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At the dawn of the internet era in the beginning of this century, people of my generation had a choice between the 'new found toy' and 'conventional friends'. We were in our teens and were perhaps the most gullible takers of the widest offerings of internet. When I say wide, I mean our generation could be takers of internet games, dating chatrooms and websites pertaining to our respective higher studies including exam notifications and knowledge content. The magic called "google" was already there. Each one of us were told by someone or the other that we could search about just anything on google.

The first things that we had willingly searched on google, spoke a lot about the lives and hobbies we had secretly lived till then.

People were drawn to chatrooms even for making new friends in addition to dating. It was a natural attraction. Mostly people were more amused by the nature of internet or google than by any person that they were led to.

In my first week of college, I had made a choice that had led me to a person or two who had made similar choices recently. We became best friends and remained so till what could have been called eternity at that point of time. The present day is almost two decades from then.  We were a set of people with literally no interest in making relationships with unknown people over the internet. We always thought that fads were mortal. We were right, nothing that we saw around lasted long.
What we did not know in our teens is that literally everything was mortal. Some were quicker than others.
The two decades after the beginning of college together could be broken into two parts. The first part is the part of everything together, while the second is the one of everything differentially. The first decade was when we had nothing else in life,  we had a lot of commonality as a club in our day schedules, challenges, happiness, struggle and again choices. The second one comprised of the same common things , yet personalized and differential. We have common challenges in life even now, but the paths have strangely become individual. We did not realize we have been going through such paradigm shift while the articulation remained unchanged.
Yes, the fad of serious things has started to show its end.  Some serious strings have subtly transcended to a form of metamorphic phone numbers and close social circle. Things do come to an end even if there are no changes in commonality or characters. End is imperative.
Real life is not so unlike the internet. Relationships are time bound, geography bound and majorly bound by common causes, common to the club as a whole, not just common individually. In real life too, there are a handful of faces or templates which come, stay, go and come again pasted on a new set of people every time. We build our familiarity, unfamiliarity, like and dislike based on a trend analysis of very small units of human behavior towards us since the time we are born.
We keep making new friends basis his or her similarities with some old friend, yet we cant re build the bridge with the same old friend. 

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  1. UnknownApril 2, 2021 at 2:13 AM

    Beautifully written, "We keep making new friends basis his or her similarities with some old friend, yet we cant re build the bridge with the same old friend."

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