I heard the news today. Im sorry, I know its tough. I havent 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 dont know. But just like in the movies, my brain went into montage loop, spinning memories of all those hours I spent with you. Its 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 didnt 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 thats 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 hearts 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 wasnt 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: Cute. 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 thats nothing to be ashamed of.
I left you for Facebook, but it wasnt me, it was you. A year had gone by and you were still the same but Id 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 Facebooks clean, minimalist
Farewell, dear friend. Ill never forget you, I promise. In September, Ill post a news link about you on my Facebook profile and Im sure all of us will collect on my wall to talk about how great you used to be.
But right now, I cant even.