Sarahahaha....



Imagine waking up with a flake of morning sunshine piercing the thick window glass just to get a glimpse of your face, and birds of the universe chirping 'The Choral' to add sugar to your sugar-free coffee. It might seem like one of the opening shots of Wes Anderson's movies but our morning experiences are far off from the one described above. It's not the sunshine which works as an eye opener, it's the maid who turns off the fan and forgets that it needs to turned on just the same way Cersei has forgotten what Jaime is to her. It's not the melodious chirping, but the mobile under the pillow which shouts it's throat out with Facebook notifications or Whatsapp's "You may have new messages."

But getting through all this trouble, once you log into Facebook and check the notifications. What you see is bundles of notifications consisting images of white dialogue box (with green background) supported with piece of text. This is completely new for someone who's used to getting tagged in Dhinchak Pooja's posts or Deepak Sharma's "MayMayes". On going through these 'n' number of messages, one gets to know how many secret admirers his/her friends have got. Even the least social person gets proposals and confessions in Shakespearean English (Take that, Shaadi.com!). This is a transition period for social media creeps into love gurus and a new way of asking for you-know-what. But all of a sudden, why the home of Nationalists and Pakistanis has become the planet of cupid, why all of a sudden we have started feeling the special need to be admired, to be appreciated, to be adored for something that we are surely not. There's no harm in admiring or appreciating someone, but it's in going anonymous for that. The only place you should go anonymous should be your incognito browser tab to watch you-know-what. If you feel strongly for someone, just go and tell them. That's not as tough as studying rocket science or deciphering Benedict Cumberbatch's accent.

"It's a crazy world we live in", but I don't mind till the time Pierce Brosnan sells Pan Parag and our very own Ajay Devgn makes people's lives 'Kesari'.

P.S. This blog is an hard pill to digest for my dear Grammar Nazis. I have added Wren and Martin to my Amazon cart, but it's the budget restricting me to place the order. So, I think you got the hint.....

Comments

  1. yamandev22 August 2017 at 08:48

    And I can't agree with you more.
    Thank You 💗

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  2. Rakshit Nair22 August 2017 at 11:52

    Hahahahhahaha the last bit was for me :P

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  3. Amit22 August 2017 at 12:22

    Bhedchal h

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  4. Aditya-Raj23 August 2017 at 12:09

    Bolde Bhai tu bhi yahi mauka hai .. #MaukaMauka

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  5. Nitish chandra25 August 2017 at 01:56

    ankit ko pdhao bc ye

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  6. www.writewithpanache.blogspot.com30 August 2017 at 09:02

    Witty and tightly plotted👌

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    1. yamandev30 August 2017 at 09:05

      A big thank you and hug, your feedback means a lot :)

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  7. alok31 August 2017 at 23:39

    I was too late to read this marvelous witty piece. Take a bow dear!🙏
    I am still laughing by your meticulous use of wit and humour but giving a inbuilt message.
    Keep going like this and it won't take long before we will see one of your books on the Amazon bestseller book shelf.

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    1. yamandev1 September 2017 at 00:40

      This is really overwhelming for me. I always count on your feedback and in the same way, your appreciation motivates me to think out of the blue and deliver something fruitful. A big thank you and please keep providing me with your valuable comments.

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