Bird Bonanza.

My last ever school written Essay; on twitter. Obviously right :) It's truly the truest piece of creative writing I've ever submitted. For the love of the hashtag <3

"Look, you did yoga!- You didn't negotiate a peace treaty. Stop walking around like that!. #Yesimtalkingtoyou."

Patronizing, slightly cynical and overtly sarcastic- not typical attributes of my somewhat conservative persona, yet the above typically describe the impression I create on a daily basis to my followers. Followers in a social networking sense of course. The above tweet, amongst many others, is indicative of an inner demon I have nurtured and silenced until I signed up for Twitter almost a year ago.

The Internet has changed my life. Forgive the cliche but it truly has! What began as the Facebook phenomenon transpired quickly into an addiction to the 'little bird' notifier at the top of my phone screen. But what is it about Twitter that appeals to me so much? I am often left baffled at the realization of my 8000 tweet accumulation in just over twelve months. Surely one can't have that much to say through such a medium of networking. I must be an exception

Just 140 characters to express the precise thoughts wading through my mind at that precise moment. Tweeting has become my natural, instinctive reaction to any incident. I pounce at any opportunity emphasize elements of the human condition through this quirky medium. From my condescending remarks about the despised 'hipster' and my criticism of the calorie count in a Woolworth's chocolate mousse, it seems I can fluidly express myself with just a push of a button. I also shamelessly confess to my public doting upon teen sensation Justin Bieber , to whom I relay my love to numerous times a day.

A notorious tweeter. Such a description pretty much sums up what I have become. It's difficult to say my Internet personality is mutually exclusive to my 'real-life' portrayal, for ultimately every word expressed comes from my own self. What I do realize is who I depict as Razeena online is not necessarily as rational as the person I am perceived to be in reality. The platform to 'voice the unspoken' that Twitter provides, initiates the side of myself I wouldn't show under usual circumstances.

Concerning as it may seem, I experience a bizarre sense of liberation through my compulsive tweeting. A form of escapism. Even therapeutic to some extent. Twitter allows for a thoroughly creative outlet of expression, where exasperated tweets about the History test I have not studied for are appreciated for the witty manner in which I complain! There is a sense of comfort too, that comes from the simple fact that people out there, with whom I bear no distinct connection to, relate to my frantic declarations. For a nomadic creature such as myself, who has never had the chance to settle, my twitter profile is like a home base. An established, reputed but delusive place of familiarity accessible to me at any time, from any where.

I won't deny the addiction is has become. Just recently I had come to decide upon making a concerted effort to rehabilitate myself from this infectious situation, only to relapse after just 49 hours 'detwittered'. A consuming habit with the healthy consequence of allowing my complaisant alter ego it's chance to shine in the twitter world. But is it a passing phase or a life long commitment? I await the answer to that myself. i do however, acknowledge the instrumental role it has had in bringing out aspects of my self that has been rather entertaining to encounter. Till then I'd rather I adopt a slightly different, more tentative tweeting approach- for the good of mankind of course.