# RANDOM THOUGHTS - 2 (HOW I BEGAN TO USE FB)

By Vani P Nair -


It was my first week in my third college. An institution that welcomed only girls( not that I am complaining) and which for some reason abhorred all types of stripes, checks, polka dots, etc in favour of plain fabrics. I was sitting in my college bus, staring at the empty driver's seat, waiting for the bus to finally move to escape the scorching heat when a bubbly girl with curly hair and spectacles came towards me and asked if I was there in FB. Eager not to come across as a dud, I said "of course I am", somewhat unconvincingly.On reaching home I googled to find out what these two alphabets stood for, and thus, I was introduced to the world of Face Book. I created an account and felt proud of myself and sent friend requests to my schoolmates who still crowded my friend circle. The initiation ceremony would have been incomplete without sending a message to someone. So I chose a friend of mine to be the receiver with the intention of surprising him. I opened the chat box and typed in some well-thought words, that I don't remember anymore, without knowing how to send it. All I had to do was what I had already done. just Google. But, in my desperation, I rang up the receiver who was to be surprised with the message to ask him how I could send him the message. With studied calmness, he said, " Dude, just press enter". I pressed the magic button and lo!!! the message was sent. Now when I see my little cousins using Face Book with an ease that I am yet to muster, I get reminded of this episode and cannot but laugh at myself for my naivety.

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