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Facebook is a happy
world. While my friend Nidhi is having
the time of her life with her friend Switty,
my college mate Neelu is checking
in at Café Coffee Day with “Yay!
Girls Night Out” as the status. I click Like.
I move on to my cousin
who has uploaded a photo of herself almost canoedeling with the ‘love of her lyf’ in a place that looks
like Leh, thanks to the Yak that is innocently gawking at them in the
background. Her tagline says “Thank you
my Sonu for making my life so perfect. I LOV U” with picture courtesy given
to some dejected soul. I click Like and comment “This is so perfect Sister! I am so happy for you.” With a straight face and no emotion, I move on
to the next.
Hey, look at this! My
ex has updated his status “Bought my
first Merc, a black beauty. Can’t wait to take my gorgeous wife for a ride in
it.” I wince, walk over to the
fridge and take out a tub of Baskin-Robbins ice cream. I then return to the bed,
gag myself with it as I move the cursor to update my facebook status.
“Awesome Saturday. Crazy!”
I shut down my laptop
and sleep. The ice cream drips on my laptop.
I was unemployed for a
whole one year after college. I did not sit for placements, reasons still
unknown to me. All the law firms I applied to personally wanted those with
experience. Here I was a National Law School graduate, unemployed. I was lost
when my father declared that he sees a future Judge in me and I saw the prospect
of preparing for Judicial service as the last straw to clutch on while drowning.
I hated preparing for it, kept looking for jobs, got a few jobs, rejected them,
got rejected and hated myself. But every time a distant relative asked my
parents what I was doing with my life, they replied “Our daughter studied in the National Law University but did not sit for
placements because she always wanted to give Judicial service a shot. She is
now preparing for it.” The listener looked at me and said “Shabash beta…”, making a donkey feel
like an intelligent dolphin, all the time cringing in the inside about the
subtle reality. But he doesn’t need to know about all that. Does he? He goes
home and tells his son how intelligent and competitive Mr. Anil’s daughter is.
Everyone on your
facebook list is like that distant relative you told the selective truth to.
You deleted the sour part and served him the dessert. He fell for it and got
upset at the inefficiency of his child. Facebook is that last course of a
buffet and everyone is served desserts. No one can be undisputedly and
continuously happy. Fairytales are just enormously exaggerated reality.
Tina
just
uploaded a picture of her hand with a big chunky diamond ring and a tagline
that says ‘On top of the world. Engaged
to Mr. SO & SO’. She hides the scared heart that is trying to bury the
rejections of the past, the lies that she have told him about her history and
the future that is yet to unwrap itself.
You and I, get jealous
of her. Self loathing mode initiated.
So, the next time
someone shouts out their achievement on facebook or forces you gawk at the
picture of them vacationing in Macau, be happy for them and move on realizing
that behind all that celebratory hullabaloo and boastful jigs lies a reality as
realistic, plain and challenging as yours and mine.
And with that I move on
to update my status… “Made my first
appearance as a lawyer in court. Feeling like Alan Shore.”
No one has to know
about me calling the Male judge “Madam” and making a complete fool of myself. Do they?
I guess Not.
P.S- The previous post
was deleted because I felt disgusted by it.
P.P.S- Thank you for
being a reader and a friend. I have something small planned up for you and me this 16th. :)
