Indianizing the Facebook “Like” button

In India, we do things differently.

And in keeping with the rich tradition of orally imparted knowledge and MMS scandals, we rarely like to write things down, and that is why when we go to “foreign”, we spare no chances in pontificating, elucidating and prognosticating on the Great Indian Difference. In India, we have history. In India, we have ancient culture. In India, we have the world’s most unhealthy kind of vegetarian food. Etc. Of course, elderly Indian gentlemen with NRI children play it both ways, hitting forehands down the line glorifying Western infrastructure and orderliness while slicing backhand drop shots edifying the sanctity of Indian chaos when the audience is melanin-challenged. Even the murderous Blue line buses of Delhi will derive philosophical inheritance from the cosmic randomness of Shiva, especially if there’s a white chap politely paying attention.

For all of the intellectual vainglory, we still steadfastly refuse to update Wikipedia articles – that is left to small minority of passionate enthusiasts, right-wing zealots and Rediff commenters. In fact, the entire Indian internet can be, in the keeping with our ancient tradition of classifying stuff, divided into 5 castes.

  • Bloghards – People with blogs titled with a combination of the words “Random”, “Thoughts”, “Scribbles” and “Rants”. This crowd is also almost exclusively on Facebook because Orkut is totally like..um..untouchable. They are also too intellectually dense to be on Twitter
  • Twithers – Folks on Twitter. Tend to be slightly pretentious and RT. This crowd also stays away from Orkut
  • Mahipal – A whole generation of Indian men who believe that any girl on Twitter is like a personal ad on Craigslist, except the responses here are public too
  • Orkutiya – Dey rite lyk dis
  • Rediff Commenter – The visible visceral online manifestation of the Indian National Mood – Outrage. Note: Rediff commenters are everywhere, not just on Rediff

But unlike the Chinese, who are forced to live in their own Internet behind the Great Firewall, the Indian Billion has a greater potential to stamp their “difference” on what is today, a mostly Americanized web. Case in point – I can’t seem to get Urban Dictionary to add “Amit” and “Madrasi” despite providing them with a detailed definition and several usage examples. Apparently, they prefer Pop culture to Appa culture. So we need to change our ways. We need to do the online equivalent of the salt march (which of course means a Facebook page + Orkut community + Adobe Flash based candle lighting mass campaign through email attachments) and stamp our Indianness on the web. All of this talking will get us nowhere.

I believe we can start with the Facebook “Like” button.

There’s a simple reason for that – it’s already ubiquitous. And it’s very western. We Indians don’t just like something. We are so nuanced that we believe that there are nuances to the word nuance itself.

For starters, we don’t just “like” stuff. We have opinions too.

When we listen to Rahman, we have to point out that Ilayaraja had the best bass lines, and I suspect that Indians will much prefer to see this on Cricinfo player profile pages, where they might as well hard-code “Sachin Tendulkar” in the text box above.

And speaking of Sachin, Rajni and other luminaries, frankly, a thumbs up just does not cut it. In Indian culture, we fall at the feet of our elders and celebrities

Also, after falling at people’s feet, it is part of our culture to take the respect to the next level and “like” something to the point where one wishes to felicitate the author.

Nothing screams “felicitation” more than a silk shawl (called ponnaadai in Tamil).

And what logically follows a felicitation? Yes, a lamp lighting. The largest amount of “like” one can give another human being in India is an invitation to light a lamp at at a college function.

And do we simply “like” something and leave it at that? Have you not seen comments on blogs that go “Hi. Loved your post. Can you read my post on the same subject”? We rarely listen to people. We are usually busy formulating a smarter response in our heads while someone else is talking. So to represent that behavior, it is only fair that we have a custom popup that appears after one hits the “like” button.

It will allow us to quickly select from a drop down list of old jokes, marginally funny pop culture references and dubious facts and send it to the author.

What about women? In the land of a million maruding mahipals meandering motivatedly to misunderstand, misconstrue and misinterpret the slightest mark of civility as an invitation to marriage, women cannot just “like” anything without making their intentions absolutely clear.

Do not forget. We are a nation of men that get strange ideas when we see that a girl has visited our Orkut profile, commented on our blogs or RTed our tweets. And when they use smileys, we notify our parents to initiate horoscope exchanges, so this is no laughing matter. You women might laugh, but for men, it’s matter.

Speaking of mahipals, we also need a “like” button for the citizens of Orkut

We are also a nation of permission takers. What do you mean you can go around liking anyone? In the nation of arranged marriages, you first need approval

After that, a printout needs to be sent to a gazetted officer who will notarize and approve it. Then a copy of the attested form will be sent to the Facebook headquarters where a clerk will make the neccesary “like” entries in the database

India also believes in viral effects. We have been mass forwarding emails decades before upstarts like Youtube and Twitter redefined viral propagation. With Hotmail, Outlook Express and Microsoft Word, we understand viruses better than anyone else, in every sense of the word. So it is only fair that the “like” button also send out mass emails to everyone in everyone’s contact list (not in the Bcc: field, but in the To: field). The email itself can go something like this

“If you forward this link to 10 people and get them to click the Like button, Bill Gates will make Lord Balaji grant your wish by making a 10 million USD donation to TTD which will then be used to rename the Taj Mahal to Tejo Mahal and also find an Ayurvedic cure for cancer, impotence and Pakistan”

 

 

 

Jalscifi #1 – Sabarimala, circa 2287 A.D

Like most kids, I used to love sketching. And like most kids, I gave it up the moment I realized that I wasn’t very good at it. This whole business of wanting to do only things one is good at is one of the first adult corruptions of a child’s mind. But I recently bought an iPad and after several hours of AppStore surfing, decided to buy this $4.99 app called SketchBook Pro from Autodesk and all of a sudden, the app made me feel like a kid again. I’m still not very good at it but all of the brushes and effects made it rather addictive to use. Using ones hands is so much better than mucking about with the mouse on Photoshop. One of the first things I drew was this:

It then struck me that I could do something I’ve always postponed because I was too lazy to do it in Photoshop. When I was in Vidya Mandir, I used to draw space battles featuring my classmates in the back pages of my school notebooks, and thanks to Sketchbook Pro, here’s Jalscifi, a new Tampunk series at the blunt edge of Scifi, Madras and Pop culture.

 

Click on the image to see a larger version

Still rough at the edges (and the middle as well) but hopefully my iPad sketching skills will get better with time. But sometimes I wonder if it’s really about skills anymore. I get this feeling that technology is getting better at polishing mediocrity more than anything else.

 

 

Rupee only is the God

I hear that the Cabinet is going to decide what the new symbol for the Rupee is going to be. Apparently, after a long and arduous contest involving, among other things, SMS voting and reality shows, the final choice is to be made from these 5:

But while these can hog the limelight for now, I am more interested in the ones that got rejected.

This was submitted by Iyers International (I-squared for short, “Minus One” for geeks) and was rejected by the TN ruling party for being casteist. When it was pointed out that the Hindi letter “Ra” was used, the party headquarters had a collective aneurysm trying to figure out which part of the symbol they were now opposed to

Not to be outdone by the Shaivites, the Iyengar Design Institute Of Typography submitted their stylized vision for the Rupee symbol. Being a politically shrewder lot, they pointed out that the choice of English will keep the Southern political parties happy and what’s even better, the “naamam” part even looks slightly like the rising sun. But it was rejected on the basis of a massive protest by the Association of Pencil Manufacturers (led by Natraj) who complained that the symbol looked too much like the nib of a pen and therefore was offensive to pencils.

The Association of Sarcastic Sitizens, in yet another display of pointless metaphorical adventurism, submitted their version which apparently symbolized the culture of corruption in India. The stroke rises boldly upwards only to be chopped into smaller and smaller pieces towards the end as it falls ignominiously to the ground. It typifies the average citizen’s (or sitizen) struggle with getting things done as money keeps leaking as bribes and commissions all the time, they said. Needless to say, it was rejected as a result of the judges falling asleep while reading the A.S.S’ 15,000 page explanation of the symbol (they had commissioned Umberto Eco to do the writing). The organizers further pointed out that any association willing to misspell “Citizen” just so they could have a more descriptive acronym must not be trusted.

The Union of Plastic Surgeons (UPS) felt that they could use this contest to subtly slip in an advertisement of their services. Their version distinguishes between real money and fake money.

The RSS suggested that since we use this man’s image on all our currency notes, it is only fair that he be the new Rupee symbol. It was rejected on the basis of being cynical and non-pseudo-secular. Critics of this version called it the “Kill Bill” since the submitters were implicated in the killing of the chap on the bill.

The Hindu Religious and Charitable Endowments folks suggested the use of the “Pillaiyaar Suzhi” (Auspicious Ganesh Squiggly) because, in keeping with the rich Hindu tradition of highly abstract thinking, Ganesh represented Knowledge and Knowledge was wealth and wealth was well..money. It was rejected for being insensitive to Ganesh’ younger brother, Karthikeyan (Muruga)

Mukesh Ambani sent in this symbol,pointing out that he has most of India’s money anyway. It was rejected for being too capitalistic.

The Tamil chauvinists sent in a curvy, stylized Tamil “Ru” symbol, commonly used to represent Rupee in TN, but it was rejected for looking like an offensive finger gesture

A quick roundup

As many of you might have assumed, I have not been slacking off, lazing around and being generally unproductive. I’ve just been slacking off and lazing around while doing a fair bit of writing (and diagramming) as a result of the Indian Premier League. For those of you who don’t follow me on Twitter, this is a bit of a roundup.

When the IPL started, Sify commissioned me to do a bunch of “Jalsa and Jilpa visual guides” and I started with an unofficial introduction to the IPL as viewed through the bogus lens of cricket history as I saw it. (One of the advantages of claiming to be a humourist is saying that it’s a joke if someone points out a factual error. We have it easy really)

Eventually it turned out that Pathan and Sehwag did very little damage, but then I am not a cricket analyst, just a humourist, haha

Then once the ads were in full swing (with some cricket thrown in between), this

After that, I took a dig at the IPL’s Web 2.0 push

Once the Modi-Tharoor saga took center-stage I had to explain the difference between the 2 gentlemen’s responses to the accusations made against them

And finally, when the IPL drama faded away, it was time to look at the life of an Indian scandal

And on an unrelated note, a few friends of Twitter had a doubt about the difference between Ammanga and Atthanga and one cannot have a Brampunk movement if people don’t understand something as basic as this. So, I made a “Tambram Guide to Terms for Relatives” that all of you can use the next time you attend a wedding or have a family gathering for Deepavali (Click on image for a larger version)

Let me know if any of you want the psd source for this, in case you wish to translate to other languages

Right ho then. I’ll be back soon with a new post.

Epic FFFFUUUUUUUn

The internet is filled with memes, and some memes have this annoying habit of not going away, like the Hitler downfall meme for instance. Just when we all breathe a collective sigh of relief at its demise, some jerk wants to tell the world that Hitler was not amused at some trivial issue, and every social news site, Twitter update and blog post flogs this dead Nazi horse again.

But, making a Hitler video at least takes some effort, at least 30 minutes of editing a transcript/subtitle file, unlike a few other memes that are so ridiculously easy to do that the internet seems to never get over them. LOLCats are an example. Just when we think we’ve had enough, someone unleashes (in this case) some Arial on Feline, and we get

Ah well. One just cannot resist smiling at a Jabba reference, so ok, we keep heading over to Icanhascheezburger to get our daily LOLCat fix. But more so than enjoying memes, I always look for opportunities to localize them (I considered “desify” but for obvious reasons, the word “desi” will always be, till eternity, till kingdom come, associated with pornography thanks to him – Horny Indian Male).

I tried Lollucat, but quickly gave up because cats are not common pets in India at all. In fact, the only pets Indians know are plastic by nature and usually come bottle-shaped.

So my search continued for Indianizable internet memes. I came across the Archaic Rap meme. It’s an image-macro type meme where rap/pop song lyrics transcribed in archaic english are layered over Joseph Ducreux’ deliciously bizarre paintings from the 18th century. Since pictures speak 1K – 24 words and all that, this is what I’m talking about

Wondraful I thought. How about we take cheesy Bollywood lyrics and do something like this?

Nah. Just because we take a bowl, add a classical violinist, throw in a Ghatam player and season with a Bass guitarist and a drummer, we don’t necessarily get music. It’s sometimes called fusion, but it all seems a bit forced. French painter, archaic English and Bollywood songs seem a little too contrived.

My search continued, till my younger brother (no, not this one ) pointed out that the Rage meme was eminently localizable.

After all, aren’t we Indians generally the most pissed off people in the known universe? Aren’t we the noble, ancient and advanced civilization that, in its best, most well behaved mood, comments on rediff? And aren’t there enough things in India to go FFFFUUUUUUU about?

Yes.

But, I’ll leave contemporary Indian FFFFUUUUUUUs to all of you. I present here instead, the EPIC FFFFUUUUUUU (click on image to see larger version)

And the chap I believe deserves the most intense FFFFUUUUUUU

Contributions from readers

Bikerdude tells us of Mahabali’s rage

And Idlingintopgear feels Eklavya’s rage

Maxdavinci feels some rage at our Head of State

And Abhishek Upadhya switches from Arn00b only to find..

So folks, go for it. The template is here

Kumbakonam Degree Copy

Update: The video has been now been removed, and one hopes it will be back up with credits going to the original script writer

I saw this today

And then realized that our Lavanya Mohan had, in Nov 2008, deviously time-traveled to Jan 2010 and with immense patience, listened to and wrote down the dialogues in this video by Charukesh Sekar (co-written by Vichar Hari) and turned into a blogpost in the past and shamelessly attracted several adulatory comments thanks to the dialogue’s unquestionable wit.

Shame on you Lavanya.

Do you not know how hard it is to be creative in an era when creativity abounds like milk powder in Aavin milk? Did you not realize that even shady 1970s intrumental rock bands got caught for note-by-note plagiarism of Anand Milind’s classic “Akele hain” from QSQT? Or did you actually think that your readers would be so naive that they would fall for your time-traveling trick?

Wait. What?

You say they copied your blogpost word for word, syllable for syllable and slathered on top of it, some lame-ass overacting and released a slickly produced 8 minute video on youtube?

Yeah right. You expect us to believe that? Hardly sounds plausible. The only explanation that makes sense (and obeys all known laws of physics) is that you chanted some arcane Iyengar mantra and opened a time-portal to Jan 2010 early in the morning and quickly transcribed the dialogues and updated your blog, just before the 1st commenter, Shankar said “hehe goodness love this”

In addition to shameless time-traveling and ripping off Charukesh Sekar’s intellectual property, you have blasphemed his faith by retroactively changing all Iyer references to Iyengar references. Clearly, Charukesh‘ original future wish was for the title to hint at Aparna Sen’s “Mr & Mrs. Iyer”.

I must say that I have a very confused attitude towards plagiarism. I enjoy laughing at Anu Malik and Deva, both masters in the art of singing elaborate alaapanas to Alaipayudhe, but rarely go after folks who copy stuff from my blog and pass it off as their own. Once or twice, I did leave lighthearted comments about the strength of the Kumbakonam Degree Copy these plagiarists were drinking, but beyond that, I usually let it go, but if there’s one kind of plagiarism I cannot tolerate, it’s time traveling Iyengar girls copying from hardworking, amateur Iyer filmmaker boys in the future.

Top Technology Trends That Transformed Tamilnadu This Tecade

The first decade of the new millennium has come to an end. As a reader, you are typically presented with a whole cornucopia of ‘Best/ Worst of the Decade’ features on every Tom’s newspaper, Dick’s magazine and Harry’s Pottery website. ‘Top 10’, ‘Five most important’, ‘20 greatest hits’. And so on. If the feature is not a list of some sort, it is probably a retrospective where people who believe that bullet points and pictures are for noobs (The Hindu, for e.g), write lengthy paragraphs that meander about the decade like a Dr Who, flitting between subjects, space and time.

While there are columns galore on the subject of the top technology trends of the decade, and the greatest inventions of the past year and so on, nobody has explored the top technology trends that have radically, yet subtly changed life in Tamil Nadu. Things that we now take for granted but never accorded the pomp and fanfare that they deserved when they were introduced.

The Multifunction Mantra box

A truly game changing device that bought religious erudition to the masses, this low-cost device provided, at the press of a button, the voice of Bombay Sisters chanting the Mrityunjaya mantra (and many more) in glorious low fidelity. This path breaking invention rendered obsolete the need to be initiated and introduced to the mantras that (if one is of that religious persuasion) govern one’s entire life. This is the Douglas Adams’ Electric Monk for the Religious. In financial trouble? No worries. Just hit the Lakshmi Sthothram button and outsource your prayer to a low cost device. FC Kohli, the man who pioneered the Indian IT industry would have been proud. A closely related invention is the Gayatri Mantra door bell. If one has trouble meeting the stringent requirements of having to chant this a minimum 108 times a day, this doorbell is a lifesaver.

While the Mantrapod is not available yet, you can always buy the “Hindu ipod” here

The Kosubat – The citizens of Madras have always had an uneasy co-existence with mosquitos. The previous decade was spent being cheated by those unscrupulous companies that peddled “mosquito mats” that we later realized were literally what they were called, mats for the mosquitos to sit on and have a spot of evening tea.

Our anti-mosquito weaponry was severely limited at the start of this decade, with Tortoise coils being the only effective option. The problem with the smoke that these infernal coils generated was of that they didn’t do a good job of distinguishing between their need to suffocate mosquitos and simultaneously allow human sleepers to breathe. Redemption arrived eventually in the form of a tennis-bat shaped plastic framed weapon of mass-quito destruction, a metaphorical Hammer of Thor that vanquished these pesky critters with a wave of the hand. The Kosubat also made us all the Pol Pots of the mosquito universe. We actually have fun indulging in their genocide on a daily basis, watching them fry like popcorn between the high voltage metal strings of this lifesaving device.

ps: The term “Kosubat” was coined by Lavanya Mohan

The Share Auto – For many decades, the good citizens of this city were held ransom by autorickshaws that were hell bent on making largish dents in one’s life savings in exchange for a ride from Panagal Park to Pondy Bazaar. But then came the Share Auto, a box shaped, unstable moving object that could cram more people in than a Neutron star could cram atoms, and for a mere Rs. 15, transport the cost conscious Chennaiite from Loyola College to Avadi.

The Handheld Yagna Smoke Blowing Fan – For millennia, priests used handmade fans to blow smoke from yagnas. These fans were an extension of the priest’s hands and were expert at directing smoke straight into my eyes as I went about finding locations in my home where I wouldn’t go blind and suffocate to death. But by the middle of this decade, tech savvy priests, apart from flaunting Nokia N-Series smartphones, were also blowing smoke using miniature, battery operated fans. While it might not seem like much, this humble introduction of technology into day to day religious ritual was an inflection point, the moment when technology entered the temple. Booking archanas online, LED kutthuvalakkus, automatic beat-generation and bell-ringing machines at temples followed quickly after. Perhaps in a couple of years, my family priest’s junior assistant will carry a Kindle, loaded with mantra pdfs. Perhaps Indian guilds in World of Warcraft will conduct Ashwamedha Yagnas before going on quests.

This emerging aesthetic is…. Tampunk. Tampunk devices, to quote Sottai

  • might be powered by fumes from sacrificial fires. Therefore, Tampunkers have to carry compressed cowdung cakes and igniters to
    generate necessary smoke.
  • are always heavy, always ugly, with fantastically mismatched colour schemes
  • Leopard print Earmuffs (as Karthik Krishnaswamy suggests)
  • Uranium Powered Kosubats (DC powered for now)

So what else do you think defines the Tampunk genre?

Note: A shorter version of this piece appeared in the New Indian Express today

The Slacker’s Dilemma

There’s a scene from my all-time favourite TV show “The Wire” where one of the drug kingpin’s lieutenant grabs hold of a sheet of paper that one of his underlings seems to be writing on and asks incredulously – “Don’t tell me you are writing the minutes of a meeting to discuss criminal conspiracy!” and then proceeds to shred it to pieces. Well, the actual words used were a little more colourful, but you get the picture.

Ah, but the online world is distinctly unshreddable.

So if you are a slacker, a member of that noble breed of creative individuals who refuse to let the burden of something as trivial as work get in the way of focussed inactivity or alternative non-value-adding hobbies, you need to be aware of this

The fact that most managers dont use the web to cross check excuses comprehensively proves that all managers are n00bs

Vote for Me

I realize that it’s been a while since my last blog post. As I sat around airports and hotel rooms over the last couple of weeks wondering when to publish my next post, this happened:

http://www.indibloggies.org/nominations-2008

I put two and two together and decided that it was funny in a darkly ironic way that politicians normally fail to deliver and then come looking for votes during election time. So it logically follows
Hey Hey Vote for me ya ok thanks tata byebye

Yes yes, you might point out that the poster is recycled from an earlier post. The hallmark of a good Indian politician is not only his ability to make one laugh till one cries, but the ability to reuse, recycle and republish posters, manifestos and ideologies, so there.

So people, vote for me. Let freedom ring like a doorbell that plays the Gayathri mantra. Yes we can, I say. This is change we can believe in. I think, therefore I aam aadmi. India is shining with the clicks of a million blog readers and the rofls of millions. Lal Krishna Advani might have failed, but Lolz Krish Ashok will not.

My manifesto

  1. I promise to post once every week
  2. I promise to respond to every comment, politely
  3. I promise to use a combination of Google Calendar, Basecamp, Post it notes, Phone alarms and plain ol’ memory to remember to keep my promises
  4. I promise to do item nr 3
  5. I will continue to tweet
  6. I will tweet my posts
  7. I will post my tweets

In addition, I declare that all blog reading citizens will be given posts in full colour. We will also undertake a full fledged agitation at the central level against the imposition of chatspeak as it is against our traditional Wren and Martin culture. Where there are masks, I will expose their temples. If they slap me on one cheek, I will crack jokes so that they say “what cheek!”.

It is our destiny, and destiny has a child. It’s called Beyond Say, and this blog will continue to look beyond and say the unobvious

Jai Hind

Update: I would like to announce some pre-poll alliances. Our Coalition of the Shilling, newly minted PUB (Progressive Union of Bloggers) includes

Please vote for them.

ps: The various city chapters of PUB are called Madras Union of Bloggers (MUB), Bengaluru Educated and Entertaining wRiters (BEER) and Hyderabad Online Pranksters (HOP), Delhi Online Progressive Entertainers (DOPE), Calcutta Association of Multifarious Pranksters Assembling Regularly on Internet (CAMPARI), Cochin Online Gang for Nefarious Activities & Conversations (COGNAC), Trichy Internet Professionals & Sly Yahoos(TIPSY) and finally the Ranipet Ultra-laughter Macchaans (RUM)

More alliances are being worked out as we speak.

UPDATE: The polls are open. Please vote here – http://multivote.sparklit.com/web_poll.spark/21900