An old boy sent me a very sardonic little Bangla essay mocking the ongoing Facebook mania, and my daughter has written her own blogpost around it. Do take a look...
Anybody remember orkut today? I wrote a post titled 'orkut, anyone?' years ago. The reader might visit that too, and then look up this link once again.
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Thanks, everybody who made my daughter happy by visiting her blogpost and (especially-) commenting on it.
Dear Suvro
The surprising thing is that your daughter writes better English than you do. She is more fluid and somehow natural.
(while remaining equally rich & dignified).
Had I known her even as I do you, (met you perhaps twice at the most in 1982 while visiting cousins Munna & Neenadidi in your town)
I would have posted a comment there.
I had twice deactivated my facebook a/c. But my "children " (young adults I have trained, taught or coached around the country) had got ballistic - yes !
They felt I was letting them down.
They prefer it as a medium of staying in touch --somehow.
(So do a few aged friends abroad.)
This despite me never having gotten populist or, on occasion, even polite. When they spew their Z-rich and K-rich lingo (eg:- okiezzz, lolzzz, skul, kewl)
I may mock them less than gently.
Today, though,
I piggybacked on your daughter instead - without permission !
Doing, I guess, what the Ogabogas and Jodumodus do, I leveraged the open-source, free-for-all nature of the medium and posted the URL of her blogspot right up on my facebook wall.
(along with a 1-line cue of my own).
They are all older than her. Let them see a schoolgirl writing properly.
In our dismal times, may God bless the oasis of education that you seem to have created in your family.
Goodnight.
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