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orkut..

What's in a name?
Why is orkut called orkut?
What does it mean anyways?
Who thought of such a wierd name..?
Why couldn't they think of more meaningful names like myspace,orface book ,or mingle box...

I mean imagine a kid being called 'Orkut'!!
he wud be nicknamed,'orky' or 'kutty' or 'kutting chai'...
Imagine the kids saying 'or kya yaar?' and then saying 'orkut yaar !' then going into peals of laughter.
Orkut the kid,would have had a tough life..

but..it didn't happen like that did it?Today orkut is an important part of our lives.
Before orkut, 'scraps'were just pieces of cloth or paper to me.But today 'scraps' means connecting with my past and present.Connecting with old friends,strenghthening bonds.

so what is the magic in 'orkut'..
i think it lies in the name.
orkut could belong to any language ,mean anything..
it could be marathi,bengali,punjabi,malyali..
'orkut'might have it's roots in sanskrit or latin or greek...
'orkut' might be a hindu,muslim,christian ..anybody actually.

'orkut'is such a vague, non sensible name ,for a reason.
somethings in life,especially friendships,need not make sense.
u dont need to know a persons caste creed religion region of descent to be friends..
and that is what orkut is about..
that is what life should be about..

Dont think,friendship is not about thinking ..it is about..being.

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