Tag Archives: English

Law of Preity Zinta

28 Jan

Mohitoz’ Law #224

Just because I tweet from where I sh*t, it doesn’t mean I’m a twit.

Preity Zinta

Stuck in a toilet, Ms Zinta tweeted while she waited...

Law of Proofreaders

14 Nov

Mohitoz’ Law #144

The penis mightier than the sword.

First Law of Sindhis

24 Sep

Mohitoz’ Law #86

Hullo=Goodbye.

(Decoded for my non-Sindhi friends: the Sindhi word for “let’s go” is “hullo”… I kid thee not.)

Law of CBSE Students

8 Sep

Mohitoz’ Law #66

End of school is end of boardom.

Law of Spellings

7 Sep

Mohitoz’ Law #63

i before e, except after c.

Three for One

16 Jun

They are three characters who have co-existed alongside each other for over a century: two of them are neighbours, the third lives just one row away. But they do meet these days in a manner and frequency that would have surprised Christopher Latham Sholes. He didn’t create these three fellows; merely ordained where they should be.

The ones who are close look down – literally – at their occasional companion with a look that smacks of superiority. Individually, they perform very different tasks and were created for specific roles that have, somehow, lost their meaning in today’s hurly-burly careless world. They may have disappeared from the permanence of paper but have been infused with a new vitality digitally with the poor guy at the bottom jumping out of the keyboard and initiating the existence of all three as one team.

When they do come together, these colourless, cold characters can light up a forlorn face in the twinkling of an eye. Some days, you just wait for them to appear in a rare reply to an email or to an SMS (perhaps it’s the rarity with which they come together that makes the trio even more valuable).

Maybe they should be brought together more often and sent out to someone waiting for a smile.

Or a : – )

Fwittering

30 Apr

A couple of weeks ago, I joined the league of people who tweet away.

It started as an exercise in educating myself to figure out what the 140-character-microblogging syndrome was all about. And to see if it could be put to any productive use because it seemed like an addictive distraction. Some of it is useful – especially if you follow NYT, Economist, Wired, O’Reilly, GigaOm, Guy Kawasaki and a few real-life acquaintances who aren’t busy tweeting about inane stuff like going to the loo or listing out what they ate for breakfast (before they went to the loo)! And it could be more useful if Maruti Suzuki evolved its Traffic Beat service from FM radio to Twitter to tell people which roads to avoid in real time, or if a helpful Jat could update others on shops that still stock beer in Delhi/Gurgaon when the temperature’s hitting 43 Celsius and there’s no Kingfisher to be found nearby…or even the best deals on veggies in the morning (why does Pizza Hut insist on wasting paper slipping in offers into newspapers?).

But, yes, Twitter can be addictive and distracting. In this multi-tasking era of hyperactive thumb-texting, it’s a fad worth considering only if you don’t get carried away: interestingly, a research reports that over 60% of Twitter users drop out after the first month.

On a particularly distracted day – alternating between Facebook and Twitter and between their web and mobile versions – I realised how unproductive life could be. Which is how the term fwittering was coined and submitted as entry no. 13 to Urban Dictionary: ‘a verb which describes the act of frittering away valuable time between Facebook and Twitter by posting status updates or tweets on both.’

No pun intended but go thumb it on UD.

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