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April Fool prank on the Telco Colony group

This one will go down as a classic, I am sure!

I gave the Telco Colony group a real scare this morning by writing the following post:

A policy change.

This group has swelled enormously since its inception. We also take great pride in the kind of discipline we have been able to inculcate in spite of the growing numbers. But it also breaks my heart to turn away the many people who apply for membership. I fret at night thinking of the sin we commit each time we say NO to a membership request. The memory haunts me. To make matters worse, we also constantly keep deleting posts deemed inappropriate. But what right do we have to judge others? Who are we to decide what stays and what goes?

It’s time to deal with the guilt of misplaced authority.

So starting tomorrow, we will see some drastic changes:
All membership requests will be accepted. We say No to no one, even to those who have nothing to do with Jamshedpur.
We allow all kinds of posts. You’ll have absolute freedom to post anything, from the most pious to the most perverse.
Administrators will have their duties greatly reduced. In fact, they’ll be free of all duties of administration.

I feel better already! What are your thoughts?

I can’t believe so many people fell for it!

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