“Rooooosh...”
“Haaaa...” takes super-human effort to get out of the
incredibly comfortable spot on the sofa while watching the nth re-run of
FRIENDS. “Ya Maa, what is it?”
“I’ve got a Facebook friend request. What do I do?
Teach me na...”
Visions of my mad online world came crashing down. If
The Parents ever see the rubbish I post or am tagged in, oh baap re!
Images of The Mother’s ‘likes’ or ‘comments’ under my
pictures and statuses freaked me out!
So how do I neatly get out of this one?
“Ya Maa, I’ll teach you. We’ll make an account and all
that. Just watching something on TV; will do it in the next hour.”
“Ok...”
As I run back
to FRIENDS, Mum tinkers around the net for a little more time and then signs
off. I log in. Change my account settings and make sure other than ‘Friends’ no
can see anything of my profile.
Then I help Mum create an account, find friends, help
her around people’s walls and all that.
“Ok nice. Now let me see your profile.”
Yikes!
“Arre why do you want to see all that... let it be na.
Am hungry, make something yummy na, please.”
While having lunch one day, dad asked, “Who is this
boy on your profile picture? And why is he holding you like that?”
Ohmygod!
I looked up from my plate. “Who? What?” *lame way of buying
time*
“I saw on your Facebook profile picture.”
“How...”
“Yes, I made an account on Facebook.” And he grins in
my face like he had climbed Everest.
“Ah, that... we all were just doing some masti.”
So mum and dad are on Facebook — but not my ‘friends’
yet. There is little peace in knowing that they can see only a limited profile.
Not that my FB life is crazy, just that I wouldn’t like them watching over my
online antics.
There are a few of my friends who also have their
parents on Facebook AND on their Friend list. I see them commenting on their
children’s statuses and photos and everyone living in peace.
Makes me think of adding my parents as ‘friends’.
Still hesitant.
To do or not to do?
