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CLICK ???

We live in the world of internet these days. Information is on our finger tips. We love clicking and forwarding anything and everything we see and recieve on our phones. Are we judicious enough to understand and see the things behind it?


We spend a certain time watching what we like, reading what interests us and listening to what we need. We at times comment and/or reply with our feedbacks and show our gratitude to a certain programs which helped us in a certain way. Period. Forcing someone to follow or harassing someone to perform a certain act is totally unethical and shows lack of maturity in all sense.


Being a techie, I understand how a certain things work on social media. Every social media has a hyperlink to the investor. Everytime I click a ceratin link, or engage in a video watching, the stakeholder is making money. Fair enough! Not my problem. If there is a way to make money, there are people to make use of it. And that's human. We cannot expect everyone to think ethically. It takes a lot of courage and morality to be there.


Now, I dont indulge in forwarding or sharing a certain things. And thats my choice. If an entity or a person is forcing me, stalking me, or harassing me to indulge in a certain action that I am not interested in, then it becomes a punishable act. For a non-techie person, the whole perception of what is happening is usually a fantasy and a matter of gossip. They do not realize the crores of money the stackholder is making by the ads, clicks, forwards, and shares. I am no authority to make such people realize the intention behind such unethical acts. But I ceratinly am an individual who can cut such nuisance and comments coming my way. 


I am not and do not want to be a baleeka bakara, if you intend to be one, I have no issues. It's an individual choice. All I can say is, I know my CLICK.



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