When the radio was first put into use during World War-1 by the clueless Belgians, the idea was to successfully transmit messages about impeding air-strikes by the deadly German Fokker planes (yeah, that was the name of their plane, and they say the Germans have no sense of humour) and to warn their civilians of the imminent, air-borne threat.
Messages would be transmitted over large distances in Morse Code, expanded to words later, and then broadcast from the local radio stations to all over the town. Every piece of information flying down the wire would be taken up by all the local radio channels in the area, who would then play, replay and then play it again till someone complained of nausea. The explanation was- "We are spreading awareness on war."
But you had to be there to see the kind of frenzy this loop-reporting created: so when the Germans took one step closer, all the 213 radio stations would start reporting the same thing 213 times, so much so that it seems as if the Germans have taken 213 steps and are banging on your front door and have broken through it.
You could practically taste German gun in your mouth. That was the kind of panic and hysteria this kind of reporting caused That was then. This is now. And the joke, unfortunately, is still on.
Thanks to everyone, Facebook has finally become one of the blandest places to spend time on. The novelty is dead. What has replaced it instead, are endless loops of the same statements of the same facts on the same news at the same place by the same people again, and again, and again.... and yet, again.
So when Bipasha Basu breaks up with someone (not again), the looping gives the impression that she has broken off with half the male population of the planet.
When India wins a match, the one-line statuses by the self-proclaimed, upstanding torch-bearers of the society make one wonder if India hasn't actually won the Third World War. When Messi scores a goal, it appears as if these jerks were the privileged few who secured this information from reliable, high-placed sources and are now doing a favour on the rest of humanity by sharing this secret with us.
Thanks to these dumpies, what once upon a time was a fun place to be on, has turned into one of those prison diaries of a raging, war-fixated maniac who keeps on writing- "Murder" over and over again
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