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“Which topi did you buy?”  She asked while her fingers flew with supersonic speed on the virtual keypad of the smartphone commenting on the selfies posted by her countless friends on Facebook.

“Your favourite brand,” he said indifferently.  He was busy with the selfie videos posted by his other girlfriends on Whatsapp.  He couldn’t remember which her favourite brand was.  It doesn’t matter, he knew.  She was not likely to notice it.  What does the brand name of an artificial skin matter when the bliss experienced by real skins explodes like a neural bomb in the brain making it oblivious to everything else?  He knew girls well enough to understand that their brand choices were only ways of inflating their already overblown egos. 

“Hey, look here,” she said.  “Our PM has sent a selfie after casting his vote.”

“He is our leader,” he said without looking at what she was playing with.  He was busy with his own selfie messages on Whatsapp.  But he added, “The leader of selfies.”

“When are you taking me to dinner?” another girlfriend was enquiring after sending him a beautiful selfie video of hers.

“2moro, darlin,” he punched in his response quickly.  “bzy 2dy.”

And he clicked his latest selfie and sent it to her.

“Shall we go?” he asked switching from the virtual to the real.

“Oh, yeah.”  She said.  “Just a moment.”  She clicked a selfie and enriched the Facebook with it.  “Ready,” she sounded contented.


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  1. Indian SatireOctober 26, 2014 at 7:29 AM

    In the land of blind, the one eyed is the king. Won't say more

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalOctober 26, 2014 at 12:29 PM

      Not blind, rather too many eyes open. Recently an 'Open' columnist wrote that our PM is his own image consultant and interpreter. India was just waiting for someone like that, it seems. The whole of India may become their own image consultant and interpreter soon. That's the new mantra.

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  2. VinithaOctober 26, 2014 at 1:25 PM

    :) The Selfie Mania!

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  3. UnknownOctober 26, 2014 at 6:53 PM

    Great post...very insightful...thanks for sharing..

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  4. All Top SecretOctober 26, 2014 at 7:46 PM

    Great post........feel better to read this post.............
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  5. Vikram SuryawanshiOctober 26, 2014 at 9:26 PM

    That was short n sweet..... :)

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  6. Sheeba SreenivasanOctober 26, 2014 at 9:36 PM

    A perfect and effective way to convey the current craze of our country you really nailed it sir.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalOctober 27, 2014 at 2:35 PM

      It's always amusing to watch youngsters nowadays, whether in the metro train, or cafeteria, or just anywhere - they're always busy with their mobile phones. And most pics they put are of their own. Hence this story...

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  7. UnknownOctober 27, 2014 at 12:22 PM

    A laugh riot right from the word Go.

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  8. Arpita DashOctober 27, 2014 at 8:52 PM

    Really nice post, the way you convert reality into fiction....

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalOctober 28, 2014 at 1:03 PM

      Not difficult to create this kind of fiction, Arpita, because it is the actual reality translated into words.

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