Sayat.me

My experience with SAYAT.ME

Hello, people. Stranger is here with a new experience of Sayat.me.

I think everyone reading this blog have used this app or right now using this application or website.

Firstly, I was in against of this app. Secondly, I avoided it. Thirdly, I laughed on those people who have used this app and-and fourthly, I took an experience of this app so that I can express it better.

So, what SAYAT.ME is? 

Sayat.me is a free service which enables you to gather sincere and honest feedback from people you know or give feedback to others. Create your personal feedback URL and spread it via Facebook and Twitter to your friends and colleagues so, that they can give you anonymous feedback. Haha, honest and sincere reviews annonymously, it sounds too weird. Do we really have honest and sincere people to give their honest reviews and if we have why we need them to review us anonymously?

An application or website which provides a platform for the people who want to say, deliver or express something but they fear of people, they afraid of what other will say, they are frightened of other’s judgment and anyone can use it to say the things they actually mean it but actually don’t mean it. There is a small area or error between both where these people belong to. 

They say, now you can find out what other people think about. Do we really need to think about what other people think? Yes, in some sort of. No, in the other remaining. Over dependency on the people changes with our position and situation in life or better I can say our need of people in life.

When I was seeing people who were using this I felt like why they need it. Why we need a platform to say something and that too anonymously. Like hell, now we need a platform to confess our things anonymously. The company got the neck of our generation; which is fear and lack of guts. 

And most of the people who used this app when got the reviews they took the screen shots of it and posted it on Instagram, facebook, snap chat and blah blah… asking everyone to message them and open their identities.

If they wanted to open their identity why they used SAYAT and made themselves anonymous for you??? Or you are the same student of every class who always be there on the crime scene and swears that “I will not tell anyone” and then go to the principal’s office and vomit the whole scenario?

What actually SAYAT.ME is providing?

If you are trying to be smart and thinking like dude everyone knows about SAYAT.ME, let me tell you one thing, it’s not the platform they are providing. They are actually making you bind in your comfort level and giving you the opportunity to say anything you want to say and you can say anything which you can’t say on the person’s face. It actually makes you a loser and coward and they are introducing so many.

So, the tagline of SAYAT.ME should be…” If you don’t have guts to say it on my face, do SAYAT.ME”

I haven’t posted a single review about any of the SAYAT users because I feel like a looser. Am I so wrong that I need to be anonymous to say the right thing? 

I don’t need to be a coward and hide my name before showing my feelings, telling my views and expressing my idea about something. Actually, we don’t need SAYAT but we do because we all are coward, we all are frightened of others and moreover, we are afraid of our thought, other’s judgment is a far cry.

So it was all about SAYAT.

Thanks for reading.

Now it’s time to give the answers of the comments or better I can say the SAYAT reviews, i.e. anonymous reviews. One of my friends adorned the answer box with abusing words and then asked me if I want more. Probably, it was their eagerness about how frequently I posted the SAYAT stories and if it was not and their personal feeling then dude thanks, I indeed appreciate you because words are like the mirror they reflect your personality and you don’t have one.

And a girl lost her temper after going through so many of my SAYAT stories. So, it’s humble sorry to you anonymous.
One called me his/her best friend and then asked me to f*ck off. Well, I don’t know you so how can I f*ck off.
The last one is for my EX who thinks I left her. So, first of all, you can’t be anonymous to me. You can’t be hidden from somebody in whom a part of your memories lives in. Secondly, it doesn’t matter what I think or says because my words don’t matter to you.

And at last thanks to everyone who thinks or feel like I am a good person. Lots of love to all of you.

Thank

Don’t SAYAT.ME but say at me.

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Promise day

Promise have a bizarre ability to adorn your life not less than heaven and to ruin your life not less than hell. Sometimes we promise something that is abandon of our hands but we do, sometimes just to show loyalty, sometimes due to engrossment of love, people do it often, there are a lot of things we really couldn’t promise to anyone but we do. Just to ensure the future which is out of our hands. I am not saying to not to promise but commit only for the things you can handle and just try. Try to achieve them. Try to complete your promise. Promise yourself that you will work hard to complete your promise. Just work hard. At last, it doesn’t matter you get successful or not. But ensure one thing that you really work hard to achieve the things you promised. Here, I hope for your better future and I promise I will give my best to my write-ups, I will give my best in understanding people, I ensure that it will always be a 100% effort. I promise.
Happy promise day.

A Book. . .

He was a creepy story hidden behind the cover, pretty enjoyable though annoying, adorning the pages with messy stories. An unreadable book filled with miseries.
Once a girl came, she tried to candid his cover. She succeeds in reading him, she sparkled some pages with the glow of her love. His book was a kind of venom, she fields it with love.
She made his monotonous book, a fairy tell.
Glowing his book she reached the creepy, annoying though lovable part and there she found the book ugly. Before reaching the last chapter of his book she left him rotten, unfolding his life in a new sort, fetching his happiness given by herself.
In some ways, she changed the last chapter and made it tragic. First, it was sorrow but she made it bliss. And while leaving, she made his story tantrum, tormenting, full of silence, messy than before.
He was a book written in the letters which were amorphous. She made them decipherable and left open for all.
But she scratched his cover so well and left him crushed. He is now readable to all, but with a crushed scrappy cover.
Now, who will pick a book with this kind of cover?
If you didn’t like the story, just read it once again with a slit change.
Put a girl on boy’s place and boy on girl’s place. #strange