IT with facebook

...Trung… came the sound.

Yangchen: “hi dear dere. m I allowed inside”

Jamtsho: “oh! helloooow dere, how r u”

Yangchen: “me? m fined n m not fine”

Jamtsho smiles and smile grows into a huge laughter.

“Jamtsho!” excliams Cheki, bringing Jamtsho to a sudden comical halt. She has been sitting with Jamtsho for hours as always. In fact, she is his girlfriend. They have thrived for more than half a decade but now, with Jamtsho spending more time in front of the screen facebooking, Cheki worries to the point of illness that she couldn’t but exclaim.

“What’s wrong with you?” shouts Jamtsho, frowning at her. Cheki remembers how sweet and caring he was before. It is, however, very painful to see him so different, as if he were a stranger or he were a body functioned by a different heart.

“How can you do this to me? As if I am invisible to you, you go on flirting on Facebook and who is that shameless Yangchen?” She is taking no more excuses from him; he has crossed the limit. “If only you could use your Information Technology knowledge the right way. See how your English language is dwindling as you chat and …” she is interrupted.

“Shut up, you…” he bangs his fits on the desk, stands up and glares right into her eyes. She lowers her head and tries to resist the bursting tears but efforts succumb to futility. “I know what I am doing. Facebook is IT and I am using it, what’s wrong there? Am I, who loves IT, wrong to resort to exploring the right resources?” He scratches his unwashed hair in the utmost frenzy.

Though he is a teacher and expectations on teachers are usually high. Recently, he has started going to his office without washing, and without preparing the syllabus, lectures and activities. IT has given the world easy access to information and communication, but how he used it now has caused all that mess at the core of their relationship and his responsibility.

“Jamtsho,” she calls him softly between her sobs, “I am giving you one last chance to keep away from this trend you are following and improve. Else there won’t be me sitting by your side, no more. Though I won’t be happy, it would be better that way.” She begs him and begs the Almighty above to bless him to agree or else bless her that her decision be white.

“Oh, you are leaving now?” He, with fake kindness, looks at her. Then he turns to their room which says that only Cheki’s hand has cared for it. “She, who was dependent, is leaving. Oooo…” and suddenly turns towards her making her shut her mouth with her hand to prevent shouting in fright. “What difference does it make to me to have or not have you here? Now go! You uncaring women,” he yells, and pushes her out so hard that she slides fast over the floor, hitting her head hard on the door.

“Ouch…” she cries. He does not notice, or may be, he does not care.

“Now that’s what you deserve,” he comments, satisfied, and sinks back into his chair.

She slowly wakes up from that impact with much difficulty. Then looking for the very last time at him, she walks out.

Jamtsho: “r u dere dear”

Yangchen: “yeah, were were u.  i missed u so much.”

Jamtsho: “don’t miss me 4rm now. i m now alys urs…”

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