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...

Woman's Era - - News - Vikki

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!

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