Twittering your way….through a relationship

So we all know we are in the incredible tech age where anything is possible, where technology has redefined who and what we are or have become. And understandably,  its effect on our relationships has been significant too. I am someone who has always been technologically challenged. I thought SMS-ese was bad, now I’m assured of many more horrors that will arise for as long as I am alive. But I digress.

Steering back to relationships today. I usually don’t write about this topic because it’s terribly hard to come up with an intelligible view AND harder not to sound like one of those writers. You know who I’m talking about. But here goes my attempt.

Technology has become a fantastic excuse for most of us to get away with a lot of things. Breaking up is easier than ever, hiding one’s true emotions is a cakewalk and people who feel no emotions or unsure of what to feel on a particular occasion can always draw from the myriad emoticons floating around. As if communicating in a relationship isn’t hard as it is, we now have the tech demons to stave off.

If you are someone who is too lazy to pick up a phone and go through the cycle of identifying a number, dialling it, waiting for the person to pick up and, horror of horrors, talk to the person, your days of worry have long been gone, I presume. There’s SMS, e-mails, chat services, and for people who like being open about their lives, there’s Twitter. I’d imagine the thought of so many options would be as joyous as the birthday bash of a 5-year old.

By now, you would have figured that the above mentioned type is hardly the one I wish to talk about. What if I am someone who isn’t fond of the phone but picks it up anyway because it is the lesser of god knows how many evils? Too bad. I don’t belong to this century where things change, are done and undone, at the snap of a finger.

Yes people, I belong to the century where it was alright for two people to be in the same room and enjoy silence, read books, talk about anything under the sun, listen to music and just “hang out.” Don’t bother telling me how long ago it was that things were this way. But to me things make way more sense this way. Of course, a lot depends on whether one is looking for sense in a relationship.

Sense or not, I don't think it's too much to ask that communication be intelligible. That "Ok"s come by instead of "K"s and you actually get a chance to look at the person you are talking to rather than send the odd SMS.

But I have also come to believe that I’m a staunch fatalist. Only things that are destined to be doomed attract me. Sigh…. some vintage romance would be just the deal at the onset of the rains. Alright stop smirking. Everyone’s allowed some time in la-la land once in a while.