Very high chances that we won’t. Our calendars or intentions won’t match. But it’s just so much easier to blame innocent calendars. That’s the new status symbol. We show off our calendars like twenty years ago, we showed off cars.
If intentions do match, we schedule a lunch like a G20 summit
After reschedules, reminders and a last-minute postponement due to a ‘family emergency,’ we finally do meet. We promise each other, “Let’s do this more often”, which translated from modern English means, “See you around Diwali, till then let’s stay in touch by liking each other’s posts”
Our OTT subscriptions have multiplied, Passwords multiplied, our Doctors multiplied, Time Management apps multiplied
But our peace of mind didn’t.
We found five new ways to connect and five hundred to disconnect.
But not everyone. I know a ‘gang’ called Hot Pyjamas
No agenda. No Excel sheets. No Doodle polls.
Someone types, “Breakfast?” and others start looking for car keys.
Maybe we aren’t busy. We are just over-consumed, over-entertained, over-informed, over-fed, over-photographed, over-updated, over-tracked and slightly over ourselves.
Anyway, I would have written more, but I am terribly busy. My chai is getting cold 🙂
Let’s catch up soon! If you are free next week, don’t tell me. It’ll ruin the theory.
OTR Footnote: Don’t forget to thank me if this piece made you call someone and say, ‘Evening mein milte hai’ instead of ‘Let’s catch up soon.’ Meanwhile, Hot Pyajamas – a very real ‘gang’ – is meeting again, and this time with an agenda. To decide whether to give me consent or not for a dedicated OTR piece on them.
Last Sip: Spotted at the back of an auto-rickshaw – “Jaanu Gaon Mein, Babu Gurgaon Mein”. I love this dude.