The socialite

 

(Warning - Only for facebook addicts)

Without any make up on, in sheep print pajamas, and a glass of Pinot Noir,
she socialized.
Effortlessly, she went from person to person, men, women, even children;
With a hello here, a smile there, she decided to mingle with more authority-
she begun with liking people’s pictures, gave thumbs up to her boss’s inane notes
and left a *sigh* at a cousin’s ‘we are off to Bangkok’ status message.
However, she didn’t know how to react when a random colleague sent her a request,
to be her neighbor, at some farm.

She gifted a Louis Vuitton bracelet to her up market friend,
and sent some jalebis to her desi pals;
she got back some too- a box of chocolates and a pair of Hawaianas
She speed dated and compared her movie taste with a few ex colleagues.
So now, she was a pro.

A socialite, like a million others out there.
Time now for some tomfoolery and mischief-
she flung Justin Timberlake at a few, threw some jellos too,
even tripped an old classmate.

With romance on her mind now,
she badly wanted a bubble bath with him.
That’s when, she saw his mom, gawking at her,
and in the same breath calling her a ‘mutual friend’, of her and her son's.
How could she not greet her? Such impertinence was not in her,
ummmmm send her a polite private message, maybe, instead of scribbling on her clean wall?

So she did.
However, she made a faux pas,
like she always did, while socializing (clumsy, inept goat that she was).
But how would she have known that one click would mess it all?
(Did it serve a premeditated, impish purpose of placing the two links above each other?)
Oh,to think of all that effort to befriend her in real life, and later ‘friend’ her in virtual life too.
It was not her fault of course, it was the mouse's.
The insolent acrylic rat, instead of clicking the message link, poked my partner’s mom.
Oh! How harrowing!
Of course she knew, the word ‘deliberate’, would be the point in argument tomorrow morning, over the phone.
Traumatic indeed.

Next time, she decided, she’d take an auto rickshaw.
She’d go meet her, face to face,
say hello and share a real cup of tea.
Then, for sure, hit the bar and party in a cocktail dress,
hug a friend, backslap a few, and go soak with her partner,
in hot water and some actual bubbles.

(Difficult to appreciate or criticize, if you are not on Facebook)