How many times have we had this conversation with our friends, “do not upload these pics. My mom is on Facebook ” , “Yeah, even my mom is on Facebook. But I usually block all my family people”. Others say, “I did not accept my dad’s friend request till date”. The two exchange looks that read I-know-how-that-feels-bro. It’s not just mom; brother, sister, cousins, nephews, uncles, aunts, neighbors, neighbor’s 3rd son’s 5th grade friend. The more such people you add, the less active you become on Facebook. Still, some of us tend to accept their friend request and undertake the risk – Brace yourselves men! Winter is coming. A common phrase we hear these days. “My mom is on Facebook”. And then one masters the art of manipulating the privacy settings of Facebook.
Oh yeah, once they join Facebook, they don’t just remain passive do they? They update their profiles, their school, college, upload pictures, change their relationship status to “Married”, and what not! One fine day I see 6 notifications, all pointing to the one picture my mom has uploaded. Surprisingly, she has managed to switch on the UPS, and then the desktop that is supposed to be in trash ages back, browse for an old picture of mine (luckily not a 3 yr old photo) and upload it on Facebook. I called her up as soon as I saw this picture hit my feeds. I started with the usual what, why, how, when, who questions. And the conversation turned out to be strictly sensational! Here goes the interesting chat. Better in Tamil, English subtitles available 😉
Mom: Thambi, naa un photo upload pannen da iniku. (Today I uploaded a photo of yours)
Me: adra sakka… seriii okayy..aprom? (Nice mom! And..? )
Mom: Pannitu, andha pic la mouse ah un face pakkathula kondu pona udane oru square vanduchu
(A square box appeared whenever I tried took the cursor near your face)
Me: ahnn seriiiii…. (oh alright..)
Mom: aprom adhuku keela “type any name” nu kettuchu… (It said “type any name” below)
Me: serrriiiiiiiiii…. (OKAYYYYY)
Mom: naa “a..s..h..” nu type panna odane un peru vandruchu da… adha naa click panniten.
(As I typed “a,s,h..” it found out your name and displayed it in the suggestion list. I clicked your name there)
Me: seri okayyy…. aparom? (Alright.. and?)
Mom: aprom enna nu therila… sudden ah enaku neraya notifications vara aramchuruchu.. unnoda facebook profile ah andha picture kuda link panniruchu pola… enna panna nu therila.. so nanum odane comment pannitu logout panniten.
(And then all of a sudden the notifications started pouring in! people started liking that pic, a few of them even commented on it. I think your Facebook profile is being linked to that picture. Since I did not know what to do, I commented back and logged out of my account immediately)
I had to pause for a while and laugh it all out before we resumed the conversation! Felt like my mom had just answered a 10 mark essay type question on “How to tag your son on Facebook”. As soon I was tagged in that picture, friends started commenting as usual.
The best part is yet to come. Watching others comment on my picture, my mom has been thinking of some really nice lines to comment! She has been thinking and thinking and thinking.. and finally comes up with a thirukural . Of all the catchy lines she could think of, THIRUKURAL! In bold capital letters. I was shocked and kind of amazed to see that comment on my picture 😀 Apparently, that thirukural comment of hers got the maximum number of likes too. I enjoyed the whole scene unfold itself into a sensational phone conversation.
The older generation is slowly entering the web world! Sooner or later I am planning to write a book “Skype for mummies”, so that we can have a phone conversation like the above and not like “Hello? can you hear me? Mom! switch on the modem, and then double click Skype icon… NO MOM! not the internet explorer again!! “. She has been trying to learn Facebook, and tagging photos was her first chapter.I wouldn’t mind if she reaches until the poking chapter, but I really wish she doesn’t reach the stalking chapter.
Miss you ma!