WASSUP BUDDIES(?).....................

I opened the door of my room, threw my bag on the chair I could see and  fell flat on my bed…

“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?

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#connectedlydissconected….