Ping-A-Pal

I SMS on my phone. Send out my mails and jokes on Gmail. Chat about everything on Gtalk.

I SMS on my phone. Send out my mails and jokes on Gmail. Chat about everything on Gtalk. Tweet on Twitter where I discover fascinating tidbits like Priyanka's new affair with bed bugs (other than Shahid's, that is). I check mail on my Blackberry. Have now closed down my Orkut account permanently. And am on Linked In (barely but still there) with fascinating pin-striped people who have designations longer than an average arm.

But then, I'm constantly on Facebook trawling around to pry on people at their mother's mother's birthday party. Or at people smiling happily at a friend's wedding. Or at those tagged in a shack on a Goan vacation. Or caught posing in front of the Eiffel Tower. Facebook is like an alternate life: and the combined experiences of all my pals seem so much more fun than my poky little cabin.

I've just managed to find friend finder. Have discovered the fine way to limit people on limited access. And the survival tactic of discovering how to ignore people even while ensuring they don't know I am ignoring them.
I'm constantly in touch 24x7x365. But, if that isn't enough, I am now getting invites on 'fun' sites like Zorpia, 'amazing' places to be recommended like Scribbd and the 'latest' joints to network at like ProZap (sounds very ufffd and aptly so ufffd like Prozac but that's another story altogether.)

It isn't enough that you need to have a postal address and an e-mail id anymore. Wedding invites in small towns that have always advertised the couple's qualificationsu00a0 - Chiranjeevi Narayan Venkatachalpathy, B.E (3rd Class), M.S. (USA) with Selvi Kamkashiamma (10th Standard Fail) ufffd have now expanded to include other important identification addresses too.

Last week I was invited to the wedding of (names changed):u00a0 Abhishek Kumar Gupta (B.A - Gorakhpur, crazynuttee@ymail.com, twitter name: coolbihari ) with Shreya (Rich daddy who has page on Wikipedia.)u00a0 Guests were exhorted to check the pre-wedding album on abhishrey.com, were asked to sign the gift registry on guptas@habitat.uk and were told to send in their RSVP's (Regrets Only) to the Facebook page: marriage is made in heaven.u00a0u00a0

It's funny but some techie type has also created a Facebook page where one can go complain if an auto guy irritates the crap out of you. Now techies being techies think everyone has an android attached to them at birth.

But guys, auto drivers don't care a damn what you're saying about them on facebook.

There're still a few people who don't poke each other in the virtual world.u00a0