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Apr 16, 2011
Rollerphone Bracelet
Rollerphone Bracelet
At first sight this rollerphone bracelet looks like a watch telling time in a more fashionable and futuristic way that projects time on your wrist. But it is actually a cellphone with a retractable transparent screen at the base reflecting perfect ergonomics and design. You can roll out the touch screen to the tips of your fingers delivering a proper position in between your mouth and ear. This rollerphone has a media center in itself like you can watch videos, play games, chat online, read e-books and listen to your music just on your wrist. I think this rollerphone will definitely spice up your entire digital world with its extraordinary specs and features.
I think I want to leave Facebook. It’s been brewing for a while, but I have been using it less and less for the past year and now I don’t think I really need it anymore. Why on earth, I hear you ask, would you want to leave Facebook – it is so much fun! It is so convenient! Well, it is not really all that fun anymore, and for convenience… let’s just say the no-Facebook experiment has gone on for about a month now and I am no worse off for it.
Facebook used to be fresh and fun, but now… I think the problem is that it is become an “everyone” platform. My wall is dominated by updates about TV, fishing and babies from people I went to school with – people I haven’t seen since school and have no particular need to catch up with. I log in, scroll down the screen, and log out – these are not my people anymore and Facebook is starting to represent nostalgia.
Then I move on to Twitter and all of a sudden the conversation is interesting again – it lets you fill the stream with people you want to listen to. If I want to say something private there is email – still the best way of communicating anything over 140 characters, I think. I have some friends, who like using Facebook’s private messaging system, and I don’t understand why – email is so much easier to search through later when you are looking for something.
What originally drew me to Facebook was the concept of sharing photos with people – you upload an album and everyone can see it. Then I discovered Flickr, which is probably the most amazing picture-sharing tool out there, and I have never looked back. So then, I have gone through the things I liked about Facebook and realised I can change all the functions with something else that I like better. Does that mean I am leaving? I don’t think so.
There is one function Facebook still has that nothing else can replace, and this stems from the fact that pretty much everyone uses it. Parties are organised on Facebook all the time, and I have heard of several instances where the friends who are not on Facebook are not invited because the host forgot. Not to mention if you want to find someone, anyone – you run a Facebook search. You can send them a message even if they are not a contact, and you don’t need to know their email address. Maybe I should not care about staying on the map like this, but that’s a separate discussion. The truth is that Facebook is becoming the new phonebook, and you leave at your peril.
HIMACHAL PRADESH, India (CNN) — Amar and Kundan Singh Pundir are brothers. Younger brother Amar breaks rocks in a mine for a living. Kundan farms their small piece of inherited land. They live in a beautiful but remote hillside village in the clouds of Himachal Pradesh, India
Two Brothers Share One Wife
Both aged in their 40′s, the two brothers have lived together nearly their whole lives. They are poor and share just about everything: Their home, their work and a wife. “See we have a tradition from the beginning to have a family of five to ten people. Two brothers and one wife.” Kundan says.
They practice what is known as fraternal polyandry — where the brothers of one family marry the same woman. Why…? Tradition and economics.
Life is hard here. The village is precariously perched on the side of a very steep hill about 6,000ft up. Most of the villagers survive off tiny plots of cropland. In this difficult terrain there is not enough land to go around. So, instead of finding separate wives and splitting up their inherited property, the brothers marry the same woman and keep their land together.
Wife Indira Devi says life with two husbands is not easy. “We fight a lot.”
But like any married couple they fight mostly over mundane stuff, except there are three spouses instead of two. “Usually it’s about chores, why didn’t you do this…? Why didn’t you do that…?” she says. But one thing they agreed on was the need to have children; they have three. So how does a married trio deal with sex…?
“We make shifts, change shifts and sleep on alternate days. We have to make shifts otherwise it won’t work,” Kundan says. “To run our families we have to do this, overcome the hurdles as well and then we have to control our hearts from feeling too much,” Amar adds.
To outsiders their arrangement may seem odd, but in the village of about 200 it is the norm.
Typically the marriages are arranged and women have two husbands. But some wives have three or four depending on how many brothers there are in a family. Polyandry is illegal in India but socially acceptable here. No one from the government seems to bother the villagers about the law. “It’s been going on for ages. My sister in law has two husbands, my mother in law also has two husbands,” Indira says.
And as to the question of which husband is the biological father of the children — the Pundir’s don’t know and don’t care. “For me everyone is the same, my mother and my fathers are the same. My mother and my fathers are like God to me,” 17-year old daughter Sunita Singh Pundir says. Even as modern society arrives in this ancient village through satellite dishes and mobile phones, the Pundirs say they want their age-old tradition to continue with their children. “Absolutely,” eldest son Sohna says.
He and his younger brother have already discussed it and will marry the same woman.
Daughter Sunita is not so sure.
“I would like one husband,” she says.
But when asked if she will marry for love or tradition, Sunita’s answer makes it clear the tradition of marrying more than one man will continue with the next generation. “I will never leave our tradition even if I have to forgo love. I will never spoil my parents’ reputation and my brothers.”
