Debaters Galore

Hello hello! My semester-end exams begin tomorrow, but when you get a good idea for a post, you just have to post it, y’know? Especially if it comes to you a day before your exam. I actually do that a lot. Heh.

Well, I digress, as usual. Exams are a topic I can go on and on about. And I’m pretty much doing all this stuff (see link) right now.

OKAY I’M RAMBLING.

What I actually want to talk about is related to Facebook. So, I joined Facebook when I was 16 and I’ve seen it change a lot. I’ve also met various kinds of people and seen how they are on FB and how they are in person.

In the beginning, when you just join, it was all about making innane statuses and finally building up the courage to start posting photographs. Then you ‘Like’ stuff and comment on what others said or did (wid vry abbreviatd, twistd eng cuz it ws kewl).

Now however, things seem to have gone up a notch.

We’re all grown ups, with numerous opinions (or at least trying to form them) and whenever someone posts something, there will inevitably be that one person who has a differing view. Then, depending on the personalities/free time/interest levels of the two parties, the topic would either be debated upon in detail, with emphatic and vehement production of facts and sarcastic/furious diatribes, or one would just say “Yeah maybe”, and the conversation would more or less conclude. In the middle of it all (especially in the former kind of…’discussion’) there will be some others joining one of the camps or trying to calm down the situation; however, if its the second case, the aspiring peacemaker is usually attacked by one of the ‘adversaries’ for want of a better word.

I, for one, am pathetic at debating. However I do love witnessing well-argued debates and am very happy with myself if I’m, surprisingly, ever able to debate well myself. But my paralyzing fear is that I’ll get into a debate and get stuck in the middle with no way of further arguing my point *shudder*

Now, the key phrase here is ‘Well-argued’.

If the discussion is well-argued and the two debaters support their views rationally, I have no objection to it. However, sometimes (please understand, SOMETIMES) there are these discussions which are held with no requirement for it whatsoever. It’s as if some people have been told that being offended and arguing is the new ‘cool’, and they must indulge in this if they are to be accepted into society. So some discussions turn out to be like the following –

A : Purple is a wonderful thing and socially, culturally and economically, it makes more sense to love purple.

B : Purple is an outrage and we should all denounce it! Orange is the new purple!! And I demand justice!

A : Do you really think orange can bring in a change? There are too many options to show that purple is, psychologically speaking, much ahead of orange and will bring about world peace!!

B : May I remind you that orange is a fruit too? Purple is just purple. So technically speaking, orange is much more versatile and can change the world. We need revolution before world peace!

(Disclaimer : Kindly note, this is not an actual discussion/argument. It has no basis whatsoever in reality)

I got pulled into a debate, much to my chagrin, a few weeks back. But I was relieved to realize that I could rationally put my point across, and the discussion ended amicably (at least so it seemed). My fellow debater, who was against the motion (so to speak), made some points too and there was no scandalous resorting to personal statements to prove our points. That was a relief.

So please don’t get me wrong. I am impressed when people come together and have wonderful, respectfully and rationally argued debates about some current topic; it’s neat, and sometimes helps me consolidate my views too.

But it’s also worrying when you know that there are some people who are nitpickers and begin an argument just because they feel like it.

Do you think all debates are good debates?

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Here. Not here.

I’ve been in this weird phase for some time now. My mind, unfortunately, may finally be changing into that of an adult’s. Oh the horror! I’ve been doing mostly university work (dissertation, assignments, skill labs et al) and only been a passive observer when  it comes to the virtual sphere.

I’ve recently developed a love-hate (though more like dislike-hate) relationship with Facebook. I’ve deactivated and reactivated my account around 4 times in the past two months. I just don’t find anything useful enough to do on Facebook, but when I’ve deactivated the account, I get all curious as to what might be happening in my absence. It’s like a drug. And I need to get over these withdrawal symptoms. Really. This is one of those instances when you realize why a certain word is used to describe something. Facebook ‘addiction’ makes a lot of sense now, huh?

As for blogging, once again, I’ve been reading a few, skipping a few and not posting anything at all (obviously you know that). Same goes for my craft blog too. Thankfully, I craft just as much as before (maybe even more), but I just don’t post about it.

The reason for this lethargic attitude could be that whenever I switch on the laptop, it reminds me of my unfinished dissertation. This makes me feel guilty and I subsequently do nothing more than mindlessly surf. Yes, I know this is a symptom of trying to flee away from something I don’t wish to do (downside of being a Psychology geek – you tend to analyze all your moods in psychological terms and reach devastating conclusions).

I did however open an Instagram account. Couldn’t resist the filters. And such pretty photographs! Ideal for passive surfing. And then I enthusiastically posted some of my own clicks.

(If you’re a newbie Instagrammer too, then do visit me [Username : sanchari54] and we can hyperventilate about others’ jaw-dropping uploads together. If you’re not a newbie, you could still visit me so that I can gape adoringly at your fabulous work.)

Okay. Must get back to dissertation. Can you see it giving me reproachful looks from my personal folder over there? Ooh look! Butterflies! Golden butterflies!

[I shall return when I’m able to talk sense. Auf wiedersehen!]

Passion for Mushy Confessions

I haven’t posted in a while, and realized how bad that is when I couldn’t accept a compliment about my blog because I’ve been neglecting it so much. Well, I shall post. Now. Okay? Okay.

So…there’s been a sudden rise in the number of ‘confession pages’ on Facebook recently. And when I say ‘rise’, I mean exponential growth and ginormous increase et al. Every school, college, university, department (heck even residential colonies) has a confession page.

And then, an anonymous confession form is made. I’m sure if Google was asked for stats, they would show an increasing popularity for Google forms, one of the lesser known aspects of Google’s umbrella of applications. I myself learned about this wonderful use of Google Docs because of confession pages. But I also learned in this period that OMG THEY’RE SHUTTING DOWN GOOGLE READER!! Why? Why?! It couldn’t possibly be scoring low on loyal users!! So why then?

But, I digress. The anguish about the Reader cannot be dealt with here.

So, confession pages. The anonymous forms. And then? The cryptic proposals and “romantic” (for need of a better word) messages. Just give ’em an anonymous form, and watch those “XYZ you’re HOT”s and “ABC I’ve fallen for you”s and “JKL you looked so pretty in blah”s come pouring in. Trust me. I’ve had an experience being an admin on one such page…which was fun at first. But then…

Everyone’s in love with everyone else, and they find a confession page to be a better place to let everyone know something (which is basically nothing really) than actually making use of their legs and vocal chords to let the person know face-to-face. Maybe then there would be some use of confessing your love?

And if you wish to confess your love anonymously, why do it at all? It’s not a fan page for the one you’re “in love with”. Why don’t you bloody well confess something which others would really care about? Frankly, I don’t think anyone cares about an anonymous amorous soul’s infatuations, other than for being at their Grammar Nazi best and tearing the language apart.

So all you secret admirers…being secretive is overrated. I’m sure the person you love SO much. would prefer you telling them in person than posting random messages on one of the gazillion confession pages, just because you find the whole act of being anonymous strangely exhilarating or whatever.

(NOTE : I just realized I sound hugely pissed off or angry or cynical about confession pages/people in love. Not really. I just cannot believe that most people only have their crushes to confess about)

 

Hello. Do I know you?

I got this message on Facebook a few days back :-

unknown FB msg

Now, the sentiment expressed is perfectly fine. Very romantic and angsty and all that.

But this is from a person who I didn’t know existed till I saw this message. So I’m slightly puzzled as to whether he’s confused me with someone else, or he just likes asking 20 questions to every stranger on Facebook. Mysterious, yeah?