When Zukerberg Got Angry with my Question

This is one moment that I will never forget in my life: Meeting with Mark Zuckerberg. 

Mark Zuckerberg is the Chairman and CEO of Facebook. By profession, he is an American computer programmer and entrepreneur who co-founded the giant social site, Facebook. Today, he is easily remembered for being the World’s Youngest Billionaire.

Angered Mark making a response to my questions

Mark and I were sitting on the stage with a huge audience around. The barrel of a special tea was already placed on a chocolate round table that was parked between us.  Since, this was the first time I faced the camera, I was swallowed into a gluttonous stomach of anxiety.

Even before the program started, I experienced the drum of my heart beat faster. The door of my throat reduced in its size and suffocated me. The barrel of saliva inside my mouth evaporated causing friction to my tongue. 

Those every curious looks from the floor appeared like a human-syringe that injected me the pathogens to nourish the disease of nervousness in me.  Strangely, I began to see the drama of sweat balls rolling off the cliff of my forehead to the roof of the nose and chin.

Fortunately, Mark didn’t observe this. A beep sound of his Apple phone grabbed the whole share of attention and saying “excuse me”, he went out. I quickly took out the broom of my handkerchief and swept the entire floor of the forehead without any traces of sweat.

“Um…it was back then in 2004 when I was a Harvard University student that I created the Facebook”, Zuckerberg began.

Clearing his throat, “With other three friends in the credit list, first we have launched the Facebook from our dormitory” he added. 

“It was then gradually introduced nationwide and globally after 2007”.

He kept his words brief and quickly gave the floor to me for asking questions.

By then, I was already prepared with a basketful of wealthy words to acknowledge for his invention.  I thanked him using all the powerful words that were available in the bank of English dictionary.

The interview was a grant success. Mark was impressed. He shouted to the audience: 

“Let’s give a big applause for this wonderful gathering”.

Eventually, when the thunder of the applause stopped, I said: “Uhh….If Mr Mark could give me a few minutes to speak some of my suggestions, I would be grateful...”

“O.K. It’s fine. Please proceed”, saying this he relaxed on the rotary cushioned chair.

Then I began.

“Everybody likes Facebook. To the academicians, it’s a synonym to the electronic notice board for information sharing. For organizations, it’s like an e-register where they can fence their members into a group; for businessmen, it’s like an online advertising studio to empty their goods from the store; for job-less, a playfield to play their life; and to a play enthusiast, it’s a stadium where they can play varieties of games"

I asked him if there is any possibility of including what I suggest to him. Some of the things I suggested:  

Flirting- alert

When a married person flirts, there should be a mechanism to signal their better half of this activity. Later, when they get drowned in the pool of flirt, it injures the health of marriage and this is where divorce becomes the choice.

Lie indicator

When a person lies, other person can read by getting some red signals.

Genuineness Tag

Facebook can design a way to scrutinize whether the person is real and alive.

Religious figure

People unnecessarily upload the images of profound religious figures. In some religion this is unwise and irrational I think.

Enemy List

People who take interest in hurting others can be added to this group.

The ground burst into laughter as soon as I finished saying the fifth point. I saw Mark turning red. He gulped the water which was on the table.  Then he said:

“Facebook is a social website. This means, it is room for people to interact, learn wisdom and social values. It bridges the far and finds the lost to get connected again. It is not to create an enemy as you suggested”

Saying this, he stood up. 

  “Thank you for the interview and a nice meeting” and fled the stage.

I was nervous. I could smell the footsteps of our furious Director approaching towards me. 

He remained mute and still for some time. Few minutes later, he took out his right hand holding some papers and hit on my forehead. 

I was terrified. I looked at his face. But it was my friend with some papers trying to strike me again. 

    It was just a dream then.

Although the light has went off, my friends were busy talking about the Facebook. The room was extremely hot because the AC was down. This has made all of us sweat. But they were still enjoying a huge flask of tea.

I narrated them my dream and they couldn’t control their laugh. 

    But one thing I learnt: 

    dreams are simply the echoes produced by the sound of our thinking and daily works. 

"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream” - EDGAR ALLAN POE.