Once again, I am taking refuge in my own blog.
A peep at my Facebook page and I see everybody liking everybody else’s status. Pictures of cute kids. P L Deshpande had famously parodied people’s penchant for insisting that the guests see the family photo album(and hear children reciting all the poems complete with dance moves). Now facebook supercharges this penchant. Then a mother sweetly rebukes her son. There are women who seem inseparable from their husbands -they can not bear the thought of being photographed alone. A game of scrabble or whatever errupts and you get the scores. Never mind the football or cricket score. Being showered with gifts that need a thousand clicks and hugs and kisses and pokes, the works.
I take refuge. In my drink.