Addictions

Facebook is becoming a virtual farmland…. a real menace day by day. The funniest part is that you will receive as many friend requests as possible from just one person to satiate his/her addiction to Farmville.

When I don’t even play that game, what will I do with all those gifts and requests accumulated in one corner of my account? Frankly speaking, with no offence meant, I have no playtime for Farmville in my life, for I have more serious things to do.

Two days back, my friend called me in the evening especially to ask if she needed to accept one friend request in FB. The irony is that she had accepted before a couple of requests after seeing them in my list of friends. I told her to employ her intuition and ruthlessly ignore any such requests if she doesn’t know them. What more can I say?

I pity you, for you are blind to the ways that can serve the world. However, if you have time, you may play in your space. But please do not embarrass others.

Now the punch line is - I am well familiar with virtual world; yet real world takes precedence always.

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As I watched the twilight sky today, I was overwhelmed by the splash of colours being displayed richly. It’s a real treat to the eyes – those broad crimson shades in small stripes of blue. I have to thank God for giving me these eyes, lest I would never have known the beauty of the sunset.

I remember marvelling at the sky at around the same time yesterday too. The designs, patterns, choice of colours and visual display are never repeated even if you sit daily.

I pity… I repeat again… I pity those who have no heart or time to enjoy such wonders. Your money or possessions cannot give you such joy or bring back innocence. In fact, it will cripple you as a cunning, cruel, crooked and selfish personality who everybody abhor to move with. You are most pitiably bound by your own self.

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I have got the book ‘A New Earth’ by Eckhart Tolle in my hands around 10 days back. Can you believe if I say that I have no time to even peep into it? Well, I have no complaints though. I shall read it at my leisure for it is all mine.

Last Sunday, I started reading Agatha Christie’s book “Hercule Poirot’s Christmas” with reluctance as my son was literally behind me for the past one month. It was a welcome change for me and I thanked him as well.

Pity many do not enjoy book reading. Mainly you disturb none in this pastime.