The world changed upside down within no time. I jostled against the tide of time. Now nothing is left in this journey of life just that everything now seems bland to me. I am racing against time struggling and fighting. No one could ever understand my plight. I had lost everything - money, happiness and love. The great economic recession transformed me into a pauper and I lost all my happiness. My beloved darling Emily left me all alone. Emily, my only love whom I discovered through a social networking site kicked me out of her life. I couldn't believe that I am on the street within no time. They say everyone is born with a purpose. Today, I fail to realize the purpose of my life. I walk along the deserted streets of Marine drive. Its 3.15 AM. The entire city of dreams was snoring to glory and I was all alone walking down the lane. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I decided to take a stroll at the beautiful side of the city for the last time. I wanted to plunge deep into the ocean of life and freed myself from all kinds of melancholy.
I walked slowly, taking one step at a time. I stood there firm for a minute and sat on the seat. A cold breeze brushed my hair and it was a complete state of joy, a transient feeling amid my frustrations. I stood facing the sea and started walking towards it. I could feel the cold waves kissing my feet every time I stepped ahead seawards.
"So, going to commit suicide, huh?" I heard a voice from behind.
I remained stunned and for a while I realized that I was the only one present at that place.
I stood there contemplating for a while. There was a deafening silence for a minute. I didn't hear any voice for a while.
"Generally how long do you take to reply?" I had the same voice again.
I cleared my throat and said, "Who are you?"
"Well, I am the forgotten hero!" the person said.
"At least prove me you are a person." I said.
"I failed to prove myself and that’s why few people left me," the voice continued, "Not few ,I mean many."
"We both have similar stories." I quickly replied.
"Just that I am all alone like you. But my condition is better than yours. I got few loyal people who followed me during my early days of life." I heard a laughter sound.
I smiled at him. At least it was good to know that he had someone in his life unlike me. "That's good!" I said.
"So, why are you so sad? You never used to be sad when Emily was around, no?" the voice said.
"Well, things have moved on," I said and asked," Hey, how you know Emily?"
"I know many things about you."
"You scare me," I said and continued, "Please tell me who are you?"
I now started sweating profusely amid the cold breeze. "Dude, look at you sweating at this hour. You used to be a fun loving guy during 2004 when we met!" the voice said.
"What? We even met?!" I replied.
"Yes, we did. You used to visit me every day and in fact the first time we met I had sent you an invitation to meet me. Dude, you forgot me so soon. Haw!" the voice said.
“You lost your first mobile phone to get an invite from me. Don't you remember?” the voice added.
"I introduced you to Parul, Priyanka, Eshita, Zainab, Tina, Lorita, Neha and many more girls. You met all of them through me. And you even met Emily through me," the voice said.
I was perplexed now. Those were the good old teen days where I chanced upon every single girl who had a beautiful picture on their profile and some people called that act as 'Orkutiya'.
"You are scaring me now. Don't get on my nerves dude?" I said.
"Why did you leave me? Why did you forsake me, dude?" the voice asked me.
"For god sake, tell me who are you?" I asked.
I was tired of my life and decided to finish everything that life had offered me. I never wanted a second chance for I knew that all my attempts to move on in life would eventually turn futile.
"You ran behind walls. I gave you the real platform to express your love but you ran behind walls and scribbled on it."
"I taught you how to like people but you preferred clicking a like button instead. I taught you to talk beyond walls but you decided a timeline for everything." The voice now turned aggressive.
"I introduced you to different communities in my network and even made you owner of few of my communities. Don't you remember you even used to boast about how it feels to be a community owner?" the voice added.
"I gave you the freedom of expression, speech and space. But you preferred saying things in less than 140 characters and started following a stupid blue color birdie which took the world by storm." the voice continued.
"I am super vexed by your actions. I have craved for your presence. Every single minute I miss you and the million others who follow the wall culture of scribbling on walls instead of talking." The voice turned aggressive once again.
"Even people who never touched books during their life time started facing books. I am not like that book, wall or that stupid little birdie. I made people appreciate you through something called testimonials," the voice continued,” Do those jerks allow you to do this?" I could hear a voice something similar to Batman wheezing.
"For heaven sake, tell me who you are?" I said," I beg you please. I assure you that we can be friends again." I said with a smile and started searching for the person behind me.
"It's late now. They have fixed the date, dude. Stop acting!" the voice said.
"What date?"I curiously asked.
"30th September, 2014." the voice said and appeared in front of me.
Tears rolled down my cheeks. "Orkut!" I screeched loudly. I started sobbing. I couldn't control my tears.
"I love you, Orkut!" I said. He smiled at me and said,"I know that, dude!"
We both hugged each other tightly."I will miss you, Orkut!" I said.
"Pagle, abh rulayega kya!" Orkut said. "Now, I am only there for 1 month or so. So better relive your teen days before I go obsolete. And don't forget to download all the testimonials that the chicks wrote for you." Orkut said, winking at me.
"I love you Orkut. You gave me all the happiness and I owe everything to you."
"God to hear that! Live your life once again! This life is precious. Enjoy it." Orkut said and within seconds it vanished.
"Ork...ku....tttttt!" I screamed at the top of my voice.
I sat on the slab and opened my mobile browser. I typed www.orkut.co.in.
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