ArHI SS: RSVP: The End. 10/April [Complete] - Page 8

Originally posted by: janu6669

We ,generally assume that the system is like this or it should be in a particular way and hence act according to the assumptions.Lack of communication stems from assumptions and thereby misunderstandings...

True that. It applies in every aspect of our lives. Misunderstanding also stems from the intent being read otherwise or the situation isn't read properly. Isn't IPK all about that? :=)

Originally posted by: luvbug

i just started reading this... n omg i totally agree with arnav... we dont converse we just talk... we remember we have an email but not its contents... wow so true...

even in the earlier chapters... i loved the thinking behind autumn leaves.. i never thought of it that way... and the processes/documentation we have does help us stabilize... the thinking behind it that it makes all equal and have a fixed output was awesome... omg im in love with your writing and thinking

im just blabbering watever is coming to my mind :)

u r an amazing writer... im going to go home n make my husband read this... i loved it... will read through the chapters again with him :)

Thank you :-) Do let me know how the reading goes :=)

Originally posted by: greenteaholic

Isn't it odd? Conversations used to involve much more than few lines read on cellphone or laptop. Sometimes there was paper involved. There were senses involved. There were strangers involved. There were places involved. Now it all seems so...lonely, you know? We constantly exchange emails but we remember only bits and pieces of them because we know we can always go back to them and re-read. We remember we have email but we don't remember what it contains. We have become more interested in taking a picture in front of a monument and uploading for all our friends to see than understanding the story behind the monument.

Everything we do is becoming an archival process of our life than actually enjoying the moments living it. There is an incessant need to prove to people we are happy and amazing. We need to keep doing things constantly to portray an active and exciting life. Our flaws
are Photoshopped or glossed over other interesting details we believe we have. Isn't what we have enough? Isn't being myself enough?

When conversations become memories, words become triggers for future. A lone word can spark an endearing memory or can start a war. So Thank you for starting this coversation with me Ms. Gupta. I don't know what I want in life. I don't know what I would want to do three years from now. But I sure want to keep conversing with you.

Beautiful.❤️

Originally posted by: meera30

Res

It is ironical - and yes irony has a way of biting one in the ass - that I am late to this part of the conversation. What can I say - I was trying to find the perfect moment when I would be free of all else and hence be able to respond to this as meaningfully as it deserves to be read. Now if that isn't the loss of spontaneity and conversation, I don't know what is

We are strangely in the age where conversations don't matter. Most social networking sites don't claim to help conversation either, to be fair. They are all "self" tools - they are there to help "me" tell the world, how I feel, how I look, what I do, what I achieved. And it gives me the luxury of time to arrange my emotions, pick my best face, decide what I did that was exciting enough to be shared,...

Yes, we have lost the art of conversation. All we care about it is how many "likes" our post on FB gets, how many times our tweet is retweeted, how many followers we have on our blog, how many people are waiting with bated breath for what we have to say.

Maybe our gene pool always had a narcissism gene and we have finally found the way to feed that!

What can I say - I miss the cafes, the phone calls that lasted forever and talked. Really talked.

And yet, I shamelessly admit that this is easy, this is comfortable. It doesn't make me choose between people I want to talk to - I can juggle, it doesn't make me step out of my comfort zone. Yes, I think like most progress, it has made my life easy and when has easy EVER been enriching and meaningful?

So maybe in a strange way, I must say thank you to you, GTH for this conversation you have started. Three years from now, I would still love to keep doing this. Yes, indeed

I even accept that we do have a portion of gene dedicated to narcissism and this story in itself is a testament for that. I mean there is no story though I call it "Short Series" or "Fan Fiction" while we all know its a mere cesspool of thoughts and abstract verses that are trying to find a place. :=)

It is easy, it is comfortable. We can choose what we want to say and filter our opinions. And most of all, we wont be judged for the flaws we own because we choose to ignore it and walk past it. (I have written and deleted like five times before coming up with this, so there)

Having an opening is always awesome, yeah? Keep the dialogue on :-)

Originally posted by: ...Iyla...

Beautiful.❤️

Continue soon.

Thanks.

5. Talking becomes over rated when actions make things obvious. Like, when you kissed me for the first time all those years ago, the next sixty years of our life together flashed in front of me. The capacity of togetherness is only aided by hopes, dreams and truck load of imagination. Not that it works out but it gives you something to look forward to.

Do you know about Ship of Theseus? You can replace any component of a ship and probably everything in the ship yet it remains the same ship. The replacement can happen one at a time or everything can happen together. The name remains the same even when all original components in the assembly are changed or even upgraded. So what makes an object unique? The stuff and things its made of or the name the object represents? The way we communicate has evolved over the years but the necessity of it hasn't changed. Maybe that's why even text speak (I know it annoys the hell out of you when I text 'c u l8r', to my immense pleasure) evolved to keep up with speed of communication. While new ways of communication has removed the solidarity of senses, memories... and most importantly time associated with conversation, it has provided many people a sense of security; it has become easy to find people who think like you and are interested in same things as you are. It's easier to have a dialogue with a stranger on things that tickle you without any inhibition. Like everything in this world, the art of conversation has undergone changes and like humans it has both good and bad changes.

We yearn for the things of past; remembering, reflecting and reinventing the moments that we once held dear. These things are now in some place far away where everything is clear and perfectly understood. There are no flaws in this place and the world is the perfect place to be. That place exists in all of us - in that one moment in our past which makes us retrospect and constantly crave for a repetition of that moment. In this game of waiting in a world that's getting foreign by the second, you are already set up for disappointment because that world doesn't exist anymore. It's changed. It's different. You are different. The weight of the moment is different. Yet, we want that moment to come to our lives over and over again and make us feel invincible and incredibly complete. As if the purpose of our life was absolutely clear and absolve us from every divergence of our lives.

We aren't the people we were a decade and half ago when talking for half a dozen hours was alright on any given day. We are different now. We have different responsibilities. We have time constraints. We steal time during traffic jams, flight transits and social functions where our presence becomes mandatory. It's okay we have become this way. Its alright to have been reduced to shadows of who we once were but the chips thats fallen from the edges of our silhouettes get filled with characteristics we adapt and skills we learn. We keep reshaping ourselves with each experience but we cling on to bunch of memories from when the experiences were at their sharpest and our edges raw.

We can converse when there are no words left. I won't say something absolutely cliche or sappy but I am going to anyway. We don't always have to associate billion things to make a moment memorable. Just being there at the same place at the same time hand in hand should be enough, yes? You will remember. I will remember. That's all matters in the end. Because memories are made by people Mr. Raizada and I believe (and know!) we haven't stopped making them.

Am okay with that.

PS: The six month delay in response was unavoidable. I am not sure I want to apologize but my tongue would forever be heavy if I don't. I am sorry.

PPS: Did you have to shove the (last) note in my hands in front of Naani? Not cool Mr. Raizada. The teasing I had to endure after dinner... You should find creative ways to hide these notes. Like I do. (Yes, the note rolled along with your tie is cool way of handing them, okay!)

Res

Very well said, Khushi!