People often say me “You are a confident girl “or “Hey, you have a candid nature “. But, hang on, it is the way my avatar is, not me in actual .The bond between me and my friends actually brought me here in the web of social networking sites where not only me , but millions of avatars like me, look extrovert and too desperate to connect with other cool trendy looking avatars.But, never the less it is a learning experience in itself , as here u got the one common social platform to connect the wireless bond to different people belonging to different countries, with different perceptions, with different faith as well.
I am girl next door who have Katrina kaif as her avatar on social networking sites, open up my laptop, search some new RSS FEEDS from blogs I follow, scrap some friends, play some cool social games like this , all my time passes well.
But slowly, I observe, it actually encloses my personality into a never ending circle of web, I cant resist my self in checking my facebook account, my orkut account, I want to update my status, I want to send some invitations, I want to look trendy in my avatar and blah blah, list never ends, but it ends up in A VIRTUAL DISEASE.
VIRTUAL is indeed a heavy term I have introduced here,
I am addicted, addicted to the virtual world. That’s what I am suffering from and many virtual avatars too.
My heart beats go exponentially high when someone pokes me on facebook , I feel queen size happiness when someone likes my status, I feel miserable when someone comments on my old fashioned avatar, I blush when someone sends me a heart smile on chat. These are few symptoms of virtual disease, I am suffering from. My all real emotions are now dependent on virtual incidents and virtual experiences. I am happy when my facebook is updated and I am sad when I don’t receive any new friend request.
But now it’s all fake to me.
I want to live in real not in my avatar, no more Katrina kaif. I am beautiful in real , not that much , but good enough . I want my heart to pump real emotions into my arteries not the fake one. So I have decided to come across a solution—A VIRTUAL SUICIDE.
Let the virtualism in me die before my real smiles and let my fake avatar die not me.
When it comes to real smile, real emotions and real friends. I would suggest myself and others to go for a virtual suicide before it kills our real happiness.
