Liverpool and United - An Unexpected Friendship

It’s funny how small the world can be and especially in the age of social networking world of Facebook and Twitter. Me and Adi were huge fans of a Twitter handle Evil Kagawa who posts some hilarious tweets about Manchester United and Football in general. We loved it even more as we hate the club. And from extreme sense of boredom and unemployment, I decided to introduce the tweets from the twitter handle to the Facebook world.

As time passed by the page grew more and more and apparently it now has over 15,000 likes and the response it is getting is just amazing. We get a lot of private messages  regarding our identities, as in who is the person that handles the account. I personally do not respond to the same, however an interesting message popped up one day from a cute girl (Indian, which was even more surprising), who was a huge fan of the page. I just couldn’t resist responding to her. She had this raw cuteness about whatever she said. Having said that she behaved mature than her age around me. A huge David Beckham fan and she has all the posters of him and Cristiano Ronaldo in her room. Whenever I talk to her, I remember the girl from Bend It Like Beckham and the same passion often reflects in her. And as I got to know her more and better, we had a lot more in common than I initially thought.

Anmol, that’s her name. Here’s her story :

I threw my stuff on to the couch and rushed to my computer the moment I stepped into the house. I sat down and waited for the screen to come alive. I drummed my fingers impatiently on the table. I wasn’t exactly the epitome of patience at the moment. Finally my PC decided to have pity on me and wheezed awake. I opened Google Chrome as fast as I could and typed the URL – chintanpandit108.blogspot.com – my favourite blog…

Maybe the preference had something to do with the fact that the things he wrote really felt realistic and they were something I could relate with easily. Reading and writing were what I did best. I spent so much time reading and writing that it didn’t even seem like something to do anymore. It was so natural, just like breathing. And the fact that the person writing the blog wasn’t someone super famous but just a regular guy from a regular Indian family trying to bring out the writer in himself – that was just closer to me than I could say. Or maybe it was just the fact that he wrote well…

Anyway, coming back to reality, I waited eagerly as the page loaded. Aaaannd… No new updates. It had been so long now. It felt like forever. I felt like throwing knives at someone. I cursed loudly at the screen. Great. Talking to inanimate objects. Not exactly the biggest sign of sanity. I just decided to cool off a little before the inanimate objects started talking back. I sauntered off to my bedroom, feeling dejected once again. Then worried. What was wrong? There had to be a reason behind the recent elusiveness, right? Too many questions. My head felt like it was spinning. I felt really confused. Why did I even care? Was it just the fact that I really liked reading the entries on the blog? No, that couldn’t be it.

It’s just kind of strange how you can feel closer to someone you’ve never even met and technically don’t even know, than the people who are right next you. Maybe it’s got nothing to do with distance after all. Maybe it’s just how well you understand what it’s like to be in the other person’s shoes. And I’ve never claimed to know someone well enough to be able to judge them, but maybe just well enough to know them without actually knowing them. Could that even happen? Ugh. Why was I plaguing myself with questions and torturing my mind further this way? I just buried my face in the pillows and muttered, “God. I’m so lost that I feel like I’m in a maze.”

Confusion and clutter are the failure of design, not the attributes of information. But where was the information?