There are some people who are so very immune to the world's negatives. In spite of a bad, deadly situation they can manage to have a smile on their face and carry on as if everything is normal. The ability to be level headed in a situation where a normal human being literally goes berserk. And it isn't because these people are blessed with a special ability but because they lack a ability. The ability to be scared. But as if it was nature's attempt to keep these people under control, so that they do not end up ruling over it, most of these people have a tendency to implode.
The implosions often have a serious impact not only on the person himself/herself but also on the people around. And survival in case of such implosions is a rarity. It often ends up in a cold-blooded murder of the self. Where such fundamental requirements for the normal existence of a human being as self-confidence are destroyed to nether. Often leading to suicides. If not suicides than to instances of sadistic crime. Attempts to regain the lost treasure. And when no results are obtained - to incidences of Alcoholism or drug addiction. The person is making an attempt to kill the identity and enter a trance. To live in a world of dreams and not reality.
Never thought a city could be more alien the second time than the first time. But experienced it. Realised that a person's comfort level at a place has more to do with the people around than anything else. Realised that the outcome of decisions, howsoever logical and well thought they may be, is ultimately dependant on what is called Luck.
More than 4 years back I set my foot for the first time on the group of islands called Mumbai (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_islands_of_Bombay). Somehow, there was no discomfort at all. Just a little more than 4 months back I set my foot for the second innings on the same group of islands. Somehow, there was no comfort at all.
Back then I had a diary - a private blog to which no one had access. It was full of all that I saw around me, good and bad, ugly and beautiful, poltically correct and incorrect. Now there is no inclination to write in the same format or with the same frequency. But there is a much stronger inclination to express than last time as now I am in a place that's alien to me and what I see is new to me. So here I begin with Mumbai Diaries 2.0.
There's almost nothing that Google can't find. If there's data uploaded anywhere on the WWW google can find it. But then, unfortunately, we don't have a Google for the physical world.... yet! (I added the yet just to be safe. After all we don't know what the next big revolution after the IT revolution is going to be.)
Anyway, if its not on the net Google can't find it. Period. And if you have an old friend who has techphobia God Bless You! Without Google (and FaceBook and Orkut) I wouldn't be in touch with almost anyone of my old friends. Specially the schoolmates. If they wouldn't have been online I would have absolutely no idea about where and how they are and how they are doing in their lives.
And the beauty of all this is that I can do it passively. I don't need to message them, mail them or call them unless I'm inclined to. And the inclination usually comes when I become aware of some special occassion/event in the life of the person. This special may be in the good way(marriage etc) or bad way(some personal tragedy etc).
Coming to the problem... now, somehow a lot of my very close friends from the not so recent past are not so tech-savvy. Even though I can safely call myself a veteran of the online world I have been unable to find them on the net. While I've been able to find most of these guys using the online network there is one person that I'm failing to reach.
One of my at-that-time closest friends A. There isn't a trace of her on the internet. Nor am I able to find anyone who is in touch with her. I visited her place to find out that she, along with her family, has moved and no-one in the neighbourhood has any idea where. Her phone numbers in any case change every few months as she is pretty careless with her phones. Now if everything is fine with her it isn't so much of a problem.. the problem is that I don't know whether everything is indeed fine. And having already lost a sweet 22 yr old friend to death I am bound to be worried about her.
Why are there things that Google can't find!