Tuesday, 12 July 2016

Facebook - It's a Jungle Out There

It was 2013 when I first came face-to-face with Facebook.

Joining the FB bandwagon wasn't exactly out of a need to widen my social horizons or a result of any techno-fascination. 

It was more on account of peer pressure. 

What? You AREN'T on FB? 

My friends looked down on me as if being a Facebook virgin equaled being a maladjusted sociopath. 

Actually, I'm a little shy… I fumbled in a lame bid to justify this blasphemy.

Right since my salad days, I have lacked the channel capacity for overt social interaction. 

Kitty parties, girlie lunches, and coffee dates were all untried dishes on life's to-do menu till I hit a half century.

Maybe this anomaly has something to do with my sun sign: Gemini. 

We geminians don't really need to look outwards for company – because we are born with an inbuilt zodiac twin. Mine even has a name: Ajup (Puja spelled backward). 

Ajup is everything I'm NOT. 

She's fun-loving, I am boring. 

She's gregarious, I am reticent. 

She loves Salman Khan, I despise the guy.

But Ajup is great company. 

Together, we both can spend hours... days... years... happily immersed in hobbyland

Whenever a social situation 'befalls' us, we reluctantly put our rendezvous on hold. 

Our relationship leaves me with scant vacant hours. 

Social media, therefore, has always seemed dispensable.

Which brings me back to my story about how I joined Facebook under peer pressure – when all my rants about being in a 'happy zone on my own' failed to cut ice with my friends. 

Apparently, only smugglers, history-sheeters and the like, avoid social platforms I am told. 

That does it. 

Not wanting to be a blot on the family name, I decide to join the FB fraternity and urge my daughter (an FB virtuoso) to brief me on the ropes. 

Her tips are pretty straightforward: 

'Go friend-scavenging on the net. 

Dig up old contacts (never mind if you haven't met them since World War-II).' 

'If someone says... You weren't my friend in play school; you looked through me in high school; you hated me in college; why on Earth do you want to be my Facebook friend NOW?' ...well, tell 'em you were away on a secret mission to Mars... or that you've just recovered from an extended bout of Alzheimer's'.

'Make sure you rope in as many FaceMates as possible. Remember, the longer your friend list, the more your 'clout'; and the higher your 'perch' on the 'like ladder'.'

'Like a friend's post? Press 'like'. 

Love the post? Press 'like'. 

Hate the post? Press like.' 

'Basically, 'like' is all there is, and 'like' is all you get whether you like it or not!'.

Haha... seriously? 

That seems pretty simple (with a serious tilt towards senseless). 

I wonder mildly how Mr.Iceberg (or was that Zuckerberg) expects ONE insipid like to compress and express a multitude of human emotions, reactions, and upheavals. 

Like is so meh. So limp. So dry. It tastes like dandruff! 

Anyway, baptism over, FB flings open its wanton gates to Ajup and me. 

The FB social waters are swirling with action – beckoning and threatening in equal proportion. 

I enter gingerly – like a gawky sophomore anticipating ragging on her first day at college. 

'Hey... think of FB as a cruise; you are Columbus', Ajup tries pepping me up. 

'Naw it's more like a jungle; I'm Goldilocks' I say, with the wonderment of Puja in FBland.

I take a deep cautious breath and dive in. 

30 minutes of tinkering pass. 

The creases on my forehead start unfurling.

The butterflies in my tummy stop flapping their wings. 

I even manage a stilted smile. 

Ajup is happy to see me get into the groove.

And then the corner of my eyes catches those little green dots: the ones that show up against your friends' names telling you who all are online. 

Hey, wait a minute. If I can see who all are online, does that mean 'who all' can also see that I am online? 

Holy Jesus! Mr. Iceberg? No privacy, you give us! Am I expected to say something? Acknowledge with a hi, perhaps? 

The thought of being embroiled in an impending communication ping pong unnerves me – giving me goosebumps the size of melons. 

My daughter hadn't told me anything about those green dots!  

Before Ajup can try and salvage the situation, I go scuttling to the 'deactivate' button.

That's my first encounter with FB. 

A 30-minute fling that sets a new record - making Britney Spear's two days long marriage seem like a decade.

The second time I join Facebook, I last 10 hours.

The third time, a week.

HELLO... something isn't quite right here. 

I am behaving like a psycho. 

And then realization dawns. 

My friends' suspicion is spot on. I am INDEED a maladjusted sociopath. 

Yikes... that doesn't feel good at all. In fact, it tastes worse than dandruff!

Then and there, I decide to change the lens through which I have been looking at the world.

A fat portion of my 27 years of work life was spent having silent albeit happy tête-à-têtes with my square-headed boyfriend - the half-eaten Apple. 

My office cabin was my sanctuary; and Ajup, my sole mate (much to the chagrin of my soul mate).

Decades of languishing in a 'cube farm' seem to have taken their toll and turned me into a Spartan from Laconia. 

No wonder I have become a social misfit.

Well, I ain't going to let this happen. I am going to Retire. Rewire. Reconfigure.... whatever. 

I am henceforth going to do all the stuff I haven't done so far - which includes working on my underdeveloped faculties in areas such as socializing, chatting, making friends, joining girlie groups. 

And what better way to hone my social skills than to rejoin the Big Daddy of all social communication... Facebook?

So in 2014, after finally hanging my boots, I urge my daughter to re-open my Facebook account (one last time puhleez), pledging, this time, to take the social media bull by the horns, and hang on. 

And stick I do. 

In fact, in an overzealous attempt to make good my pledge, I look up the 'people you may know' column on FB and invite every Jill, Jane, and Mary to be my friend. 

Any name or face that even remotely tinkers my memory bank, qualifies for a friend request. 

The week-long exercise earns me 250 'friends.' 

Not bad, eh, for someone who has led such a lonely social life.

2016 is now my third running year on Facebook. 

After months of a now on/now gone fling, I  have finally managed to stave off the 'off' and become a true blue, bonafide Facebooker. 

During the course of these three years, I've discovered that FB is the only place where it's perfectly acceptable to talk to a wall. 

It's starting to be a little like my fridge: I know there's nothing in there, but I keep checking it anyway…

Drawing my own inferences from this 3yr tryst with social media, I can say that the ancient Indian Caste System has now donned a new online avatar. It's alive and kicking in the FB echelons.

Here are FB's four 'social castes' in no particular sequence: 

The Candy Floss Socialites, or the FB Vaisyas
The bro's, the babe's, the aunty ji's and their beta ji's – those who incessantly post pictures of their buzzing social parties, and jet set phoren trips – template destinations, template postures, template smiles. 

Like the Vaisyas, they promote trade. 

Because they inspire me to throw parties to amplify my social bandwidth. 

They are the Joneses who keep my envy meter ticking. 

They goad me to goad my husband for another holiday. 

They inject the excitement of domestic fights into an otherwise boringly peaceful married life. 

On the downside, their weeds threaten to spread out and swallow my precious time and smother my intellectual growth. 

So I try and limit this number to one or two – small enough to save my cerebrum from the tentacles of hedonism, big enough for a healthy dose of envy.

The Social Media Rockstars, or the FB Kshatriyas
The Social Media rock stars are the ones who are totally tuned in with the pulse of the audience. 

They are the warriors who excavate quotes from the womb of the net and share them on their timeline. 

Such is their command over their circle that they can garner 200 sycophantic likes even if they talk about their morning ablutions. (How come I share something apparently sensible and get just 10-15 likes?)

They are like MF Hussein whose paintings were alleged to command a fortune even if he rhythmically moved his brush to whatever music was being played. 

The social warriors can argue their hypothalamus out over every social/political opinion expressed by their friends. 

Definitely, the Kshatriyas.

The Fence Sitters, or the FB Shudras
These are the ones who watch all the action from the sidelines pitching in only once in a blue moon with some input. 

They are the fillers which help you climb the like ladder. 

Like the Shudras, their primary duty is to serve the other three castes. They usually open their newsfeed and randomly start spraying it with likes

The last time I posted about my grandmother's demise, I got 30 likes! Back rubbing is the name of the game. You scratch mine; I scratch yours. 

On a positive note, the fence sitters are also the vicarious intellectuals who may not have the gift of expression, but they know a gem when they see one.

The True Blue Intellectuals, or the FB Brahmins
The true blue or organic intellectuals go by the commandment: have opinion, will express. Like the Brahmins, they are the conduit between God and us mortals. 

They spend their lives in the pursuit of knowledge and then pour it all out into the archives of Facebook. 

They treat social media as a channel to spread light, awareness and knowledge for the upliftment of society. 

They are well worth a follow because they can pollinate your shriveled mind with the gold dust of their perspective. 

But they can also be polarizing. So you just have to cross your fingers and hope that their opinion is the RIGHT opinion. 

There are about 7 billion people on Earth. Over 864 million of them check the $200 billion worth Facebook every day. 

So what is it that makes the social network so addictive?

Apparently, an individual's Nucleus Accumbens (NA) - the brain region that lights up when someone takes drugs, becomes more active when receiving self-relevant feedback. 

So the more active your NA, the more likely you are to spend time on Facebook! 

FB offers a whole bunch of self-promoting features such as posting what you are thinking, sharing pictures of yourself, giving your opinion on what others post, etc. 

A dash of suspense riding on an element of unpredictability (similar to the reinforcement schedule used by casinos) further adds to its aura and addictiveness.

Social media provides a forum for our ego's quest for self-expression - especially followed by feedback from others. 

The small effort of posting a picture can provide a large investment return in the form of comments, or even better, compliments. 

This system of reinforcement is very seductive and may help to explain why some people become addicted to Facebook.

The smartness of the product lies in the fact that it keeps you coming back. 

Every time you message/like/comment on Facebook, you prompt a trigger from FB in the form of an external notification which brings you back.

Facebook is uncharitably called a 'vanity parade' by the cynic brigade - a ‘compare and despair’ platform that feeds our innate voyeuristic streak. 

It is also panned as the emotional equivalent of eating a tub of Ben & Jerry’s. 

But to a majority, the shares, the likes and the metrics feel good. 

They’re fun. Even sesky! 

One quick status update, comment or picture is all it takes to reach out to the whole jingbang. 

A single word message on someone's wall is enough to rekindle dying relations, and resuscitate dead contacts.

They do a great job of bringing a fragmented world together. 

Friends and family divided by geography, are united by Facebook. 

Having online friends makes us feel appreciated. 

It validates our sense of self-worth; boosts our self-esteem; appeals to the Info Junkie in us and makes us feel part of an expansive, exciting world.

There's another upside to Facebook. 

It's a zero calorie, eco-chummy way to socialize. 

It allows you to hold parties, have discussions, bitch, gossip, admire, without spending a penny on booze, snacks or fuel. 

No wastage, no traffic jams, no pollution. How's that for eco-friendliness? 

New technology, almost always, comes with the goods, the bads, and the uglies. 

Every single medium of communication can be used positively. 
Or negatively - depending on which side of the thinking pool you are. 

If it's the shallow end, FB will make you do what you do anyway- squander away precious time in meaningless pursuits. 

Just like television; you can watch channels that only entertain you or those that also educate you. 

If you’re doing Facebook right - reading articles, watching videos, sharing opinions - and not just stalking your friends, it can prove to be a hub of knowledge and infotainment, and of course a great boredom-buster. 

The trick is to seek a balance. 

Reign in your empty hours. Don't get reigned in by them.

Yes, some people are annoying on Facebook. But people are annoying in real life too. 

At least on Facebook, you have the liberty to sigh when your friend posts another self-congratulatory reference. It’s much more tiring to hear the same in person.

The BEST part about Facebook is that you can even make money from it. 

All you need to do is:

Go to your Account Setting, Deactivate your account, and Go To Work!
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