PurpleShake

Yes, it is dying. Push email is now in every smart phone (honest fact – UI may be better however, the usability of BB emails is still far better). What else is there in BB that people actually love it? It is the BBM addiction. A lot of us are getting rid of BB for some sleek designed android and apple smart phones. OK, some are going for windows mobile too. However, it may be to keep up with the trend, not because BBM is crap.

There are alternatives to BBM, whats-app being the mostly used by users of every platform. I have tried to use it. I still do use whats-app for friends and family who do not use BB. However, it is NOT BBM. Blackberry Messenger is fast. And, I am used to it.

The only reason I will be getting rid of my BB is probably to end my BBM addiction which is not that great. I prefer not to rely on any material thing and I know this gadget has become a real part of my life. Not cool!

Everyone talking about BB to not cope up with the upcoming competitive market in the cellular industry, I don’t know if that will happen so soon. Blackberry is an addiction. A good one or not, that’s something yet to be discovered.

Chao. Thanks for reading a random post after long!

My mind speaks sense, guides me through simple logic and highlights the consequences for every action I would do. Satisfaction! And I love the peace which follows this satisfaction. I close my eyes and when I open them I’m in a different world surrounded by waterfall, river, flowers, chirping birds and the smiling sun.  I wish I live there forever.

But then there comes the enemy of my inner tranquility. Read the rest of this entry »

I’ve survived on imaginary conversations
Making it up as I go along
Tell me, did you really mean it
Or did I put those words in your mouth?

The dress rehearsal goes well.
How long before I blink to find you gone?
*blink*

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To assume I know you. An assumption altogether unfair. An implication that there is no more to you.
Nothing you would do now would be surprising.

If for some reason it is, it’s an exception rather then the rule.
A categorization.
A boxing.
A neat slotting.
An insult.

Or maybe not.

A comfort. A sense of belonging that someone finds you familiar. A sense of security that another knows your next move. A knowledge that any eccentricity will be taken as just that.
Excused as a once in a lifetime thing.

You are as you are, and someone else knows it.