App Trap

Some messages that come on WhatsApp make me cry.  Because I’ll be reading them for the umpteenth time. 

Why should my mornings begin with these?

WhatsApp is the only messaging app I have on my phone.  Until a few days back there was FB Messenger too.  I uninstalled Messenger the moment one particular friend snapped the friendship.  Santosh used to write meaningful things and I loved reading them.  It was only for him I installed Messenger.  His writings were poetic, philosophical, funny, personal, bizarre, and just anything depending on his mood.  I loved each one of them for the resplendent personality behind them.  Then some well-wishers came between us.  Well-wishers have been my nemesis for most part of my life.  They ruined my happiness whenever they got an opportunity to do so. 

Well-wishers rule the roost of messaging apps.  I get at least a hundred messages from them every day.  Clichéd rules of thumb, jokes that have gathered patina over time, muffled trumpet-blowing.  I have stopped opening most of them.  I need WhatsApp because sometimes my workplace issues important messages on it.

Some jokes are welcome :)

I would install as many messaging apps as you please provided there were more Santoshes in the world.  I love writing that comes from one’s own heart.  I don’t understand why people send to me things written by unknown others.  What interests me is you, you as an individual.  What do you have to say to me? 

“Eeeee…”  Santosh would write sometimes in response to my remark or comment.  Even that Eeeee held a kaleidoscope of meaning for me.  That sort of meaning is what I look for in any text; one’s own meaning, not borrowed ones.  Borrowed meanings are as useless to me as religions.  That’s why messaging apps and I don’t get along well.

Beauty queens from Saudi Arabia.
Sent via WhatsApp by a friend with a good sense of humour.
This was fantastic. I hope it won't gather patina with nauseating repetition.