come out come out, wherever you are

IM conversation:

friend1: hey friend, are you there?
after 5 mins….
friend2: yup, dude, I was about to ping you asking if you were there.. you too invi mode?
friend1: heheh, ya

Why does an IM conversation start like 2 blind people meeting in a park? Answer: Fear. Fear from what? Fear from bumping into “unwanted” people. Using the word ‘unwanted’ might be harsh, but it carries the meaning of chipku, boring, curious-society-wanting-to-know-every-detail type, your ex, ‘added to list because your brother/sister/mom asked me to‘ type, etc.

Nowadays, I rarely login to my a/c unless somebody calls me up or sends an email asking me to check my offlines.

All of the above become bearable before this thing that I want to rant about.

*during the “those old days” stage, wedding invitations were given personally, at your home
*switch to the “modern” age, invitations were sent via post, which makes sense, considering the vast distances and hundreds of relatives..
*the “internet” age where people check their inbox more frequently than their mailbox, invites were scanned and attached, and a generic mail was cc-ed to the ones near-and-dear, still meaningful, trying to keep up with times..

**the worst means of sending wedding invitation is via IM as offline. “Hey just to let you know that next month, I am getting married to Shreya, who worked in Shivaji as lead actress. The marriage is at Opera Hall, Hyderabad and hope you can make it. Don’t forget gifts ;)”. If you don’t deem it is worth *atleast* an email, how can you expect me to take it seriously?

what can I expect next, an invitation via SMS?

Footnotes:

Paris Hilton says that she found God in jail. My question to her is this: under what charges was God inside?