Now that my folks are on FACEBOOK, I've got to be extra careful on what I post and more importantly to filter photos and comments on my status updates. My dear friends.. please think twice before you comment on my status update :D
Mum has made some real good friends with women in her age group since she joined FACEBOOK in 2006. Farming and fishing virtually is a fun filled activity she enjoys besides her usual Tanjore painting and sketching. Some of her friends actually came over and stayed with us for a couple of days. These were complete stranger whom she had never met and yet bonded as like little girls playing with their barbie dolls. Gossiping about mothers-in-law and sisters-in-law is a such a nice way to unwind ( I'm going to get thrashed for this !!)
Dad has been on FACEBOOK for two months and he is really thrilled. Connecting with friends from school, college and the Academy, he couldn't have asked for sweeter networking application - meeting friends whom he last saw in vest and shorts and now.. they have grandchildren !!
My dad having served the tour of duty in Sri Lanka during the IPKF operation, never spoke about it. He only mentioned the scenic beaches and the beautiful country side. Only a photo album of snaps clicked in Jaffna, Trincomalee and Batticaloa remain. Every time I treaded the topic, he would digress. However, this afternoon I was chatting with him on FACEBOOK and he asked me to download a documentary on Sri Lanka's war with LTTE. One thing lead to another and we started talking about his stint. He told me lots of stories and the realities of war coupled with the effect it has on human psyche. I realized that he had typed so much. This was the first time that he spoke about his 6 months stint in a land where he speaks Tamil just like them !! Soon, it became intense and I felt goosebumps all over my arms.
I logged out and headed back home. It dawned to me that Facebook had actually broken down a barrier and opened a new line of communication. I may have never gotten to know the realities of war, stories of bravado, the feeling of your buddies die in your arms and other war related atrocities.
I logged out and headed back home. It dawned to me that Facebook had actually broken down a barrier and opened a new line of communication. I may have never gotten to know the realities of war, stories of bravado, the feeling of your buddies die in your arms and other war related atrocities.
