WERE WE MEANT TO BE? – (PART-I)
At times, these dating sites tend to get too dangerous. You don’t even know who the person on other side is. There are guys who sign up as girls and just play around with innocent people. When Bangalore-based Vikram linked up with Ishaana in Sydney...
Beep...beep! the phone message sounded. I rubbed my eyes and flashed my million-dollar smile, for I knew it would be her. I picked up the phone and opened my message box. As expected, it was her and her daily routine of wishing me a great day. But today, that was not all. The message read, “Good Morning Sweetie. Have a great, day. I am coming to India soon.”
Beep...beep! the phone message sounded. I rubbed my eyes and flashed my million-dollar smile, for I knew it would be her. I picked up the phone and opened my message box. As expected, it was her and her daily routine of wishing me a great day. But today, that was not all. The message read, “Good Morning Sweetie. Have a great, day. I am coming to India soon.” The last line was a shocker. Not that I did not want her to come back but, having known her, I would have expected her to break this news more dramatically. I immediately called her to know more. She had a voice mail set-up which said, “You have reached Ishaana. I am sorry; I can’t take calls now. Drop me a message and I’ll call you back. Bye.” This was followed by a beep tone. All I said was “Hey Ishu, Vikki here. Call me free ho ke.” This was my standard voice message that I would leave on her mobile. With a lot of excitement I got up from my bed, had a quick shower and dressed myself for work. A strange anxiety had taken over me. I was both surprised and shocked. I was waiting for this day for about eight months. Eight months! I’ve been madly in love with her, but hadn’t seen her even once. Actually she was in Sydney right from the day we got to know each other.
Now, you would be wondering how we got acquainted if we weren’t at the same place. I reside in the IT hub of the world, in Bangalore, and she a student of management in Sydney. Being an IT guy myself, I know how to reduce distances and make the world a small place.
Ishaana and I were users of this dating site (the name of which I would not want to take) and thanks to the revolutionary technology that we are equipped with today, I could do a search for “available” people in and around a particular area. I still don’t remember why and how I started looking for people around the Gateway of India, Mumbai. As I was glancing through the profiles, I was particularly attracted to this one profile whose name was “The Dirty Picture”. Just by reading the name itself I got transported to a self-
created world and started imagining the profiles owner to be as sultry and vivacious as Vidya Balan from the movie. My heart was already doing the “O la la... O La La...” and I sent a text. Just a one liner, “Hi! This is Vikramjeet Kapoor. A no-nonsense guy from Bangalore.”
At times, these dating sites tend to get too dangerous. You don’t even know who the person on other side is. There are guys who sign up as girls and just play around with innocent people. I have been deceived like that on one occasion before. I was not really expecting any reply; I got one within a few seconds. The message read, “Hey Vikramjeet Kapoor. Nice to see you here. This is Ishaana and am doing my MBA from the University of Sydney.”
In my next message I attached my picture and details like age, native land hobbies, etc. To be honest, I was expecting a reply this time. A few seconds passed, then a few minutes, and finally after about two hours, I logged out. Dejected and depressed. I mean, to think about it, I’ve always been a hit on that dating site. To put it in simple terms I was “a successful dater”. It could be my looks, or my smile, or the innocent face that I’ve got, or my hobbies which always worked with the girls. Just in case you are wondering what my hobbies are, then here it goes – writing, cooking, shopping and dating! I had always listed only these four items as my hobbies on the dating site. And I was quite successful too in getting girls with these. But Ishaana did not seem to be interested in any of these. I just moved on with my glancing of other profiles but was not able to text anyone. Ishaana was occupying a major part of my thoughts. I did not even reply to the message that I was getting from other users on the dating site. The day passed and I went off to sleep.
The next morning I woke up and left to work. Post-lunch, I logged in back to the site and found a message from Ishaana, “Hi Vikramjeet Kapoor! Can I call you VK? Your name is quite long and formal. VK sounds cooler. Let me admit, you’ve got a gorgeous face and a killer smile. And do not even try hitting on me with the hobbies that you’ve listed in your text. Sending you my pictures. Have fun.” This message was accompanied by three pictures. Those three pictures were of the most charming person I had come across till date on the site. I was a user for over two years but never had seen such a cute and beautiful person. Not being able to control the urge to know her more, I immediately texted back, “Could I have your mobile number?”
“Mr VK take it slow. We just know each other by name as of now. It’s way too early for me to share phone numbers,” she responded. Dejection again! All I could reply was “Okay! As you say Ishu.”
“Ishu only for people very close to me and the people who I like can call me by that. You are just a stranger now. Kindly avoid using Ishu,” she replied. I did not know what to say. But still, I replied “Hey, I am sorry. I did not know about that.” She sent me a smiley and I logged out and got back to work. I had saved her pictures on my laptop and would now and then keep looking at them. My hit rate on the site started falling as I had stopped replying to messages from other users, leave alone messaging other users randomly. My world on that dating site was restricted to only one profile now. It was Ishaana’s – The Dirty Picture!
The next day there was no message from her and the subsequent day also followed blank! No messages from her. I thought game’s over now. I should get back to other users and find someone else. I wanted to give one final shot and I messaged her – “Hey beautiful! Wassup! Been busy huh?” She immediately replied, “Yeah! Was missing you!”
I was taken aback. Was she actually missing me or just replying with a generous dose of sarcasm. I sent her a smiley and she was fast to send me a request for a video chat. Now, this was a real bouncer. I had never been into video chatting with people on the dating site in just three or four days of knowing them. I quickly ruffled my hair, wiped the sweat off my face, looked into the mirror and made sure I was looking good and accepted the request.
Within a few seconds on my laptop screen I could see the girl who had made me a crazy person. I just kept staring at her and she finally spoke – “Will you even speak something or just keep staring. Had you wanted to only stare, you could keep looking at my pictures!” and burst into giggles and I joined her. All I could say was, “You’re beautiful.”
Pat came the reply, “Tell me something that I don’t know!”
“Attitude huh?” I said. Both of us split our sides with laughter. We kept talking for some time, some more time and a lot more time. We spoke about a lot of things – our likes, dislikes, favourite food, daily schedules, schooling, college days, work life, everything. I felt as if I was speaking to a long-lost childhood friend. I had never been so comfortable with anyone so soon from the dating site. Ishaana was an exception.
As days progressed, it became a routine for us to talk and share our daily lives and activities with one another. One fine day, over something that was bothering her, I told her “Don’t worry Ishaana. Everything will be fine. I am with you na.”
To this , she said, “Call me Ishu! I’ve started liking you. You can now call me Ishu, Vikki!”
I did not pay heed as to
I did not pay heed as to how VK transformed into Vikki. I was too carried away by the fact she actually confessed that she’s started liking me. I was super happy!