After a long time I visited the cyber café. I love lurking around
cyber café’s (the truth is my internet was disconnected because, I did not
renew it!). As I was completely addicted to Facebook, I couldn’t miss a day
without logging in to my account. Though nothing new I had to do, but still you
know how it is. It served me, like drugs to Mr. Mojo Risin (Jim Morrison)
courtesy Pratik NIRVANA Dixit (my colleague, I never knew this anagram).
Back to the story…
As I reached the cyber café in my vicinity, to my bad luck
all computers were occupied. So I had to wait for a while. I didn’t mind
waiting as there were two girls (pretty) sitting in the cyber, with whom I
flirted merrily (through eyes).
Soon my eyeballs caught a glimpse of something aberrant. I
couldn’t believe what my eyes witnessed. There were youngsters, who were
flirting around with girls on Facebook. But, that’s not what amazed me! What
kept me transfixed was the old man (around 70’s), who was checking profiles on
Facebook! For a moment I thought Mr. Mark Zuckerberg has given the oldies an
opportunity to flirt around.
When this was not enough, besides him, was a boy (around
11years) who was also twiddling around on Facebook!
I mean, what has an old man in his late 70’s got to do on
Facebook! And, doesn’t that kid have any homework? I tried to sneak in their
computers to see what they were up to, but couldn’t see anything.
Soon I forgot about those two pretty girls sitting and
giggling at me. My psyche was completely diverted on this young and old social
media savvies. I was getting very anxious to know what they are doing on
Facebook.
Then, within a couple of minutes, the cyber owner called my
name and pointed his finger to the empty seat besides that old man. I calmly
sat and clicked on the internet explorer tab. As I logged in my Facebook account,
with the corner of my eye I saw this old man staring at me, as if I had blurted
out something blasphemous.
After about five minutes, I broke the ice. With an amicable
voice I asked him, “Uncle what are you doing on Facebook.” Mind your own
business was his reply in a stern tone. What!!! I had just asked him a genuine
question, and this is how he responds!
Then I decided that I can’t sit besides this grumpy old man.
So, I asked the owner for some other place. He asked me to occupy the computer
besides that child. I was happy, as I wanted to sit besides him to know what he
was doing on Facebook.
Quickly I shifted to that PC and logged in my Facebook
account. This time in a friendly and childish manner I introduced myself to him.
He smiled and introduced himself as Aryan (Still that old man was staring at
me). And, as we starting exchanging personal details, like a true father I
started giving him a lecture on the side effects of Facebook. After listening
to my speech, he said something which kept me in awe. In a gracious tone he said,
“My grandfather has asked me to sit on Facebook”.
After mulling over that grandfather who asks his son to sit
on Facebook, rather than study, I asked him, “What exactly are you doing Aryan?”
now, as if irritated he said to me, “I’m not wasting time on chatting with
girls on Facebook, like you people do. I’m handling the Social Media of various
companies for which I am paid!” he said it in one go. As I was about to utter
something, he continued, “And this is my grandfather (pointing at the old man) sitting
next to me.”
Without uttering a word, I turn to my computer, logged off
my account, and flew away from that place. What else could I do!!!
