Tuesday, February 6, 2018

4 solid reasons that forced me to quit Facebook

Login. Like. Comment. Share. Post. React (of lately). Logout. Login again. Well, the entire blue universe knows this cycle. It is like a GIF. A continuous loop. It goes on and on. The probability of end doesn't exist. I felt good to connect with long-lost friends and re-connect with forgotten family members, and, of course, make new friends, virtual though. Facebook allowed me to easily connect with like-minded people, enabled me to join groups of things that are of interest to me. 

I recall joining Facebook around 8 years ago, I think it was 2010. Since I love to write I thought of exploring this platform too. I was quite active on SCRIBD before signing-up on Facebook. The experience on SCRIBD was totally different compared to Facebook. Constructive criticism and proper guidance existed on SCRIBD then. Not sure whether it exists now. SCRIBD gave me hands-on experience in writing poems, stories, blogs etc. I do not use SCRIBD anymore, but I still have a lot of articles on the site.

It was probably late 2010 when a colleague coaxed me to join Facebook. I signed-up quite reluctantly. He knew I was on Twitter, but he was glad. 

Days, months, and years passed, I made a lot of friends, nearly 500 in 5-6 years. Joined many groups that uplifted my zeal to write more. Exposure to 3-4 social media platforms equipped me to take-up a job in social media marketing. I got one and ensured I continue learning. 

I did. I learned. I applied. Today, I have a stable job as a Senior Content Writer in a growing digital marketing company in my hometown.

It was in 2016, I found I was stuck among scores of people who had nothing to do with me or my writings. So, I started removing, and I removed nearly 48% of them and brought the figure down to 239 friends. Of these 239, 10% (just 23) are connected or I can say, they are there to like, comment, or react to my posts and I return the favor. No idea, what's going on with the rest 90%. 

Needless to say, I cherish the company of these 23 people, who are close to my heart. I haven't met all of them in-person but I love them, and they will always have a special place in my heart. 

Coming to what forced me to QUIT Facebook. 4 solid reasons, here they go...
  • Too much addiction - Knowingly or unknowingly, I was getting addicted to logging-in, liking posts (randomly), commenting, logging out, and then coming back to do the same thing. The cycle endlessly continued at work and at home too.

  • A lot of bragging - I am an easy going individual and never like to boast or brag my achievements or written works. I know, it is wrong to expect the same from others but I hate people who brag excessively about petty things. 

  • Posts without context - Of late, posts on the social media giant are out of context, for example - political posts, signing useless petitions, abusive stand-up acts, etc. I see posts that have no relevance. I mean they are useless to me. I would prefer something that helps me increase my knowledge. 

  • Racing to nowhere - It is like a race. I can never win but I can't afford to lose too. To let my friends know that I exist, I regularly need to update my status and if I don't, none would bother to ask my whereabouts. 

To finish, in the past eight years, I had a good time learning, knowing people, and sharpening my writing skill, but this is not the way. There are better ways. There are better options.

Thank you for reading. Do share your experiences. 

Sunday, September 3, 2017

8 moments that instantly lift up your mood...

1. Preparing tea/coffee for the family
2. Dropping off son/daughter to school
3. Beating odds to reach workplace on time
4. Having work
5. Phoning dad/mom/brother/sister/friend just to listen their voice
6. Seeing wrinkly, but smiling  parents
7. Hearing words of appreciation from the life partner
8. A warm hug from son/daughter

There may be more. I found these working for me. You may add yours. 😊

Happy Sunday!

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Do accidents alter your self-confidence?

I know, the answer to the title is very much a "Yes!"

Yes, accidents - small or big do affect our self-confidence, especially when the mishap occurs when we are least prepared. That's the reason they are accidents, but we go in complete shock when the smash happens with something we are fond of doing - riding a bike or driving a car for example. 

Physically and mentally healthy may recover quickly after a small or bearable accident. People opposite to that might require more time to come out of the shock. 

However, traumatic accidents spare none. Apart from disturbing normal flow of life, they ruin the victims and lives of others. While those who survive - they either lose their confidence completely or are left handicapped for life. It pains to see handicapped survivors. 

Sharing my own experience of a bizarre accident that I met last week. 

I was on way to my office on my two-wheeler. I was at a crossroad signal, where I was supposed to turn right that led to my work place. We have timer traffic signals in Ahmadabad at most junctions. 

So, I was watching the countdown - 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 GO! I wonder what happened all of a sudden -  I lost my balance from the vehicle and fell on my left side with the vehicle just overlapping my left leg. My mind had several thoughts running at the same time and my heart sank few beats. I was lucky - the car behind me slowed down and stopped till the time I was back on my feet. Within moments I was at the signal waiting for it to go green again - 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 GO! 

Riding on slow speed, I reached the office parking and limped to the elevator. 

Gosh! I wasn't frightened, but tense. 

Once in the office, I hastily searched for first-aid, but the kit was missing. I cleaned the bruises with cold water. I felt better. But the wounds started to pinch with sharp pain. 

Ah! The pain was bearable though. 

At 10:10 am my manager was in. I shared the incident. I was asked to take a day off, but I was firm to finish my morning tasks, which I did.

Finally, I left for home almost 2 hours after the accident. I was grateful to the manager for allowing me to go home. 

Yes, the above story focuses only on me, but I am fully aware; there are hundreds and thousands of people on earth who meet with life-threatening road accidents - every minute, some die on the spot while some lose their life during treatment. 

And there are many who are left with physical disability for life and some are so shocked that they never return to normalcy. 

This freak accident has altered my self-confidence. There is a constant fear of falling off the vehicle or getting hit by another vehicle. 

Who should be held responsible - the over cautious ones or the completely reckless ones?