Sit out the Facebook revolution for several years.
Listen to friends indicate that you are a dinosaur and may be left off the ship earthlings will use to emigrate to the outer worlds when apocalypse hits.
One fine evening, sign up
Cautiously accept pending invites (and wonder how one can get invites even before one even has a Facebook account. This is so Big Brother)
Start responding to messages.
Realise on one slow day that office gives you access to Facebook.
Start commenting on everyone’s pages.
Invite a few friends
Notice number of friends all your friends have and realize you look like the class loser with a pathetically low score.
Start inviting half of your batch from college and B School
Realise you are getting updates on Dinesh Daswani’s life frequently
Realise you have not exchanged more than two words with Dinesh in your entire 2 years at B-School
Realise you are not interested in Dinesh’s life at all.
Spend time contemplating between de-friending Dinesh, abandoning Facebook and turning to Yoga to remove competitive streak in self.
Figure out tools for seeing updates only of ‘close friends’ and feel like an international diplomat bringing smooth solutions to conflict-torn areas.
Realise this is the kind of meaningless work you were worried Facebook would thrust on you.
Kick yourself for succumbing to peer pressure to get a Facebook account and make a mental note that you don’t want to be on the emigration ship. Esp if it has Dinesh Daswani.