Invasion Of Privacy And A Little Fun On Social Media.


All of us know that nothing comes free in this world and what we think we do get free has other hidden costs. WhatsApp and Facebook have access to our innermost desires and they liberally share with advertisers to finance what they offer us for free. Corporates in turn use that information to target their advertising accurately and here is a story to illustrate this.

The following is a real exchange yesterday between a dear friend and me in WhatsApp.

Friend: On my Facebook feed, I get ads for men over 50 – all the ads either show old men playing with grandchildren, or pills for erectile dysfunction or how I need to beware of incurable old age diseases. Depressing stuff. Ageism is alive and well in the targeted advertising world!

Me: Is this a forward or a personal rant?

Friend: Personal rant

Me: 😔😔😔

This thread continued with a different tack with me having my share of fun

Friend: How are you keeping?
You look very good after beard trim and haircut.

Me: You have learnt to ask “keeping” instead of “doing”!😃
Friend: Lol.

Me: Thank you. All of us here are flourishing.
Friend: Great.

A little background the fun exchange. He used to ask me “How are you doing?” and I would respond with “I stopped doing a long time ago.”
The beard trim and hair cut is referring to my blog post.

First Delivery.

My Daughter In Love posted this message on her Facebook page.

I could not resist the temptation to ring her up to remind her that her first delivery was 26 years ago and that boy is now a married young man very likely to shortly send his wife for her first delivery.

The inside story is that my very enterprising DIL has started a catering service from her home and this was the first consignment that she sent out.

I Am Alive.

My friend MB posted this on his facebook page.

I commented: I must be one of the right people!

MB responded: You are dead right Sir. And he added a few emojis that I simply did not understand.

I could not resist the temptation to take this further and added: MB, I am very much alive!

He in turn responded: I meant that you are absolutely right Sir. No harm done, my comment increased your life span by another minimum 10 years. And for effect, added a few more emojis.

I in turn responded with emojis of my own: 🙏🙏🙏😀😀😀

The Virtues And Toxicities Of Popularity

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.”

~ Shakespeare in As You Like It.
No. my intention is not to ring my own bell.
Nor to pat myself on my own back. I have a message about the topic where I am the centre of the action and so, these two pictures.

Fellow Five on One blogger and web-friend Shackman posted this on his facebook page and as he had requested I copy pasted on my page.

“I think most of you know me pretty well, it doesn’t matter when our paths may have crossed. Maybe some of you like me and some don’t, but if you’re on my Facebook, it’s because I like you. I would love to see if we can still chat more than just likes and actually write something to each other. Again, I decided to participate in an experience called “Meeting between bread.” The idea is to see who reads the post without a photo. We are so quick to dive into technology that we forgot the most important thing: good friendship. If no one is reading this message, it will be a short social experiment. But if you finish this to the end, I would love you to comment in ONE WORD about us. For example: a place, an object, a person, a moment in which you remember me. Then copy this text and post it on your page (don’t share) and I’ll go to your page to leave a word that reminds me of you. Please don’t comment if you don’t have time to copy the text. This will destroy the experiment. Let’s see who spent their time to read and respond according to the common story outside of Facebook! Thank you for participating!”

I was overwhelmed with the responses that I received, bar a few, all from my colleagues from my working life. These wonderful people have been in touch with me all these years despite my having retired twenty years ago, thanks to the internet and the social media. It brought to my notice that I have  well-wishers in my life who still have regard for me; and I am reminded of that post and the comments on it as I write this post.

I don’t think that I was or am popular. Popular is for entertainers and sportspersons. Popularity is ephemeral. What I received was pure affection and regard from mates who had worked alongside me thanks to something that was drilled into me during my younger days by mentors who taught me a simple formula to be good in my career. CCDO. Connectedness, Constancy in the connectedness, Dignity in the relationships thus established and Opportunity for growth for both in the relationship.  This is something that I passed on to the people who crossed my path as well.  That it has worked has now been amply proved and I am grateful to those mentors who showed me the way. I repeat, I was not and am not popular. These long lasting relationships are testimony to that fact.

Since this has been my personal experience, I would say that the virtues of popularity are that they are superficial, short-lived and ego boosters. The toxicities of popularity are narcissism and self destruction. I am glad that I was and am not popular. I don’t know what to call what I am and leave it to my readers to decide on a nomenclature.

This is my take on this week’s Friday 5 On 1 blog post topic. The other four bloggers who write on the same topic every Friday are Sanjana, Padmum,  Shackman and Conrad.  This week’s topic was suggested by Conrad. Please do go over to their respective blogs to see what they have to say on the topic. Thank you.

Social Media And Memory Triggers.

Facebook reminded me and my family of an outing six years ago about which I had blogged here. Naturally, all of us are reminded of that day when Chutki was a pup recovering from the fractures in her hind legs.

Today, Chutki is a big girl and does not need that kind of looking after but, the hind legs are giving her trouble and she spends most of her time simply lying around either on her favourite perch the divan in the drawing room or close to wherever one of us is at any time. The presence of Koko sometimes excites her but, mostly annoys her as Koko is still a pup and very playful and frisky.

This is the latest photograph of Chutki on her favourite perch.

And here is one with both of them.