Friends, sure we have tonnes when we go on our space at those networking sites, people around us, people, sharing those passions, commenting on youtube, fighting out with all guns blazing with people who may take more than a life time to meet, or simply " M 21 smart, Working in MNC, open minded looking for like minded girls", dropping a "Hi gorgeous" on evry third profile they visit. In the plethora of these sites my cranbox is often flummoxed ! How much can i believe a Net "friend" yeah we hear that XYZ had a torrid affair with a net friend and finally they make it to the hall of fame of Shaadi.com. but most people end up getting kicked on their asses and like the brave rana of ranthambore they are willing take on as it comes. So where is the good 'ol friend especially when "testimonial" suddenly become yardstick for things, and scrapbook size the quotient of "uber coolness". Did i hear " he was kicked on by a gal recently"? well may be may be not dont we all upgrade that average built to a "sculpted abs" scenario and wishing casanovas never existed anywhere else but within the confines of that "average built". But i aint here to talk about this but ( i am sure you will find this hilarious) the dating scenario in my college tucked well inside a place in called Kanpur,India. Already engineering has a " lot" to offer to the non males in engineering stream so we have a group of despos chasing the other " me a one man thing" sighing whether that one man would even bother to look down on 'em. But as the situation goes two neatly divided rows constitute the classroom, with 40 odd eyes gawking at 4-5 pairs of( ahem!) as if the apple of temptation is meant for 'em. So the first year people are willing to be counselled by their second year "frusto" counterparts who are now expert for the hunt of Holy Grail. So fighting out for that seat next to "non male" in lab becomes a priority for few while majority sits eying the "geese" fuming on those eyeing the lab seat. Now begins teh role of social sites and "friends" Orkut rocks, no mortal in engineering college who was previously unaware about it has eluded its charm. So search parties raid the site to find the last dangling reference to salvation. With "maal" already weeded out the targets are set hopes high. Excuse me what was that on status tag, jesus christ not the "C" word, -committed or commitophobia for our Sati savitris is the tag to flaunt, tag to go out with their "bhaiyas", yes people are willing to barter souls for that, anything for the Grail as they say! So the first year ends crashing hopes of the "silent majority" cursing, repairing armour after that "fell flat on face" attempt to talk, or adding a zing in their "profile" made by vociferous attempts to make their profiles match the intersts, did she stay she lives in "lucknow", arrey my train passes that station, change belongs to " coach no 6 lucknow platform". gosh! and this aint the story of a batch like an infinite loop the story goes on and gets classy with each passing year...........................
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