I heard the news today. Iím sorry, I know itís tough. I havenít been in touch since we broke up in 2006. When Google said that it will be all over for you this September, I must confess I felt a slight twinge. Is it guilt? I donít know. But just like in the movies, my brain went into montage loop, spinning memories of all those hours I spent with you. Itís all coming back to me now.
You were my first. It was 2004 and you were new and friendly and so easy to use. You showed me the world online, and I spent hours looking at profiles of people I knew and didnít know. You were more than the flavour of the month, you had thousands of us clicking and scrolling up and down the site; in time, India would boast of the highest number of users after Brazil ó thatís what you meant to us. You were so much cooler than you are now, without privacy settings and I could stalk my brand new ex-boyfriend to my heartís content.You were there for me when I saw photographs of his latest girlfriend and cried my eyes out. Orkut, you made me come out of my shell.
In turn, I revealed myself to you. I felt I could be the person I really am: shallow, selfie-centred and judgemental. I had friends take pictures of me, but only if they had DSLR cameras, and preferably in black and white, so that my double chin wasnít too visible. I would upload them as soon as I could, and then I watched as my friends told me how pretty I looked. The school crush sent me
a scrap: ďCute.Ē Sigh. I lived for
My inner copywriter emerged thanks to your encouragement. I thought of clever things to say to my friends because I knew their friends would read them too. You taught me that I am a voyeur and thatís nothing to be ashamed of.
I left you for Facebook, but it wasnít me, it was you. A year had gone by and you were still the same but Iíd changed. I wanted to be exclusive.
I felt important when I received friend requests from the posh people in school and college, and I was dazzled by Facebookís clean, minimalist
Farewell, dear friend. Iíll never forget you, I promise. In September, Iíll post a