Long ago, far away, there lived a girl, let’s call her Dhvani. She was a normal girl living in a normal world. However, Dhvani was an adventure loving girl, just like Dora the explorer. So she used to seek out adventures in the normal real world of hers.
One day, one such attempt led her to a gate. A majestic gate. Being the adventurous, courageous girl she was, she went through the gate and viola, she was in a completely different world, just like in the chronicles of Narnia.
This new world was really new. She could see the construction sites everywhere. They were expanding it fast. She loved this new world and started visiting there often.
One day, while cruising through this new world she came upon a town called Blogspot and what an amazing town was that. The towns folk had a peculiar tradition, they would put the pages of their personal diary on the door of their home for everyone to read. Dhvani was hesitant at first. She didn’t want to read anyone’s personal diary but it seem to be the custom of this town. People would come by from everywhere and read these pages and leave their comments on little post-its for the owner.
Though not everyone would put the pages of their personal diary on their home, some would instead put an article about current affairs, few others would put their outrage at some social issue, while few others simply wrote about the latest market products.
Slowly, Dhvani also gave up her hesitation and started leaving comments for the owners. Then, one day, it occurred to her that she can also own a home in this town and put pages from her personal diary there. So she started building her own home. Once she was done, she started putting up her thoughts on the paper and display it for everyone to see. It was a curious feeling. She felt exposed and very uncomfortable, initially. But with time, she got over this feeling. The comments from kind visitors helped her.
Initially no one knew about her home and hence, she had very few visitors. Again with time, she found people who thought like she did and she made friends. Some neighbors became regular visitors and some friends from the real world joined in too. She now had friends in this new world.
One day while cruising through the town she came across a board saying
She was amused and asked the people around about this new site. It turned out to be another town like Blogspot but with fancier apartments. She was intrigued and poked around a bit. The plans looked great and she thought she will come back when they are finished.
Meanwhile, a friend of her invited her to another town called Orkut. It was yet another strange town. All the homes had a notepad attached to it. They called it a scrapbook. She found a lot friends of her from the real world cruising around in this town. She had lost touch with quiet a few of them. She was so happy to see them that she decided to build a home in this town as well.
In the neighborhood of this town, she found yet another town. This town was called Facebook. It was a much sophisticated town. The notepads here were magically enchanted so that only the friends of the owner can read what was written there. Dhvani liked this idea very much and hence made a home in this town as well. This new town had a lot more facilities than Orkut. It also had a big playground where they had several games as Sudoku, Farmville, Cafe world etc. But the best feature of this town was the marquee sign board in front of her house. It displayed the latest statuses as well as any other news from her friends. She could keep in touch with all her friends from one place and wouldn’t have to travel from home to home. She started spending a lot of time in this town.
One day while she was travelling from Blogspot to Facebook, she discovered another town on the highway. This town was growing very fast. So one day she decided to check it out. The name of the town was Twitter. Like Facebook, Orkut and Blogspot, it also had notepads in the front of house but they were much smaller in size and they were magically enchanted so that no one can write more than 140 words on one page. Technically one can use several pages to write messages lengthier than 140 words but there was no way to stick these pages together. Although fascinating, she was not too enchanted by this town. Yet, as she already had so many homes in this new world, she build a small home here as well, though she didn’t visit it too often.
Years passed by and a lot of things changed. Some of her neighbors, some friends moved from Blogpot to Wordpress that has changed to a posh city. Being an the sentimental fool that she was, she remained in the old town. Some of her friends moved to suburbs that offered them their own street names (known as ‘domain names’ in the new world).
Her number of friends both on Orkut and Facebook increased to hundreds. She found a lot of long lost friends that she never thought she would see again. All of a sudden the real world became a very small space that can be fitted in this new world.
Some of the people who were famous in this new world, started writing books in the real world. Some other bloggers (the resident of Blogspot and Wordpress) started taking part in umpteen number of competitions. Some other simply started writing in preset formats as 55-fiction or Wordless Wednesday. Being the old-fashioned type that she was, she initially resisted such things and then realized how fast everything had been changing, anyway. Who can decide the rules of this new world? This was a complete and absolute anarchy at work. Who decides, then, what is good and what is bad, what is right and what is wrong here?
Disclaimer: 1. All the characters in this story are fictitious and any resemblance to any person, live or dead, is completely coincidental.
2. All the logos are trademark of the companies and author do not claim to own any of them.
3. The art works were made using Microsoft clip art. Most of the Microsoft clip arts are in public domain.
P.S.: No writing prompt for today. This was the bed time story that I told myself last night. It sounded like fun in my head. I am not fiction writer, just putting a bed time story in words..