Day -71 Facebook Affair

One monumental discovery that changed our lives forever. Facebook. I still remember the day, i first joined facebook. It was in 2009 or 2010. I was in school then. I had so many school friends to add and i did receive few welcomes on my facebook wall. I had never used orkut ( the one before facebook), so all this was new and fascinating to me. Though that first account was hacked within few months and i made a new one which i use till the date.

First 2 or 3years of facebook were like any new relationship. It was honeymoon period. I posted a new status almost everyday. I loved the likes and comments. I replied to every single comment and like. I had this fear of posting pictures on fb, which i got over soon. And then even a picture was uploaded every few weeks.
The random posts you get tagged into, i was happy about them as well. The friend requests, chats, everything was so new and charming. I did make two or three random facebook friends (complete strangers), who are my friends till date. The likes or comments from the guy (changed very frequently) i crushed on would make my day.
Then came the games. I loved poker and that puzzle game and also that farm game. I was addicted to them. Whoever wanted to talk to me, i would tell them to come and play poker because i was badly addicted to it. I still love poker. I have the zynga poker app even now. Play it from time to time.

Slowly like every relationship, my love for facebook faded away. I deactivated my account for almost  an year. Even now i keep activating and deactivating it. Mostly it is deactivated. I hardly chat with anyone. Updating a status is history now. Likes and comments mean nothing now. How this change came? I don’t know. But my love affair with facebook is over now. But like every other relationship, a soft corner will always be there for it (like there will always be one for ex-crushes, bfs and friends).

The tale of love

I always tend to ignore my blog these days. I feel like i don't have much to talk about. I hardly go out and meet new people. To tell stories you need to have some things to tell which you see around and experience. Well, I hardly come across anything new these days. This year on my birthday i got one of the best gifts ever. It was a collection of 80 small books. They are from 80 different authors and different tales. Some of them i have read earlier, very few though and there are some which i came across for the first time.

Post my birthday i had entrance exams and stuff like that so i never got the chance to open them. Today while i was reading 'Macbeth' also a gift from a friend, i opened one of those books. Macbeth is actually boring, the only problem is that i can not comprehend the meanings of most of the lines in them. This one is in the play form and there are notes along with it which gives meanings for the words. it is a good translation atleast better than the ones i have read earlier.

As i have to constantly look for meanings, i got bored of Macbeth and so i thought of going through one of those 80 books. I chose number 3, 'The Saga of Gunnalaug Serpent-tongue'. It is a love revenge story and little superstitious as it is set in very old times. 'Helga the fair' is loved by two men and both die at the end, fighting each other in a duel and Helga marries off someone else. It is like an old folk tale.

Every time i read any love story, all the love stories i have read and seen so far come to my mind. It also puts me in the confusion about which one i like the most. I believe i am an 'old is gold' believer. I have seen and read so many but ,y favortie so far has always been Catherine and Mr. Heathcliffe from 'Wuthering Heights'. I liked Pride and Prejudice too but it comes later in the list. Catherine and Heathcliffe had too much passion for each other and the lines from the book are just beautiful, beyond imagination.
 
       ' I have not broken your heart- you have broken it and in breaking it, you have broken mine.'

And, there is this another one from '1984'.

       ' Under the Chestnut tree, i sold you and you sold me.'

Sometimes such simple lines express so much. I can never write something so soft and expressive which melts hearts.

I always tell people i hate love stories but the truth is i enjoy love stories the best. But there are certain conditions for it. They should be set in old England, women with lond dresses and frocks. I think corsets were in fashion then. I personally think corsets are too painful for women but trust me they look lovely wearing those dresses. Men little prude, gentle and shy. And the conversations they make matter the most to me. I mean if they are not expressive enough to each other through words then gestures mean nothing to me.
I like love stories with great dialogues about how much they love each other. These are my requirements for a perfect love story. I love when they wait for each others letters and they just wait. They have stopped writing such stories and even movies are very limited in number. But i would just do anything to watch or read something like this on a good day as well as on a gloomy day.