CHAT---AN ESCAPE FROM REALITY OR A DOOR TO THE PERCEPTION OF HUMAN MIND
AN ESCAPE FROM REALITY, OR
MY MEANS OF TRANSPORTATION, FROM
HAUNTING REALITY, TO
THAT'S WHAT CHAT IS TO ME.
I know it's wrong and being a psychology student I also know the implications of escaping from reality to the world of fiction but at that time my taking refuge in the world of make-believe and fiction was the key to sustaining my sanity. During the long and gloomy hours of recovery and despair chat was my only connection with the outside world; with strangers who didn't mortify me with sympathetic glances and useless emotional trauma.
Let me take you people on the journey I walked down, which was paved with the tears I shed and the knowledge I gained about the species called HUMANS in this chat world.
That day when after fighting with my parents on a trivial issue I stormed out, I never realized that I'm going to face a horror which is going to change my outlook and perspective towards life forever. I didn't know I'm leaving behind a cocoon of bliss and serenity. I was just running away from the SWORD OF DAMOCLES hanging on my head, and there on the road was standing my bewitched fan who got so hypnotized by my tears that he couldn't contain himself and threw himself in my way, to be crucified. Yeah that was the FAMOUS ELECTRIC POLE who will go down in history for banging into my car. And yes HE banged into my car - I didn't bang into him. TRUST ME.
So started the nightmare...
As usual, I took refuge in falling fast asleep on the road, in other words - losing consciousness. Though my brother described my knack of doing that in this way:
OUR DEAR SISTER USUALLY WALKS ON THE BORDERLINE OF SANITY AND INSANITY AND CAN DRIFT TOWARDS ANYSIDE, ANYTIME! (well guess very few of us have the knack and capability of doing it so I'm the BLESSED one)
Anyways this torture of my revival story I will write in other blog as you people know how I love to blabber and I really believe in torturing tou people with my sequels.
So I was hospitalized and then under house-arrest and during that recovery period I tried everything to pass the long hours - from catching flies with one hand or shattering my mothers nerves. I even managed to do my Masters in Mills and Boon romantic novels. Now I can even tell you guys what happens at what page and how the TALL DARK AND HANDSOME HERO SWEEPS THE TINY PETITE BLONDE OFF HER FEET.
So my cousin recommended that I chat my head-off on two conditions:
1. Never take this world seriously
2. Stay away from international room.
So I started chatting in a big way. The first thing that hit me when I entered the chat world was - ASL. The moment you enter a room you are hit by SHOCK and AWE bombardment. You can survive the awe attack=asl, but shock being the PMs is really hard to survive. That lovely pink coloured font which the guys use so happily to satisfy their frustrating needs.
The first PM I received was enugh to make my eyes pop out. By the second one I wanted to bang my head and by the third I wanted to commit HARAKARI, there and then.
BUT the thing which intrigued me most was the diversity of human minds at one platform. I never managed to learn that much about humans and their behaviour in any place other than chat. They lie, they cheat, they abuse, they whirl you around, take you on a joy ride. It's a world wrld apart frm our normal existence. Here the only way of knowing the other person is through his and her NICK, and the words they use to portray themselves - which is again a very dicey affair. Some people use their words with so much of grace and skill that I really believe now that - THE KEYBOARD IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD !
I saw so many relationships forming in front of my eyes; treading on such thin grounds as ASL without the factor of authenticity backing them. I really wondered at times about these net relationships are they as baseless as they seem to be or do they dig their feet somewhere?
But I must say one thing - this chat world showed me a new meaning of knowledge. I dont know about others - but I have learnt so much during these past 5 months in every vista of life it showed me.
FAILURE ISN'T A PERSON IT'S JUST AN EVENT
With the help of chatting I put the jigsaw puzzle of my sanity back. It was like an oasis of serenity in my desert of isolation. It taught me -
NEVER TO JUDGE THE BOOK BY THE COVER IT KEEPS
Like I met some people on the net whose nicks or words denote CAUTION ;;- PORN - STAY AWAY! But when somehow I actually managed to talk to them they were totally different from what the cover was expressing. They were some of the most decent people belonging to the intellectual brigade wrapped in the casing of abuses and porn - but real gems from inside.
Then I also learnt human emotions are the toughest of customers who make us dance like puppets on a string. People use emotions or sometimes exploit them to an extent here without realizing that though here in the chat world it is only faceless nicks. But behind these nicks there are actual human beings who are blessed with the ability to feel or get hurt as well. They forget sometimes that when the cup fell all the kings horses and men couldn't put humpty dumpty together again.
Theres something I would like to end this part on:
IF U DO GOOD PPL WILL ACCUSE U OF ULTERIOR MOTIVES
PPL R UNREASONABLE, ILLOGICAL AND SELF CENTERED
IF U R SUCCESSFUL, U WILL WIN FABLE FRIENDS AND TRUE ENEMIES
THE BIGGEST PPL WITH THE BIGGEST IDEAS
CAN BE SHOT DOWN
BY THE SMALLEST OF PPL WITH THE SMALLEST OF WEAPON
THINK BIG ANYWAYS
PPL FAVOR UNDERDOGS BUT FOLLOW TOP DOGS ONLY
FIGHT FR UNDER DOGSANY WAY
GIVE THE WRLDTHE BESTU HAVE
ANDU WILL GET KICKED IN THE TEETH
GIVE THE WWORLD UR BEST ANYWAY
Anyways I have to cut it here as I have a class in 25mins and have to run. You people wait for the next episode. This was just the introductory pilot. The substance is yet to come -- like IT SUPERSTARS AND MY IMPRESSIONS ABT THEM...
-- TO BE CONTINUED (WAIT FOR THE HORROR 2 BEGIN) --
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