no, no, no… this post is not about a breakup over twitter.. even though i’m sure that so many morons would have done it & i guess it would have gone like this:

#mydearxgf we need to talk.. don’t think this is working out.. it’s over.. it’s not me, it’s you.. it’s always been you.. we really had some[character count exceeded]

this post is about something else. this is about an imaginary girl, who has spent the last 6 years of her life, tweeting so much that she finally decides to give it up. and i am not talking about those determined people , who decide to give up Facebook forever, only to share their experience of it on Facebook, a couple of days later.

this is about the girl, who wrote in her diary about the breakup with twitter & why she did it?.. and you ask, what exactly did she write? you asked it, so here goes nothing..

“dear twitter, i have given it a great deal of thought. i have even tried you through the web, phone, chat, and so many gadgets. i don’t think it’s working out between us.. i think we need to end this..”

“listen, i know this must be so hard for you.. you are great, actually tiny, you’re smart, fast, accessible, available 98% of the time & outspreading like a pile of that, n all those.. but it’s not the same twittering feeling anymore.. before you met me, i never thought i would be in any relationship with social networking or maybe I forgot facebook.. maybe i was naïve.. but then you happened.. so different from orkut, facebook and myspace..”

“i could sense the attraction.. the simplicity.. 140.. no more, no less..
you were there in everything i did..”

“i got up, u knew.. i brushed my teeth.. u knew (and millions of other people).. i tripped and broke my nose.. u knew.. it was like, nothing could go wrong.. the web seemed an alright place.. we had some really great times..”

“remember when my boss was firing me, and i was tweeting it real-time… not to mention the reason for my expulsion, which was the tweeting of confidential company data.. and the time when my SSN came, and i told you, only to be ripped off a few grands due to an identity theft.. boy, you have some really keen & quick-acting criminal, dacoit followers..”

“and the time when i was held as a witness in a safe house.. one tweet and never mind… and all those times, when no one wanted to know, what i was doing.. yet you were there for me, to ensure i pissed off everyone by still tweeting about the things i did.. my shoes, the recipes, my trips, the coffee, the rains, my anniversary.. i even talked to my husband through you..”

“you have been with me through all those great rough times.. which wouldn’t have happened without you.. but now, things are different.. i don’t feel it anymore.. i tried the web but i get stuck.. i tried the gadgets.. but they are turning sophisticated.. i tried texting… but it Seems Mostly Sad..”

“initially i used to be chirpy on seeing you.. now i’m just overwhelmed.. the tags, the re-tweets.. random people follow me on you, and send me personalized hate-tweets.. hence it’s time.. it’s time that I let go of you.”

“i cannot believe that we are actually breaking up.. i always thought these things happened to other people.. but like a dog, every user has.. never mind.. it’s over.. and what do they say.. yeah.. we can still be friends.. i’ll still tweet the occasional ridiculous thing i’ll do.. but hang on, that’s how our relationship started in the first place.. so there..”

your’s truly,
the tumblr girl, now..