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Thursday, December 30, 2010

Times of Google

It is a funny thing, chatting.

There is something unexplainable as to why someone whom you can see right across the room would prefer to take the effort of typing a “hello” on his system and hit enter. Outcome and time wise it is greater than walking to the person and saying “hey” and efficacy wise it is definitely beaten by a loud hello shouted across.

But still people do it.

Maybe the inherent laziness in all people is the impetus, or it is the cloak of anonymity it seems to offer.

I guess it was the latter as to why we began conversing electronically, something which I really don’t relish. But I am grateful to this medium because the cloak of anonymity it offered also gave freedom to let things develop by their own rather than be shaped by external forces.

It helped that we had full time connectivity as well. I pinged her once, the “Hey what’s up “, part and then it hit off.

And boy did it hit off.

On the last count we had nearly 200 chat transcripts, each averaging about 500 words. That is about, 100000 words worth of conversation, equivalent to a nice book. I guess it is more than information than 2 love eyed birds would ever share in their ritual of holding hands and malling around.

And what did we talk about. Well everything and nothing. Or as one married female once told me about her courting days,  with her Sir Gahlad, “ There is no one thing pal, it is all and all and none at all” ( she is given it to hysterics, but it is kind of singsong so I put it here).

And that is what exactly it was. Perhaps the simplicity and inconsequential nature of the talk is the reason for its charm.

I also fell into the habit of texting her, (with alarming frequency) which is again not my preference. But soon enough I began enjoying it. I guess the time lag between messages leaves one apprehensive, as well as anticipatory, and that kind of builds up the excitement. However on the flip side there is the possibility of misinterpretation of short words, symbols, acronyms, but hey no harm done, because ignorance is bliss!

What started as a simple conversation, become a ritual.

 A fanatical …scary ritual, which left me fidgety when it did not happen.

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  1. Prelude 
  2. Chapter 1 - Thunderbolt
  3. Chapter 2 - Times of Google
  4. Chapter 3 - Can you Chase a Dream ?


Now when was this, I guess sometime in the second year when we had a 3 day break and happily nothing major to do. The family clan at our campus had decided on some outing and seems it’s was a social affair open to all.

Enter Serendipity Occurrence (SO) 1, I joined it!!

Early morning all dressed spruced we sat in the bus. In entered lusty cheering of songs while driving and the happy cheer was infectious. The merry fun filled sounds were …..Well good.

We had to go in a bus to a base point beyond which it was a walk for some kilometers. I am a brisk walker and not much of a “this pose too “kind of photographer, so I soon left a sizeable chunk of my batch mates behind. I am not sure who met whom first but I bumped into this female and we began chatting up.

That female was a typical yakkity yack to begin with, but she knew when to shut up. There were pauses in the conversation which I filled up which is rather uncharacteristic of me, for it is normally the other way round. Soon enough we knew a lot about each other’s family, background and likings. She was from “laloo - land” and had spent her life in some far off industrial township. These types are normally good with numbers and she indeed had done her graduation in mathematics and looking forward to some do the same in some risk management course out here. There was a queasy feel about that female, on the face of it she appeared another air head, but I sensed some hard nerves too.

I liked her. She had an easy going way and a basic charm which most city breeds don’t. Physics states that unlike forces do attract and I am not exception to the universal laws. However I do not know if the attraction was a result of the extent of dissimilarity or because of the caged box of wild hormones inside of me not quite tamed by the raveling repair of structure and prayer.

I was unnerved, not in the least tired almost on a high. It was like an intense snort in session, plus a bucket party. I was scared and attracted to her at the same time. Scared because I really did not see someone like her before, you fear the unknown right whereas familiarity breeds comfort and contempt in varying measures. One of my friends, had once remarked that when you don’t feel lust towards a woman and she happens to be passably pretty as well as conversationally good , then you should be scared(not because of old age or the dick effect it is because of the mind effect).

Attraction, in turn was direct offshoot of fear.

I did not want to embarrass her, by hounding her. But I could not resist staying away from her; I just had to be near her. Journey back home, she was sitting in the last row and the back door of the bus was open. I stood near the back door almost the entire return journey under the pretext of the blowing draft cooling my body and sweat stained clothes. But in reality, I was stealing furtive glances at her, the entire time while she was lolling around all sleepy.

Back at campus we ate, showered and crashed. But I wasn’t tired not the least bit which was pretty weird as we had trudged quite long and hard.

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  1. Prelude 
  2. Chapter 2 - Times of Google


It took a lot of time to commit this to paper and again a lot of time to come around to the idea of sharing it.I had circulated a few copies here and around to some people I trust and respect and all of them urged me to share it.

However, I have rejected the idea of a paper publication after lot of dallying around, I don't want to sell sordid tales .This,because I believe in Ustaad Bismillah Khan's philosophy, " You cant have the grace of Goddess Lakshmi and Saraswati together in life (2 women in life is disaster, even if they are goddesses , huh ustaadji?!).

If you do then you are fortuitous and also are strong enough to not be corrupted by the heady concoction".

Fortitude notwithstanding,I don't think I have the required strength, as of now.

The series of posts , that follow are true, or rather the version of truth I saw (There will be a bias!).The protagonist again is inspired from someone I knew............. or so I thought.

Finally, these are not in anyway meant to hurt/disrespect anybody , or be spiteful or vengeful, it is only meant to share some experiences/thoughts.

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  1. Chapter 1 - Thunderbolt.