I was born in the Webworld through the creation of my first email account some nervous day in September, 2008. So, I’m only a two-year old kid in this world, still alien to Web norms and gestures. If some day I decide to go the Vanaprastha way, I wonder if my Facebook status will read, ‘Gone’; I think before I die, I should, more importantly than tell people where I should be cremated, tell my passwords to someone, so they can make it known that SRS Jnr is no more.
Besides, I’ve heard of people dying in the middle of a fit of laughter, or suffocating while trying to gulp a sandesh. But I’ve never read something like this, ‘Just had a mild stroke; got to see a doctor.’