The On-Line Tryst....

I had fallen in love!!

Or so I seriously thought.

48 winters, summers, autumn and springs!! And here I am falling in love….

Wifey the Witch reads this, and is already turning the cauldron on for that potion of bat feet, spider nails and cat hair… Incantations are not audible. But they sure seem to be appearing to do something with instant disappearance of someone. Anyways, let the Witch work out the spells.

Let me contribute to this. And if you readers don’t find any other posts from me in this for a long time…. Write me off!!!

And do write a nice obituary for me.

Talking of “falling in love”…

It is confession time for me.

For all the gods dwelling in heavens and finding all’s well with the world... I pray to thee – let not the heart/soul/mind fall in love ever again. For - the feeling is good but the parting is better!!!

It was this “social site”, I had got addicted to and was “searching” for the compatible age partner to begin some interaction with. The drill was same. Played over and over again –

Search - Select – send IM – wait  for response…

Search - Select – send IM – wait  for response…

It was like the fishing sport. Fix the bait, throw the line. Watch the float. Pull with a jerk.

The difference…. No one seems to be taking the bait. And the few who took – called me a “jerk” after few chats!!!

After many a failures at making a breakthrough and many a successes at mastering the chat jargon of “lol”, “brb”, “imfao” etc etc… Finally, I come across a profile – wanting to make friends with “same age group men”…

Day -1

Select – send IM – wait for response….

A “hi” for a “hi” received!! Yipeeeeeeeee….. Initial introductory pleasantries exchanged. “byes” said for the day with promises of being on line the next day.

Day -2

Log in. Look out. Find. Send IM.

Receive response. Exchange pleasantries… Byes for the day.

Day – 3, 4, 5 , 6……

Repeat of day – 2.

Day 7 – absent from the site. Strategy!!

Day – 8 – off liner waiting. Lots of complaints. Few ultimatums of discontinuing. Apologies sought. Apologies accepted. (heart soaring. Mind racing. Face grinning) Promises of not being off line for long exchanged. And yeah… also the cell numbers!! (strictly for use to notify “on- line” presence when one of the two is missing or in “invisible” mode)

Day 9 onwards…. IM – Call – IM – Call – IM – Call  – Call – Call – Call…..

By now it must have become aptly clear to you, what started as an “online” chat, became an “on-phone” rendezvous.

And there went away all my eagerness to surf dear old “sulekha”, let alone the urge to contribute! The telephonic tyrst seemed more entertaining and enchanting of escapades experienced by me.

This “love affair” was certainly turning out to be a cozy one. Hours on the phone… days in and days out. Seemed like adoloscence revisited!!

Until…. The bolt from the blue!!!

Day – 32… . The phone bill is delivered at the door steps (wish I had agreed to the Service Provider’s offer of getting it on mails!!). The astronomical amount (more than what came when WW spoke to the Senior Witch – my MIL), sent about fire-works in all directions. The “tsunami” that followed, put to shame the wrath it has showered on Japan few years ago. The aftermath was greater devastation than I had ever seen on a bombed out city….

The excuses… the explanations…. And the clarifications I put forward wont be mentioned here. But any experienced and renowned Lawyer who wishes to keep winning cases (and arguments) may contact me.

Day – 33… A call from the erstwhile “on-line turned into on-phone friend” in some corner of the country gets a response – “this number does not exist. Please check the number you have dialled”.

The SMSes she has been sending are still showing “pending” in her Reports.

WW has amassed more reasons and more skeletons in the closet to throw unreasonable tantrums at me.

I have changed my telephone service provider. I have also opted for on line billing and on line payment modes for the phone bills.

“On-Line” phrase still feels nostalgic.

Somehow… I feel, being in love was good. Falling apart seems better…

The MCP in me still tickles a funny bone some place.

Can I dare the tsunami once again!! Lets see….