so involved in marking our win against the others on that giant imaginary scoreboard, that we forget that we aren’t even in a race.
This season, we stop the sins.
This season, we turn our wasted minutes into useful ones as we finally join that salsa class, or get that A on our report card because we’ve kept ourselves busy and wonderfully so.
This season, we lock up our envy, and give that friend of ours a high five while falling into step beside her during her morning jog. Maybe we even pass Mr. Hotshot neighbour and his car, enroute, and flash him a smile. And just maybe, that classmate who always picked on us for being a Harry Potter nerd will ask us if we’d like to go watch Deathly Hallows: Part 1 with them next week. After all, what goes around comes around.
This season, we shed the green.

A Plateful Of Art, With Science On The Side?



 This is an oft-repeated complaint, and yet it needs to be voiced, because no solutions have been discovered yet. It started when I caught some of the Step Up movie while doing some mindless matinee television surfing. As I watched the dancers fret over their showcase dance performance and have dancing companies come and scout for talent at their art school, I wonder why we haven’t seen much of that at home, here in India. Art generally plays second fiddle to science or inevitably bows down to the craze of the nation, “engineering”.
I know that movies aren’t exactly a parameter of life, but it is common knowledge that the West takes art seriously. We hear about colleges offering a major in dance or music and many students actually going for it. There apparently are many scholarships offered for such programs too. Art is given its rightful place, and respected as a form of expression that requires as much creativity and genius as any other field does, both at the workplace and at home or in society.
I hate to criticize, but can you tell me honestly if you haven’t heard conversations like this before in and around your neighborhood?
Aunt/Uncle/Parent : “So tell me beta ,what are your plans for the future?
Son/Daughter/some teenager :”Yeah, I’ve always been interested in painting or photography or some visual medium like that .”
Parent :”Woh sab toh theek hai beta, but let’s get serious. What do you plan to do for a living??
Kid:”Yes, I mean it seriously. I’ve found I’m good at it, it’s not just some new hobby.
Parent: “I don’t understand why you always go off on a tangent like this. Can’t you be a grown up about your career? Look at [Fill in name of elder sibling here].Look he’s a doctor now! Can’t you...”
And so it goes. I’ve been a victim of it myself, when I wanted to major in Economics or English Literature. The worst part of it is no one is wrong here. You can’t blame a parent for wanting to look out for their kids. In an extremely competitive land of the Indian junta, you sometimes have just one opportunity to make it big, and they just don’t want you to mess that up. In a family where financial troubles loom large, and insecurity becomes the topic of discussion at the dinner table, people tend to veer others towards tries and tested careers like engineer, doctor, banker, etc.
Ironic isn’t it though? That this kind of prejudice should exist towards art in an era where our nation’s pride, A.R.Rahman wins global recognition for his music? Where reality shows are held every hour of the clock to discover the next singing or performing sensation? Where Carnatic singers’ concerts are booked solid during the “Kutcheri” season? Where millions of dance schools select students from hopefuls every year and introduce them to the professional industry?
What’s the problem then? Is it a fear of the unknown, a instinctive desire to stick to family tradition? Or a mere battle of wills? Whatever the reason maybe, the result is that kids have to lock up their precious ballet flats and ghungroos, or give away their electric guitar, and erase a shining dream from their eyes as they stick to the…what is it? The “conventional” route.
We’ve got to do some attitude improvement folks. Unless you want to unknowingly extinguish a spark even before it got a chance to burn brightly.
So, the bottom line is... I’m hungry. For once, can you serve me a plate full of art, with science as a side dish for a change?


 

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