a dose of ramble

i don't chat often... i don't like the idea of words appearing on screen...talking to an inanimate monitor....
if my great great grandmom wud have seen me laughing at a monitor... she'd straight away head me to the mentals.... if they had n e in those days...
n e ways, Radhakrishnan starts his bk - Religion and Culture with ...The world has been shrinking at an increasing pace with the advance of communications and technology... and i talked with my fren half way across the globe as if she were beside me through this inanimate screen... and i was thrilled by the presence of her.. and it brought back good memories and we chuckled with the he he and ha ha typed all over...
and people fall in love with their web cams on .... and the voice chat thing....all these make face to face an old fashioned community... but i am one of the old fashioned ones... nothing beats the f2f thing....
one of my frens... actually two of my frens whose b'days just went by this jan... got a little cross... no cards.. u didn't wish me she said....
i don't like e-cards, i said... especially finding the right one... sending n e of them at random is irrelevant.... the process of choosing a good one is irritating.... you need to be lucky... n for me who is totally unfatalistic or is it infatalistic?...i don't have the patience...
and with all the customizing we talk in marketing... i jus wonder how much of it i get as a customer...
so there is this trend i find pretty interesting ... customizing reminds me of this....
the kathmandu market is all for one piece thing for a change... i got a gift for my friend... i wanted a ditto a few days later for another of my friends... and the lady at the counter says... no, we only make one piece.. that makes them special...wow!
and i bought a kurta piece... found it damaged... i want the ditto piece ... just exchanged for a good one.... no, says the bald man among the colorful dozen kurta pieces... they just come in one pieces, they are special.... in a rage, i felt like 'to hell with special... could some one pls bring the mass production back...'
but as soon as i thought of it ... i took back my thoughts... suddenly i remembered the chinese goods' inundation... how can n e one forget that... we are still trying to gasp for some air under it.