Some
messages that come on WhatsApp make me cry.
Because I’ll be reading them for the umpteenth time.
Why should my mornings begin with these? |
WhatsApp
is the only messaging app I have on my phone. Until a few days back there was FB Messenger
too. I uninstalled Messenger the moment
one particular friend snapped the friendship.
Santosh used to write meaningful things and I loved reading them. It was only for him I installed Messenger. His writings were poetic, philosophical,
funny, personal, bizarre, and just anything depending on his mood. I loved each one of them for the resplendent personality
behind them. Then some well-wishers came
between us. Well-wishers have been my
nemesis for most part of my life. They
ruined my happiness whenever they got an opportunity to do so.
Well-wishers
rule the roost of messaging apps. I get
at least a hundred messages from them every day. Clichéd rules of thumb, jokes that have gathered
patina over time, muffled trumpet-blowing.
I have stopped opening most of them.
I need WhatsApp because sometimes my workplace issues important messages
on it.
Some jokes are welcome :) |
I
would install as many messaging apps as you please provided there were more
Santoshes in the world. I love writing
that comes from one’s own heart. I don’t
understand why people send to me things written by unknown others. What interests me is you, you as an
individual. What do you have to say to
me?
“Eeeee…” Santosh would write sometimes in response to
my remark or comment. Even that Eeeee
held a kaleidoscope of meaning for me. That
sort of meaning is what I look for in any text; one’s own meaning, not borrowed
ones. Borrowed meanings are as useless
to me as religions. That’s why messaging
apps and I don’t get along well.
Beauty queens from Saudi Arabia. Sent via WhatsApp by a friend with a good sense of humour. This was fantastic. I hope it won't gather patina with nauseating repetition. |
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