Memoires of a social networkoholic

(Disclaimer: Following is a mere interpretation of what my stupid mind can come up with, and any incident mentioned below is not even remotely true.)



Around some forty years ago, when internet was born, nobody knew what it is for, what people are going to with it. At first it was considered to be a governmental move to control the lives of individuals. But now, all together, its a different story.

An inventor, whose name I don't even know and don't even bother to find out, has played such an important role in my life which he wished (at least i think so) to have played in the life of his own family.

So here goes the story...

As I walked in the corridor and mingled around with the seniors standing by -- everything before that in my life, not so important, so don't bother.

Ahan! I was asked that if I'm there on facebook. i was like "facebook who?" At first i thought of it to be a coaching centre for administration or some s*@#. Funny haan.

Then they told me later that facebook is a very big social network where you can keep in touch with school and college friends.

Eureka! came an idea to my mind; now I can track all the crushes that i had in my pre-mature life.

Getting registered was the easy part, finding people was actually difficult. I almost sent a friend request to any one with a picture (girls off course, i have enough male friends).

As I turned on my PC, very next day, I was amazed to see over 200 friends in my list and, guess what, more than half were female.

Social networking then became more of a daily routine than a habit, as the days went by and I kept venturing in to the delusional cyber world. Along the way i made many friends and a few special friends. (This piece will only cover the love story side of my social networking experience).

The story which started with the name Asma Ali -- my first online girlfriend. We met through friend suggestion (courtesy Facebook) and it was all my charm that took me through to the next stages. We liked each others statuses and even took those not so interesting quizes, only if the answer ended with our names. Commenting on each others every activity was a must do and yes she changed her broken heart to a complete heart.

Inboxing each other with messages -- can't be written here -- and continuing those threads on and on till one of us started another thread.

As time went on and our mutual friends started growing, we realised we wanted different groups and pages in life (just to put it in networking terms).

But my life was not done there and i had a different reason to move on. Reason was Areeba Faysal. The cubid struk on a page titled 10,000,000,000 people who love Pakistan. Where we started a friendship, with an argument on the point that these groups should not exist.

Short and cute was all that i wanted, at that time to replace tall and nosy :P.

And an important thing was that i never completed my heart -- my excuse i have my family in here too. The rest is the repetition of the above mentioned story but the new thing was the constant whining of Asma, "tum badal gaye ho" to be exact. But with my constant ignorance and steadfast attitude i overcame that.

As my short and cute story continued to grow I started to find out that there are too many option available, on friend suggestion, so i should not waste my time being with one.

On a late night after reading more than thirty message of smiley emoticons and deleting a lot of sentimental stuff from the 'past one', i decided to explore my option in the cyber land.

New option was Nimra Aijaz, at least the picture suggested it.

The attitude of the new prospect was what kept me motivated. To further define attitude; her turning down my friend request daily, ignoring all the stuff that i inboxed her. But she gave in with an answer 'tumhara masla kya hai'.

My time to shine, a two-page story copy pasted from a Google search result was my answer. Sufficient to strike a chord and act as a catalyst to fast forward us to 'me and Nimra Aijaz are now friends'.

During the following days I discovered through a quiz -- lover of the day -- that I have other options, as in Aneeta karim. A girl I randomly requested to be friends with and got a green signal. May be she was in the race to complete 10,000 friends.

Here I would like to mention Mr Umer Soni -- the guy who made my ventures of finding significant other easy. You ask How?

Just by being himself i.e if you are constantly bugged by a flu (Umer) you'll settele for a headache (me). By virtue of his nature he made a pass on very girl and they were made to asses their standards. Thats when I strike just to make them feel that they have high standards.

Enough of the background...

So as I carried on with Nimra and also continued to pursue Aneeta, I got more lured towards the spectacle wearing kind. I considered her to complete my intellectual side.

As I decided to settle done in cyber world with Aneeta Karim, I was disappointed to learn that she had deleted her profile with a message 'yours forever'.

Just as an added info, I was asked by three different people for my password -- no I m not stupid -- I replied in a simple no.

After two years of a networking havoc and thousands of hate messages on my profile by several different of my past exploits, I also decide to leave Facebook with a little dignity intact. So I did.

And ya now I tweet.