I am NOT a phone person.
I just cannot talk hours into the phone like many of my friends, or anyone for that matter, do. Most of the time I’ll draw a total blank on what to say next. Or rather what to talk about next. The habit or lack of it, has probably cost me potential friends, relationships.
There were times in school when some of my friends would remark to the other, ” Yaar call kiya kar! Yeh(pointing to me) toh kabhi call nahin karta hai!” I would go colon pipe. I never realized the joy, if any, of talking on the phone. Neither did I consider it to be a relationship building tool. To me it was totally boring and useless thing to do. In the past year, I have accumulated thousands of roll over minutes.
There are of course, exceptions. There was only my best friend from school, with whom, I used to talk on phone and still continue to do so. The frequency has decreased after both of us joined grad school in the US but it hasn’t entirely stopped. In fact, the number of people I talk to on the phone, has increased. Like my partners in crime would tell you. Every conversation reminds me of the conference call scenes from Panchatantram.
Exceptions, of the so called unjustified kind, exist too. The chat with the best friend would rarely stretch into the second hour. But chats with that girl stretched even further. Understandably so, you’ probably say. Yes, I’d agree. But what is considered to be unjustified here is, I tend to talk to members of the opposite sex only on the phone. More often than not. No, the reasons are far from obvious. Let me explain.
In my defense, it is all thanks to the big bad world of instant messaging. During the first two years of my engineering back in India, it was the time of broadband revolution and it was pretty “cool” to remain online for at least 18 hours of the day. It continues to this day. A bunch of us(guys only), the ones that are still close, have a Google group running. It’s been active since the beginning of the third year of our college, and is active to this day. It is more or less active round the year. Everyday. We diss each other, congratulate each other, wish each other, talk sports, movies, coding, linux and anything under the sun. Sometimes(like during a cricket match) messages arrive at tens per second and we’d receive a mail from Google saying there is a crash and service is temporarily suspended.
And these are guys who’d be online for most part of the day. Like me. I never felt the need, even after coming to the US, to call up these guys and have a chat. I’d speak with them, albeit five or six lines of chat, about every week or two. There’d be a new thread wishing the birthday boy on the group. No calls. Suits me fine. The girls are not like that. I hardly see them online and if I do see them, it’d be at least a month apart. So if I do feel like talking to them, I pick up the phone. Quite frankly, I haven’t called the guys back in India that often. Hey, I see you online everyday. And I am not really a fan of phone calls!
I had to put this up somewhere. It’s not an alibi. It’s not even a disclaimer. But it was meant to be put up in writing. Just a thought. In other news, I hit myself for now only discovering this precious thing. I am absolutely clueless as to why I never stumbled upon it. Happy Holidays!