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June 1, 2011

Social Networks & Us & Our Privacy

As we enter a new era marked by social networking, the importance of security and privacy of information has risen exponentially.
Privacy – Ah! How safe it sounds. How it allows you to sleep comfortably at night (and for most geeks than jocks, during the day). But, is ‘safe’ the right word to describe the current sphere of social networking? I doubt it. Present day social networks believe in the equality of all those that are a part of your network. One of the underlying principles of the same is sharing. The amount of privacy offered on social networking sites which thrive on the concept of sharing is highly debatable. Since the whole foundation of such an industry is to share with others to the maximum possible extent, privacy inevitably takes a backseat. Share as much as you can, as much as you can possibly imagine, with no strings attached, create your digital self and assign it a username and protect it with a password. Protect what’s not yours. Yes, you heard it right. The data is not yours, if not ethically, then legally for sure. And though “it’s complicated” as to who really does own that data, in almost all the cases, it’s not you for sure!

  • Data meant to be private should remain private!
  • Data meant to be shared, should be shared.
  • Data meant to be shared with specific people should be shared with specific people.

The three mantras are worthy of a mention and are the basic philosophy that should be followed in practice for any social networking site.

How often does one read the terms and conditions for an iPhone app before downloading? How often does one read the EULA (End User License Agreement) before investing in a cloud computing vendor? As end user security is compromised using fine print, privacy is no longer personalized. Or is it? Behold the arrival of a new era of social networking where you’re sold what you’re being told!

MyCube, the vanguard of this new era, is a Singapore based startup, and underlines the importance of privacy, ownership and control, by offering the end user an opportunity to share information across the web, but also offers them complete control of whom to share it with, when and on what terms.  It stands firmly in the belief of the user being the proprietor of his/her data. No one but the user shall have the privilege of deciding the terms and conditions for the data he/she shares. (Sounds like sense to me!) This is in fact very logical. As information is mined off these websites to generate customized advertisements for revenue, the security risks being posed are far higher than we can imagine. Big social networking giants mine data from a user’s profile, which is in many cases is sold to an advertising firm compromising the ownership of the data. After all, an organization is making money on the basis of information that a user uploads on his/her profile is unethical and downright wrong.

Information today is freely available. Critical information shouldn’t be, unless, the author wants it to be. Here at MyCube, anyone who’s anyone can share personal data, be it pictures, videos, articles etc., give it away for free or charge for it in terms of ‘cubes’. And the user can attach payment values as low as a cent-- this payment technique devised by the MyCube developers is termed ‘nano-payment’.  And there you go, the onus of sharing and its extent of visibility becomes the responsibility of the owner and this allows strict monitoring of the information by the owner. This novel idea effectively negates most of the prominent issues regarding the security and privacy of information and could well be the way of the future. TnC coupled with digital monetization is a step ahead for assurance of being secured. With MyCube ‘privacy’ shall mean privacy again.

April 26, 2011

Dadi & Vishal

This goes out to my friend Vishal. You're always remembered my friend. A little something I've written for you, miss you everyday .. :( Happy birthday, here's hoping you're riding a bike with insane horse power and making God worry for you the way you made us. 
Saale, tune call nai kiya yaar .. Main aur Appu tere call ka wait kar rae the saale :( Koi nai .. Jab milega tab wasool lunga :D Wahan upar sabka khayaal rakhna .. And say 'Hi!' to Dadi for me .. Tell her that I love her and I always keep her in my prayers everyday.. :)
Love ya Daadi .. :) Love ya Vish.. =)
Aaasmaan mein jitne taarein hain .. Sabse pyara unme se tu hai ..
Mera Dost .. Mera Yaar ..
Jo pal bitaye tere saath maine, woh mere sabse pyaare hain ..
Teri Yaad .. Tera pyaar ..
Yaad aati hai aaj bhi mujhko, teri woh pagli baatein ..
Yaad aata hai aaj bhi mujhko ..
Mera Dost.. Mera Yaar ..

Love You Bro .. =) Happy Birthday :) You're here (♥) always ..

February 18, 2011

The Endless Fight With The Sub-conscience Mind - Foolish

Why is it, that sometimes, so trivial a stuff can hurt you? Why is it that you feel sad for your pathetic existence, feeling angry on a mirth-less yet delicate occasion? I had one of those feeling just a while back and hence this blog. I'm so glad, I have this.

Its really sad, how less we know the people around us, how much they don't share, how much they'd hide from you. But some don't mean you harm. Some do that, just so that they save you a headache, a punch on the wall, breaking of bones or intentional scratches. But how well do you  receive such a gesture? Anger is the most obvious outcome of such a scenario.

Was the person wrong in holding back that one thing that could've hurt you - No!
Do you care he/she cared for you so much so as to lie/hide - No!
Are you angry - Hell Yeah!
Is this irrational - Yes!
Do you care - Bah! No.

Human behaviour is fun to administer, unless, you're the lab rat.
I hate it sometimes, but I don't want to. But then again, I can't help it.


November 22, 2010

Sinned Again.

Dear Father,
Forgive me for I have sinned!

Yes, I have sinned. If not sinned then at least I'm stuck in this rut. And yes I have a confession too. I have this problem of 'not-letting-go'. Funny as it may sound, the fact that I'm writing this is in itself a classic example of the same. I had an argument. With a close friend. She pointed out this problem in me. Yes, I have 'it'! And someone she's annoyed with it.

So what if I didn't like something. I have to right to speak about it. And who would you, my  dear reader, tell what you're feeling inside? A close friend, a lover, someone who you've spent ages with? Well, theoretically yes, but the sad thing about the practical world is that nothing in it seems whats written in the books.

1) Self-help books - fuck em'! Never works. And I'll shove it down the person who offers me one.
2) Mythological books - who knows what happened!
3) Fairy Tales - ah...don't even get me started on that
4) Science & Astronomy - Might make sense, but who's seen it for himself? Albert.. You listening?

Books & People say, 'real friends accept you for who you are'. I know for one thing that she's a real friend to me, that brings me to the conclusion that the before said is unfortunately bull's crap! Pardon my language, will you? I guess not, you don't wanna accept me for who I am. You want a version of me who suits you. A version, you think is the real me. A version, you might wanna stick on to, but will you go ahead with the real 'me'? Well, I'm still to find people who would.

Face it, we're humans, we have flaws. And because we're humans, we find flaws in others.

Sad... The world is. And this is my sad contribution to the already sad world.

Forgive Me Father,
For I have sinned.

October 24, 2010

The New Girl's Best Friend

Diamonds are so old-school now! Women now prefer 'Tears'. Yes, tears. Who knew that the nasolacrimal duct aka the tear duct would take over the world someday. I for one, never did. Well, earlier known as the strongest weapon against mankind (after breasts ofcourse) women nowadays have learnt to tame the glands that secrete the transparent liquid-y anti-man-element. Be it any fight, be it any demand, we, the men shall serve.

Stuck in an argument ... Cry.
Know that you're wrong for doing something ... Cry - The saddest thing is that a man (usually) can't take his lady  crying. Hence, he shall, forget all his anger, serve to all her demands. I feel bad for men. But I feel worse still for women because turns out they don't do all of this for pretense, they somehow have a very low threshold for grief. They can't take you on an argument. They sometime take every mundane event to heart, so much so, that it pains them to realize the minutest detail going wrong. The main culprit of the whole scenario is them, the women, caring too much for too little a thing. I respect women. And no matter what the crying is all about, I still care for the one I have.

I hope to find the mysterious of the female mind someday. I hope a lot of tried and their efforts have been in vain, but I still will give it a shot. If I ever write a book on it, I'll try and keep it simple. Till then, have a good one.

Ciao.

October 6, 2010

All It Takes To Reck A Car Is A Dumbass & A Second

A Dumbass & A Second - We've got a lot of 'One Seconds', infact, we've got some 60 X 60 X 24 of it. Where the latter is the hard to find sometimes, thats where I come in. A day in my personal history which I'll always remember (and probably get chills) as 'the-day-I-wrecked-Dad's-car'. Man, I felt like jumping into the river so that it could take me to the land of no-four-wheel-drive! And no, thats not Iran/Iraq...well, maybe it is but thats not the point. The laws of physics does work and I practically experienced it when that 'thing' (often called 'circle') came right in front of my car. Now, I'm not saying that it was all the constructor's fault. Yes, I admit, I should have gone around it, but come on, gimme a break - I'm new to the whole four-wheel drive thing!

All that said, I can't explain how petrified/terrified/scarified/horrified I was after the whole incident. Its something like you're doing a decent 40 on your speedometer, singing songs which go something like 'la..lala..lalalal...lal...' and bam! there you go! done! finished! You car's a wreck. I can't ever ask more forgiveness from Dad. Lucky for me, He's (Dad, Yea, I refer to Mum & Paa in capital notation) super-duper cool! I'll never forget the first thing he asked me when I called him saying I wrecked his car. He said, "Nothing happened to you, right?"

Ah... How much I felt like crying. Well, Me, the protagonist aka Dumbass of the story learnt a valuable lesson (which I totally forgot, after the concussion). So on my ending note, I'd say, "Dad, I love You and I promise not to wreck Your car ever again!" (That is if He lets me drive His car ever again). Its funny how we, the children, fear Them, our Parents, when They see us with nothing other than love in Their eyes.

Thanks Dad. You are and always be my hero and I wanna be like You someday.

October 4, 2010

Exam Eve.. Ah..!!

As we've approached the eve of my last sessionals-paper, I can't help but wonder all the other stuff around me. There's something about exam times, makes you find the amazing in mundane. I love it, how I like to clean, shave for a change, give clothes at the laundry, collect clothes from the laundry and what not. Mother would've been so proud! Anyways, to sum it up, I feel one must answer life's big question, find solutions to never ending problems, take major life altering decisions only when you've got a paper due tomorrow morning and you know nothing, I repeat, nothing about the subject.

Comprehendo!?

Now, to list a few stuff that I wanna do now but surprisingly won't do tomorrow same time is,
1) Go out into the night clicking pictures
2) Read about the sessional-paper I took today
3) Find out the Google-Story
4) Read the novel - 'Shantaram'
5) Clean my desk
6) Shave
7) Clean clothes at the laundry

This feeling of 'not-knowing' sets you free, to venture in the unknown, to try and figure out how you'll reach your goal. Isn't this the same way great Alexander felt before his first invasion (where-ever he went, whatever he conquered). Isn't this the same, the way great knights feel before heading over to rescue the princess, slay the dragon, bring honour to thy self. So hereon, I set to venture in my unknown, even though, I will not slay a dragon, I will not recieve a kiss from my the princess, but I'd sure fight my way to numerous sums, formulaes, slay some problems, get some marks (pun-intended :P ) and rush my way out to victory. Because, in the end it doesn't matter whether you won or lost. What matters is where's the booze party!

One thing I know I would love do for sure - be it a exam eve or not - is blog. Talking to my 15" Laptop screen, see words being formed on the screen, see my hands hovering over little (not so little, on a second thought) keys and write a piece of my mind. Ah... I like it!