Facebook is at it again. As if I am not sufficiently addicted, it wants to me to spend time stringing together moments of the year gone by, for public consumption. They have had enough of my dull and prosaic existence, I mutter, but Facebook persists. I know how this face-off will end. Facebook is a multi-billion dollar behemoth; me, a poor soul.
A Facebook-esque look back into the year in Indian pensions throws up fascinating episodes.
