IT’S ONLY A MIRAGE

Every evening at around 4 pm we would meet. He was a medical student and would talk about how his day went in at the hospital, informing me about all sorts and kinds of patients he treated throughout the day. The passion with which he would narrate each case was amazing, though I was from a non-medical background, he would talk about each case using all the heavy medical terminologies he could, at times just to brag, but he was involved with his cases. I would lend my ears and he would pour in his stories. By the dinner time we would have travelled almost across the globe and discussed everything from patients to food, to current movies to the cockroaches in my bathroom to the new bed sheet that he will soon spread on his bed.
I called him a cribber. He cribbed about anything and everything under the sun. If he would go for a movie, he would crib about too much traffic on the road, if he went to dine out he will crib about the new restaurant not accepting his credit card, there was not one day when he would say, it was a perfect day! Another peculiar habit that he had was -clicking pictures. In his hi-tech cell phone, he will keep on clicking pictures about everything that interested him and show them while he spoke about those things. I was always amused by the level involvement he had during all our conversations. They were not some of those brainy intellectual conversations nor were they simple silly chit-chats. Normally people share a talk over a cup of coffee whereas he shared his life over chats.
I still can’t recall when it all started, I think during the world cup 2011 semi-final match. He went to watch a movie during the second innings and I gave him ball to ball updates. India won the match and since then we were always connected. Distances seemed to get dissolved in that victory. We stay 1858 KM away. One belongs to east and the other to west, literally, and yet we are connected more than we are with any other friend who might just be staying 7 blocks away from our place.
This makes me wonder about the social networks and the way internet transforms our relation and personality. A person whom you have never seen not even heard over phone becomes an inseparable entity of your daily routine. You know exactly how he will behave in what situation, his likes and dislikes; you are connected 24X7 as if you stay together in the same house. Yet, you don’t know the person. They create mirage relations. You can see and live a perfect life, but they are as real as the mist. You can see it, feel it, but can never touch it.
Whatever they are like, the important thing that connects us are our personal needs. I want to have a sense of belongingness and he needs a companion to share his life with. The question here that arises is what is the future of such relations? It is easy to depend on someone when the person exists in form infront of you. Though I see his world through his snaps, I live there, each moment, yet the existence is nothing more than the thin air that he breaths. It is important for survival, you feel it, but you can never touch or see it. Yet I would say it is worth experimenting. It is like going bungee jumping, let yourself loose and fall free, only then will you enjoy it. They are full of adrenal rush, thrill, fun and adventure, and most importantly they cultivate faith in you!