I’m an addict! Addicted to twitter. Many times I have tried to come out of it, only to go back to find a solace there.
Solace? In twitter? After much thought, I decided to leave that word as it is. Twitter in the last few years had been a part of my life. I rarely do WhatsApp groups. Almost never open Instagram. Facebook, once in a few days, only for a few minutes. Yet twitter has been addictive.
What do I find there? Why do I go back to that small place again and again? Strangely I find hatred and abuse prevalent in twitter, and both of them annoys me. I had often found twitter to be obnoxiously abusive, that I had thought there is no hope for mankind. Twitter breeds hatred. People come to twitter often to hate. Hate and abuse are the only two words I could go to when I describe twitter. Strange that twitter with all its hate anger and abuse is where I find solace! Oxymoronic, ain’t I?
Then I found this group of friends on twitter. I went on this wonderful conception called the food walk done by one Twitterati. We just went around different shops tasting different food.
In one of those shops where we caught some breath, I was watching a few in the group talking to each other. They looked like good friends. You could see love and respect. On prompting they said they had known each other through twitter. And one of them even said most of the best friends of life are from twitter.
It suddenly dawned on me I had been doing twitter and to a large extent the social media wrong. Of course, abuse on social media will continue. Surely I will revel in what I had done all this while; to look for the latest updates on the country and its polity and weep. In all probability, I will again go mad reading through the insanity my twitter world had been. But through it all, I surely now know, that there are small pockets of beauty and love in this vile world; And I’m thankful that I saw one of them today.
