The dearth of communication in an over-communicated world is surprising. Or is it? I see people around who feel that they are communicating. Someone send me video of a R&B song recently on Whatsapp, And this person was sending me something after close to 8 - 9 months. I thought it was a mistake 'coz, personally for me, I forgot he existed. I send him back a thumbs-up emoji. And that's that. We communicated. I reckon we both felt that we did.
He did his part by sending in something totally out of the blue and he may have felt that I would enjoy the pleasurable company of the brilliant singers and the cacophony of the liberal dancing and in return when I acknowledged what he did with my emoji it came full circle in terms of the tenets of communication.
I do not speak to my partner or to my friends as much as we did before the invention of the Facebook, Twitter, Whatsapp, Pinterest, Snapchat and the scores of others that are available as tools of communication.We do send emojis to each other and there are quaint expressions over the phone, but it is purely need based and requirement oriented and nothing that is permeated purely for the sake of having a decent communication. There are a load of other people, who really are not in the play of relationship or even close to personal, and they seem to be more interactive and condescending when it comes to having a decent conversation. But again, who am I kidding, I mean, they are also the kinds that is purely need based. We talk for the need of achieving an end purpose.
Suddenly, I just realized while I am writing this that there is not a single soul that I speak to or who speak to me for any other purpose other than a reasonable end goal. That shows how pathetic I have become as a individual.
Isn't it important to just simply have a chat with no end purpose or no results. Isn't it the most beautiful thing to be free in terms of the deed of communicating without any kind of orientation to consider. I miss a friend, or two , big time. 'Coz, floodgates of memories just opened and the can is looking good. I mean those were the good ol' days where we would sit on corner stones, pubs, or wherever we can find a li'l space to park our asses and talk of all the things under the sun. It never used to be about weather or about the shit loads of crimes that went around. It used be about music, books, dance forms, chicks we dig, chicks we don't dig, philosophy, sociology, culture, religion and booze characteristics, disease, social evils, change, politics, rhetoric and yes of course who can forget movies and documentaries.
Quite a lot of stuff was not accessible easily, things never got to us before they were supposed to, cassettes and CD's had one song which we liked and the remaining were in another cassette or CD and we could not buy that easily as it costed more than we could afford with our weekly pocket money. The pocket money was for the tea, cigarettes, coffee, booze and dates, if any. But this accessibility thing has made life different. There is nothing wrong, I mean I could be doing all these things even now if my friends were free and we were of that age, may be.
But, some aspects of conversation has changed. I was sitting with a friend of mine, we had dated long time back, things did not work out then and we continued with our own journey's, We met, we were happy long lost friends meeting each other, catching up...the works. But all that brouhaha left in about 6-7 minutes as the notifications kept loading in. None of it was work. Starbucks Coffee could not bring in the necessary camaraderie for a chit chat of the old kinds. There was a good connect but those phones were wrecking it. She did talk in between, in fact, she notified me of all the notifications and also updated me of the recent WhatsApp joke that she received. Almost all of what we spoke was from someone else's updates of things that don't matter and philosophy that do not fit with us.
Everybody has to have someone whom they need to talk to. I have found mine quite recently and it is brilliant revisit as well as a great journey. I am enjoying every bit of it and may be so is the person because the conversation continues without any hindrances and a lot of spillages, which makes it special. Spillage means you care, means you thought, means you want to bring in the perspective even if the hour or the day has passed and you mean all of it. I know this shall also not last, as all mortal things that matter but it is here, it is now, it is transcending space and time and all of that bullshit that carries us forward and it is beautiful.
To each his own.... please keep talking,,, you will always find someone to listen and if they want to listen that means it is worth it all, it is worth the deed....So keep it going...
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