I followed her everywhere, tracing into every nook
of the digital medium. From facebook to linkedin, and bloggers to wordpress, there
could be a very small number where I may have spared her. Every piece of information
helped me to know her a little and by now when the pen started to explore words
on the page and the mind and hand are trying to make a lot of combination, I feel
fully acquainted of her. You may have assumed it by now that my request had
been flooding all over her accounts on digital medium and she might have got
irritated seeing the request of a single person everywhere, unaware of the guy
and why he is after her for now intuition of every single men in this country
is considered fetishist to an Indian women. But to the contrary, none of the
attempts made it and it’s the privacy policy which landed me up in vain.
I could not see the Add as a friend option on her facebook page though I could view all
her details, right from her likes to contact information tab where there are
number of links that would drive me to her other accounts and it was a complete
waste of time just getting redirected from place to place like a beggar. A
number of profile pictures were promulgated so that atleast we can feel lucky
enough to know that she really exist and should not be considered as an extinct
species. She is beautiful and hot and that’s why privacy is inevitable to her
accounts?? Not at all, it makes any sense with her physical traits. It is such
an incredulous to see a contradictory intellectual or irrelevant matter of
facts.
Well,
facebook was the second choice since I had made the first attempt at linkedin
to connect professionally where I could have done all the required discussions
and probably end up the subject matter but invitees were required to know her
mail id and it is only possible if you do really know her like the back of your
hand; not professional enough. And then chasing her to facebook reinvented the lost
hope, only guiding me to embrace disappointment. I had the last option
available, texting her so that she would check her inbox to know who I am and
why I have supposed to appear like a bug sticking all around her digitally. I
am requesting her to know me but wait; now this should be overruled. I need to
pay 22 bucks to facebook for sending that message directly to her inbox or
else my message gets spammed?? Whoa!! Are you trying to do business with my
lost emotions or state of despair? I couldn't help but move on as the result of
juxtaposition of the privacy policy and her absurd intellectuality.
I just tried to justify and console myself with the
thought of enlightening the theory of relativity and orienting the
same with whatever happened a few minutes ago which seemed farcical.
P.S: This is a work of fiction where the intention
was to throw a light on the privacy policies on digital platform and how the
excessive use of it on your profile can leave the mark of counting you in as a
conceited fool.