Tuesday, March 22, 2011

This stats application is very addictive.
I have an idea for Facebook. They should have a stats-like application where every person can track and view his/her profile views.
It will make Facebook even more addictive. People will begin to get competitive about increasing their pageviews. This will lead to more time being spent on FB, more picture uploads, status msgs, comments, likes, etc. This is good for generating ad revenue.
Its hard to believe that FB hasnt thought of this as yet.. maybe they have some reasons for not implementing it.

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Today I realised how protected a world I live in.
I was strolling about in Lokhandwala market today afternoon, window shopping. Actually gaping at all the horrendous clothes on the mannequins. They looked like something a gay character would wear in an insensitive Bollywood comedy. Red harem pants with a deep neck netty top and some horrid shoes.. don't ask.

Who buys all these clothes?
Lokhandwala is filled with wannabe actors and models. They think glamour equals shiny, tight and revealing clothes. They are also bought by dancers and 'party boys and girls' because that is what their clients expect them to wear, and what they like probably.

There are also normal ugly clothes, for student types, mostly. I should not generalize.

Because I passed a shop where something actually looked decent. So I stepped in to have a better look.
I saw a male model who i'd worked with earlier inside.
'Hi' I smiled, although he didnt look too happy to see me.

'Accha kuch nahi chahiye,' (Ok, I don't want anything) he told the salesman and stepped out hurridly.
I walked up to the counter and asked the same salesman to show me the top displayed on the window.
'Sure madam' he said, as he swept aside also the male thongs.

Thongs. Oh thats why he was embarrassed.
And what kinds of thongs.
Net, with zips, holes,laces and other kinds of kinks.

Maybe something a gigolo would wear.
Or someone who's partner likes such garments.

And I realised with a shock that there were stores and stores selling kinky underwear here.
So people must be buying it.
Either for personal or business use.

I mean 'its' obvious. There is nothing to be shocked about.
But I feel sad for the people who have to do this. Its the dark side.
It creeps me out.

I have been kept so protected from all of this.

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Imagine the guys and girls who shoot for all these catalogues of kinky undergarments that are always put up in the changing rooms of these lokhandwala stores.

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And to top it off, when I was coming home, I saw a father begger lecherously handling his daughter while the mother and children were sitting around.
He was touching and talking, not doing anything at that moment, but the look was lust-filled.
And the mother was observing him as if this was the natural way of things.

Ive once seen a young beggar girl having to pee pressed up against a wall on a busy road, while motorists whistled and passed comments. Where would she go?
What must be happening to her at night?
It breaks my heart.

Even a cow wont give birth in full public view, do you know? And these people.

But they still come to the city in hordes. Not the ones who have been born here obviously.
Food and freedom are better than privacy, they must think.

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