I do not connect...

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There was a time when I could connect with my loved ones online through emails, facebook, skype and so on. That was often the only means of communication and something that sufficed for too (it feels weird now that I think of it). It all changed rapidly, actually within days...

I still love the web, but cannot possibly make love through it (no pun intended). I can connect with people still, though not with the ones I love. Somehow at the end of the day, it might all just be fake, something which is there just because you believe it to be (this can, quite possibly, happen in the real life as well), and now while attempting to connect with people I am close to, it even becomes repulsive. I still write e-mails, still chat…but it seems I like I am going back in time when there were no online means of communication. I am much more free now, yet constrained by my own disconnect between the web and my personal life.

It’s makes perfect sense to connect with complete strangers through the blog etc; even if they say what they do not mean, you still come out of it unscathed. And there is no way of differentiating the real from the fake. Not that it even matters.

So I remain online and connected, though at the core am perhaps still disconnected. 

Saturday...

Its a nice and cool morning in Ahmedabad. The fact that its a weekend only adds to my delight...

Started the day with almost no plans, but now interesting thoughts are coming into my head. Something that I always wanted to do, but didn't just feel the time was right. But then the time is never right, and I may just die one day with these thoughts in my head.

Today is a day dedicated to writing; I am not sure what would I call these - random, broken memoirs, maybe? I should have written these down a while back, the memories have already been adulterated by so many events after them, things much more dominant and much less in my control.

This post is also odd, like an extended version of your status on Facebook or Twitter. Oddly enough, though both of these look superfluous, when one dwelves deeper into them, they reveal so much about a person. People say things which they would never say otherwise. And try going through your own older posts, it would reveal something new about you as well. You would be surprised with some very personal, raw emotions...