“pheW!!it really was one hell of a day..” and all I wanted
was to fall into my world of dreams while the goddess of sleep stroked me to my
slumber..I took the phone to put an alarm and that’s when the icon next to it
caught my attention..WHATSAPP..
“onnu check cheydalo?”..i
switched it on and the *peep peep *sound greeted me.. “4 messages from two
conversation..” .and I smiled at the thought of having msgs waiting my reply..and i checked it out… slowly
my smile turns to a frown…
I switched off my phone, opened the laptop n here I am, writing ,
typing, fast..very fast before my thoughts would escape into void again..
<rewind>
Time:10 minutes ago
Venue: the royal rajpath..back from class..
I was on my way back to my room and all I wanted was to
sleep like a log(or a pig, as akhila would say it…) and thanks to our awesome
timetable, I always seem to have everything or nothing..either all thge classes and
lab or no class at all..and you can very
well imagine which one of those days it was today..
And so I was on my
way back when I saw a group of ppl walking back .. “main cops…kattangal….geethu’s..chechi’s…or that cigarette shop that they all claimed to
buy Mentos or Halls from…” I played all the options of their origin at the
moment in my head…and as we came closer I found a familiar face in them and so got
mentally prepared to acknowledge him just in case he noticed…. We walked closer…his
eyes lifted , saw me from a distance, his hands slid into his pocket to take
out the phone and we crossed with no signs of recognition at all..
“ohhhkkkkkkkkkkk……..”, I thought to myself and continued my
dream way forward, forgetting all about the incident that would have turned out
really embarrassing had I said a “hey! Buddy…”
And now here I am, receiving a msg from the same familiar
faced friend on whattsapp..
“ hey!!wassup??”
“long time…no news…J”
And im filled with disgust .
he was just one among the many like him…………..
and now typing this I feel we are the lucky and blessed generation
..our parents and grand parents only had friends...WE.?we have categories of
them..whatsapp friends..fb friends…friends we talk to…friends we never talk to…friends
we cry with..friends we laugh with..friends to hang out, friends to listen
out..friends with good pics…friends who increase with phone numbers..friends of
friends..friends of friends’ friends… the list is never ending like collection
of stamps…
and many at times ive wondered why I even have ppl who I could
neither identify in real life nor recognize from their face or voice,
on my friends list..and why those who I do have contact with(thanx to fb n whatsapp)
and talk to so nicely and perfectly n sensibly seem so lost and confused and
scared and escaping into their phones
trying desperstely to search for something magical in there that would save
them, whenever u meet them face to face…i
wonder why people cant simply ask and talk rather than wait to get
back to their room and log on to either fb or
whatsapp..
sorry..but I cant help but laugh..:D.
oh! How I miss those school days, when I so badly wanted to
tell my friends about the latest happenings while it lingered on till the next
day we meet..how I miss sitting in groups and pulling each others leg and not
group chatting..how I miss actually laughing out loud and not “LOL”ing..how I miss
actually playing a prank than just “:P”ing...how I miss receiving a letter or a
card on the birthday and not some random stranger wishing me on my “WALL” just
cause they got a reminder..how I miss having a fight and then making up for it
by slipping a “S-O-R-R-Y” note into her
bag than just turning of chats and then liking and sharing things…oh! How I miss
actually letting a person know how much they mean to me in action and words
and not just in “SHARE IF U LOVE YOUR MOTHER/SISTER/BROTHER” and “COMMENT”…
but me? Nope , I am not sad or disappointed..infact I feel
blessed because our parents had just one kind of friends in their life-TRUE
FRIENDS, whom they talked and still talk to…and we?? We have categories of them…ain’t we the luckiest bunch of
generation?
..
#connectedlydissconected….
