See, I’m a WhatsApp kinda guy. For starters, it’s free, and more importantly, it works in weak WiFi zones. But now, boom, voila, suddenly I’m being told by the app, that I have to abide by some rules, there are privacy issues, some of my data may be security breached! So my question is, “What data?”. I want to ask that dude, Mark Zuckerbeg, “What more do you want to know about me? The truly private stuff  you’ll never get, all my privacy data is in my head—my fears, my Fixed Deposit details, my Freudian fantasies, my fury towards our governance, my Fez and Marrakech travel details—none of it will ever be on Facebook. What’s already there is all you’ll get.”

What’s further complicating my life is I’m being tempted by an alternative communication tool called Telegram—to us non-millennials, telegrams were that light pink thingy you sent from hill stations in the 80s—and then it hit me. WhatsApp Inc will have access to all the 50 assorted WhatsApp groups I’m on.