Me, myself and no Irene

The wait began on Friday. And it began after a flurry of emails and messages from the school and friends bombarded my inbox warning me against one of the possibly most destructive hurricanes the East Coast would have ever seen.

I was delighted. After all, it would be my first ever meet with Irene. I had to be prepared. It had to be an experience to cherish as I would watch her strut down towards me with unmatched grace. As everything in her way would fall apart or get out of the way to let her through. And so I prepared. They told us to stay indoors. I did with all the patience I could muster. They advised us to stock our refrigerators with supplies that could last an eternity. I emptied all the CVS shelves. And then I waited.

The news channel was sure it would blast through the skies on Saturday. I watched the skies all day but nothing happened. A few drops tickled my senses in anticipation of bigger things to come. But that never materialized. The news then warned us about the Super Sunday- when we could be blown away. And so I waited again for her. Maybe she wasn't ready enough to meet me, I thought, as I lay awake all night. Sunday arrived. And Sunday went by. With a lull, but a lull without the storm. And so the wait continues to meet my Irene some other day.

Mirror

What would you do if you stood in front of the mirror and were unable to tell which one is real- you or your reflection? Could you ever be the reflection of your own reflection? An unassuming statement by a friend made me reflect upon it and realize that we could actually perceive ourselves to be reflections of our reflections!

It was a very simple observation made by him. In the middle of B-school frenzy and mad partying, he says, "Aren't we just behaving just like we do on FB?" He was quite right. Random Hi's, comments on unknown people's issues, and attempts to meet/"befriend" as many people as possible. So we were mirroring FB in real life.

But wasn't FB created to mirror what we really want from life or are doing in our lives? Is it actually possible that we may treat online networking media like FB as our primary or the "real" means of communication in the future, with our bodies acting as pure machines fixed to their slots in the houses while our minds meet virtually, work virtually, play virtually and "live" virtually?