Facebook, Whatsapp and Instagram text merger seriously?!


I woke up today to flick through my twitter profile only to find out that Mark uncle is planning to merge the chat platforms of all three of these babies of his.

I left Facebook nearly a year ago, after the Cambridge Analytica reports. I had also quit Instagram, only to rejoin it again in the last few months.

Now that he is planning to merge all three platforms, using end-to-end encryption, the interplatform play is going to be really annoying.

Ads flushed down our throats in all three apps. If you enjoy having your life as transparent as that, then please stick on to them.

I just washed my hands off Instagram today. Whatsapp is the only survivor for now thanks to end-to-end encryption.

It will also allow me to focus more on writing and reading rather than swiping aimlessly. Thanks Mark. in a way, you are definitely influencing people like me to lead a healthier and productive life.

The growing intolerance


Over the last six months, I have taken a concerted effort to wean myself off social media. I have been a social media faithful for over ten years and it’s not been easy.

So why exactly is it no longer fun to hang in there? Well, as a person who grew up reading books, newspapers, magazines and comics, the main thing is that content is almost always proof read before being shared in the public domain.

The arrival of social media definitely opened up the window to provide access to a lot of really good content, well at least that was the trend to begin with.

Microblogging sites like twitter especially in India has been taken over by numerous English illiterate people, paid to tweet according to the political climate. The discourse has gone down the drain and it has become a real stinky place to be a part of.

Allowing tweets that other people ‘liked’ to appear in my timeline is one of the primary reasons I opted to leave. As much as machines and algorithms try to learn me, my lifestyle and what I like to read, they will never be able to read what my mind wants.

This approach of trial and error to shove anything and everything on to you and then asking you to report, or mute or hide is not really worth the energy.

A lot of productivity of humans are being lost thanks to social media. People have become so hooked on to it that to not be a part of it, makes you either weird or a misfit.

Time to forego these things and live your life the way you should. Currently I operate only on a private Instagram account and that will suffice my needs.

 

Experiencing the Dell XPS 13


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So I recently bought a 13 inch laptop on EMI from Amazon. The last ‘laptop’ I bought was in 2014 – a chromebook which I felt was the only thing I would ever need. Until I reached a point when I thought an upgrade to a Mac is mandatory. However, the steep price of a Mac and the lack of cheap Mac Pros brought me out to this alternative.

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I have been enjoying the company of this beauty for the last three weeks and absolutely loving. Its bezel to bezel wide screen with unique metallic body sleekness is a gem to have. Love the feedback of the keyboard.

It took a while to get used to the display screen which I am not too fond of. It serves the purpose it is got for. Powered by an i5 with 8 gigs of RAM, it’s gonna keep my radiology work on the go fast and snippy just like I enjoy the company of my Pixel 2.

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In other news, after being in a relation with Facebook for over ten years, we finally broke up last night. It took some time to settle the old memories in the albums, but we just knew we couldn’t take it together ahead any longer. Expecting to find myself out here blogging a lot lot more thanks to the absence of the microblogging space in my life.

Living the internet life


Some of us get infuriated encountering our overzealous ‘friend(s)’ in social media especially facebook who go on updating every other minute of their life. When I came across these two pictures recently on the same network, with people vehemently sharing their antipathy, it made me wonder..

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Nowadays if you are on road, you just need to turn on the Google Maps and one gets live data on where the traffic is more, where there has been an accident etc. The same people who crib about others who are e-socially active/hyperactive, do not realize that they are also passively contributing to helluva lot of information by just living in this time of internet and technology.

Just because these people feel they are consciously not making an effort to share their ‘private’ lives, they think those are private. Which is a real big misunderstanding my dear friends, so it is time to grow up.

My recent visit to Munnar (will write about it soon) had a handful of us actually carrying chunks of digital SLRs. The rest of the people were happy to fancy their pics with their ‘sticks’.

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So it is up to you what values you would like to live it. If you are comfy with being in 1995, well it’s your choice. Just don’t expect the rest to follow 😀

Inspired by the Uma Bharti Tape


I was watching Arnab Goswami on the News Hour last night vociferously gunning down the members of his panel when this thought crossed my mind. The BJP representative stated opinions change over a period of time. The tape related to an incident 7 years back. Now irrespective of why she has a different opinion about the BJP priministerial candidate at this point of time, it just made me think of how even we change our opinion of people over a period of time.

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Just last day I texted a friend of mine on facebook, only to realize the last time we texted was a year back. Looking into the archive, I was rolling back the years reading the text messages stored there. More than the conversations, what was striking me was how I was changing as time grew.

This deserves a long post and I will be back re exploring this but am thankful for being active in the internet. Be it updating a status on facebook, or tweeting about the goal Manchester United scored, just like photographs, we leave small tags time and again to relive the moment that is eternally stored in our neuronal hard disk.

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