Undoubtedly
Rome was not built in a day but it did not take more than a spur of a moment
for the online chat services (among which Whatsapp rules the roost) to behead text
messages, that now breath occasionaly in case of a bank transaction or on
Wednesday and Friday Dominos’ offer. No wonder if the ease of sharing files and
attachments will soon detach even the e-mail service providers from the market.
But IMO the feature of forming groups in Whatsapp is its USP, on the score of
which it can be aptly christened as ‘Mini Facebook’. ‘Mini Facebook’-
considering the colossal empire of Mark Zukerberg, can there be a better
example of oxymoron!
But
every whatsapp group has some clearly identifiable breeds of members who can
reach the level of irritation at times. This identification becomes a cake
walk when you come online after a gap of few hours, but it applies only if you
don’t feel suffocated for those few but pathetic hours of dissociation
from your favorite App. So sit back,
read and correlate:
1.The Wishers’ well: They remind you every six hours that its morning,
noon, evening and night. They perform this duty of wishing ‘GMs’ and ‘GNs’ so
diligently that it seems as if it’s the last time sun is going to set on the
blue planet. They hardly say anything apart from myriad of ‘Gs’.
2. The Imojers: Yes, you got it right.
They are the real brothers of Dr. Bean
and profusely use sign language to convey their feelings but never the
words. I really doubt if their teeth and tongue could resist rusting because of
excessive exposure to air and moisture. I am eagerly waiting for a full-fledged
novel of only these smileys and emoticons from any such imoji-freak.
3. The Mr. India: No its not about fighting
against the evil or saving the city every next day. The only power I am
referring to here is of invisibility. These people hardly show up in any
conversation and their presence could be gauged only by the dint of the group
info. So when you doubt the proportionality of the number of members with the
scanty participation, blame these Mr. X’s.
4. The Name-Changers: They are the honorary
workers who unfailingly change the group name and icon as per the occasion be
it Diwali, Holi or Nagpanchami or yes the birthdays. And that too exactly at
11:59:59 PM. ISRO scientists should send their trainees to them to brush up their concepts of precision.
5. The Preacher in 3D: Today if I look for an
AIDS infected needle in a theatre seat, or about pesticides in the soft drinks
or about beef and other filthy stuff in every food items: credit goes to these
people. These agents of fear post so many life threatening messages that kids
are now doubtful if Munch is made by dried shit of some endangered species.
Nothing to say about the loads of emotional messages about friends, mother,
father , uncle, cousin and who not. Have some of them reached Assam : its kinda
flooded these days!
6. The Ketan Mehtas: The so called 50 Mb ‘short
films’ and videos are so enthusiastically shared as if it was produced under
their banner and they have invested crores. Seriously! Given the 1 GB datapack
in Rs. 297, who would download those ‘memorious’ bulky videos about some self
proclaimed actor Varun (not Varun Dhawan). But thanks to office wi-fi that
makes me feel sometime that I am kind of overpaid.
But
why do we have to endure all these nincompoops, just because these groups
provide some valuable info at times. But again your participation is subject to
the whims and fancies of the group admin who can anytime kick you out. Will it
not be awesome if we could have these info without being forced to bear these
unbearable?
