“Distances are good, without distances no one can relate.” This was the phrase which my moral science teacher really emphasized on all through my tenth standard though I think it was a part of her personal vendetta to keep boys away from girls, perhaps she thought all those excruciatingly endless lectures about morality and chastity would possibly placate a teenager and his raging hormones. But I guess somewhere deep down those words did have an effect, for as we were ushered into an era of internet chatting so dominated by Yahoo Messenger and alter egos, we realize what a great thing these distances were, for once we became what we always wanted to be, so bespectacled and hiding behind a veil of anonymity and make believe Varun mitra became the DareDevil though sadly, this daredevil never found his JLo or Jennifer Garner for that matter. Distances emboldened us, in a way that we never ever perceived, more often than not giving words to the heart content or all those long suppressed emotions of ours, perhaps all those intervening miles and kilometers gave us courage to say things to people without so much of an imminent danger of getting kicked in your shins or balls. The phase didn’t last that long for me more so because I always found it quite repulsive to talk about my life story and fantasies with complete strangers when I couldn’t even confide in my friends and somewhere down the line when I got to taste the real wares, a lot of kinkiness that used to float around the internet, simply stopped appealing to me. Though I read and heard quite a lot about how easy it is to confide in people whom you don’t know, perhaps because people who don’t know you, can’t probably come back to hurt you and devoid of all your personal histories you can paint whatever you want on an empty canvas but it did took me a long time to open up with people whom I never have known but once I did it felt like a deliverance as I unburdened my soul to a person whom I never knew and though after 3 days and 9 hours of chat history between us, I still have no idea what she is like apart from what I have learnt from my observations but like it happened last night when my beliefs about a valence electron being the paired one were scattered, so much for my love of physics and chemistry, I have decided to refrain from any further deductions. I do know a few tit bits about her, like she lost her entire music collection and she could sketch better than any person I ever have met and she believes that men and women are from same planet earth shattering my belief that I came in a space ship from Krypton and she do have beautiful friend and I still couldn’t believe I told her this but we men are imbeciles always finding beauty in girls other than the one who would talk to us, perhaps our forefathers were the only ones to think straight when they came up with this whole marriage thing for if you can’t bring yourself to appreciate the noose around your neck then you have sadly landed yourself in a quandary and that too for life. There isn’t a thing we haven’t talked about from bitching about boys and their propensities (though now I felt sorry bad mouthing about my own brother’s under the sun and no, I am not gay) to clothing and teddy bears and it did felt kind of fun talking to her but as we signed off I asked myself a question as to how much more I need to know before I start trusting her and there was no answer because I already did.
Placing my trust in a complete stranger, who isn’t all that strange after all though she like to wear a skull cap just for the heck of it, seems like I could finally do away with my shrink and my rusty and old trusted armor, perhaps the world would turn out to be a bad-bad place and I’ll put it on again but till then, so long. Finally a word of advice, never use distances or telephones as a means for breaking up, though it may appear convenient and relatively easy but sometimes it pays to be a man and owe up for your actions and once you break up, never look back, no matter how gratifying the makeup sex is proclaimed to be because once the sodden sheets and weariness of your lovemaking starts to give way to acuity, even the most inconsequential of your peccadilloes could be held against you and believe me, if you are being dumped that’s not the end of world, so let the razors and knives be what they are meant for and move on because life is too short to be wasted on tears.
