Social disaster

Its funny how life is centered around the ports of communication today. I chat, i email, i telephone, I skype, I facebook . Yesterday I pinged my sister from my room to hers. I cannot resolve to remove any of these from my life cos that would mean cutting off all human interaction possible. I hate that.
Social life on the internet is more about comparison than what one is really about. Oh look she's put up pics - They've been to the bahamas and deep dived into the atlantic ocean- we should do that too. She's bought this really pretty dress at this place - looks good on her- I should try it too.
Isn't it a bit ridiculous to assume what I put up or dont put up on facebook is even indicative of who i am ? Assuming we know what the person is all about by their profile, logging in every hour to see if anyone has posted a status or pic that you can comment/like is indicative of how much the social network owns you.

Status on Facebook/orkut/twitter - its killing the concept of blogging- it did for me. Everything that I ever want to tell the world about is always one status message- one line. An opinion is stated on some else's status as a comment- another line. The truth is that I haven't bothered to take the effort to pen down my anger and opinions onto my blog. Blogs have become a channel of advertising the self. Period. Maybe its evolution and maybe that isnt such a bad thing.

This isnt really how i started off - Frustration dramatized but iced down now. Blogging tends to do that.

Of temperatures and sores..

Sickness has an uncanny way of reminding you of the people you cannot be with, of things you cant have, of care and love that you will never get- a grown up that I am now . Its time to give and never to get, I understand.

A run Cross country

When your head is clouded with thoughts, would you take it head on and sort it
out or sit on it till the dust settles ? Would you rather go backpacking and trek
the Himalayas or would you want to to sit at home/go for a movie with your
friends like everyother weekend ?
What would you do if you were happy and comfortable in your ways, would
you move and take up something new that gets you cracking or settle and be
tuned to the everyday routine ?
Would you rather be yourself or try and prove what you are everyday to
everyone around you ?

I want to go cross country leaving life behind me
to run away from it all while the night is still young,
do i know if the grass is going to be greener
do i know if the burden is going to be leaner
to hold my faith in one hand and love on the other
all i want is to run
to be everything and everyone to just one

A lil bit of this that and a grin

A kutti kid pushing her even more kutti brother on her elder brother's cycle, 2 squirrels fighting over i'm not sure what, tap dancing and doing a twirl with my high heels to a song that i really like, seeing the look on that maami's eyes who thinks i'm crazy to do a lil hop on the road when i'm actually dancing inside my head, reminiscing over your old photos along with dad and cousins while arguing on who someone really looked/look like, reading old messages, waiting for what seems like forever for that familiar regular phone call
Those small things in life that always, no matter how old they become, bring a cracked smile to the face.

Eons later..

At work I was just searching/googling/binging for SAP related articles to upgrade my functional knowledge (who am i kidding!) when I came across this link!

Here is a point 11 mister
11. Read 10-cool-things-to-do-while-you-wait-for-sapup-to-finish and try to add a point 11 to it :)

There ! Is it really fair to have writer fears when you have nothing substantial to write about ? or is it only then that you have the fear ??