Tweet tweet. 

Yep, that’s my mother tongue I am so very proud of. Who won’t be? Is there anything more exhilarating than having a whole kingdom named after your mother tongue? Maybe having a whole kingdom named after you. But being of a humble character, I won't ask for more.

Lately, I read the autobiography of my pal, the like button and that enthused me to write my own. So here you are Mr. Rey, this is the story I would like you to publish.

 I may not be something you could punch, hit or destroy, but that doesn’t make me less important.

 Let me divulge my real identity first of all, it is really disheartening to hear people call me “the twitter bird”. I am Larry, Larry the twitter bird. I am the last one or as I like to say ‘only one’ of my kind. I was never told about the species I belong to or how my ancestors looked like but that doesn’t dishearten me in any way.

 Simon Oxley, a British graphic designer was the very first person I saw and remember and he calls himself a proud designer of mine (A bit disappointment over the fact that I wasn’t born, but designed) I was just one among hundreds of illustrations he offered for sale on the iStock website in 2006, where someone from Twitter did not mind spending $15 on me. I overheard people saying –“Oxley’s bird is a slender, serene fellow, adorned only by a stylized eye and perched on a branch that splits off into an elegant Japanese-­influenced gathering of curlicues.” Whoa! My heart filled with pride and I became desperate for a mirror to look myself in.

my timeline..

I was barely three when Biz Stone, a developer performed a facelift on me but wasn’t quite pleased with his work as Doug Bowman (twitter founder) in 2011, performed yet another surgery and gave me the identity that I still carry around. In one of Bowman’s description about me, he said – “the bird has a beak and body that point toward the sky-the ultimate representation of freedom, hope and limitless possibility.”

Apart from twitter, you can find me on blogs and websites, sitting silently or flying around. There’s no doubt that I add beauty to every place I visit. However, many have tried creating imitations of me and people often confuse me with them. Always do remember, I am not just any blue bird, I am Larry, the twitter bird.

Signing off…

Yours,

Larry, the twitter bird.

If you think that an addict like me is wired in 24X7, you got to widen your eyes a bit more and peep into our lives. Just like other  homo-sapiens, we do fall into pits, annoy our parents and siblings and strive hard to prove that we are just as crazy and stupid. Read on to find out what happened on the day I and my friend were away from the keyboard. 

“Sky is not the limit when you can camp in the stars”……

I agree the above quoted line is not apt for this post, but I couldn’t find anything better despite the existence of Google. All I want to say is that there is no limit for anything, not even how stupid one can be.

Cell-phones are the trend of today. But a cell-phone without a network is just like a Facebook page without a single like (I just can't get away).  Fortunately, the network providers make every possible attempt to make sure we receive the signals irrespective of our location.

We were in the Fun City, a theme park located in Bareilly,

reminded of  Eiffel tower

India. While the others who accompanied us were having the perfect day out, I and my friend Akshat were on a mission – to reclaim the reputation we had lost during our previous trip. And one way of achieving it was - riding the most terrifying ride out there – the “Free-fall”. Needless to say, not a single brave-heart from our team had experienced it before, a ride on it would mean - getting the title of “the most fearless teens on earth” and so, both of us set out to taste the thunder.

A wise philosopher once said - "If nothing goes right, go left" but you sure loss the sense of direction when you find yourself hanging 17 meters above the ground. This must be the concept behind the creation of this gigantic free fall tower. An almost 17 meter high pole with seats attached to it that lifts you to the point after which you could no further be lifted, provide you a split second time to take a look at the whole city and then, drop you as if you were of no more use to this world. 

Those who have experienced it would know that reaching the top is not a big deal at all, but dude, thats just the beginning of the game.

yeah! just what we calculated

So after calculating the mass, momentum, velocity and all those terms that leaped over our heads during physics classes, we hopped onto the seats. On reaching the top, the  first thing we did was enlarge the size of our iris in order to see the farthest possible. The bulb on the side of Akshat's head started glowing, he had struck upon an idea. He scratched his pant pockets and out popped a brand new cell phone. Akshat is one of the most curious people I have ever seen, I realized this when he told me the motive behind his move – “Can we receive the phone signals up here?”. I, known for my presence of mind, appreciated the idea. 

 

interested anyone?

It was now time for our free fall, it began with a shaking jerk, powerful enough to make the phone slip out of Akshat’s hand and make a free fall to the ground much faster than us and we followed it with a decreased velocity.

On finally reaching the ground, we wondered if picking up the shattered atoms and molecules of the Nokia 1100 would be of any use. There were tears in the eyes of Akshat and a sense of contentment in mine – we had regained our reputation.

                                                                 

 Preface

Before I start, I would like you to know that I am not just any button you usually come across clinging on to shirts, jeans, your mobile or a remote, I am the greatest of them all, more prominent than any other thing with the same sir-name as mine. 

 Hi there everyone, you may disagree to it but the fact is that each one of you love me, so much that the online ‘you’ cannot even survive without me. I may seem conceited but that’s the ultimate reality. People or things that have me by their side are more popular and sought-after and these are the ones who at times  embarrass me by putting a whole lot of time and effort on me. Some less-intelligent people might claim that I am not that valuable but these wise men are not aware of the amount of money my fans shell out just to get a glance of me. That’s enough of self-appraisal I guess. I just want to tell you people about me, my birth, my shot to fame and all so that the next time you hit me, you could be proud of doing it.

I was born in the minds of a great dude, in a beautiful site (to be pronounced ‘city’) called Friendfeed on October 30, 2007 and I marked the beginning of a new era in the World Wide Web. Within two days of my birth, I was more popular than errr, whatever. I was so cute, polite and ambitious that the social network giant, Facebook decided that they must have me. Adopting me would have been enough, but they went on to acquire the whole site I was born at.My path to fame was laid.

My presence is not limited to Facebook or other social networks, You can find me all over the Internet. I do have rivals like the +1 button (who is pretty much younger than me), but they hardly make me shriek. I am far ahead in the race and I am not gonna sleep (Yeah I have heard the story of the Hare and the tortoise).I am inclined to thank you all for this.

Another thing I love is the way people express their love towards me. While some hit the ‘like button’, some others punch me, a few guys destroy (not literally) the like button, some hindi speaking guys can be heard saying – “thoko like”. Through the years, Facebook has experimented with me, I recently underwent a plastic surgery though it didn’t disturb my identity much. They sometimes place me wherever they please. Facebook is also planning to give birth to my new competitor- the dislike button. I’ll definitely try to be in good terms with her, after all its all in the game.

Not a very long autobiography right? well, I am only seven. With the love you give me, I am sure to entertain you for years to come (even if dislike button isn’t much impressed with me). Keep thoking, hitting, punching and destroying me. 

signing off 
yours 
“Like button” .