Hot-shot cricketer, Shikar Dhawan, met his wife Ayesha via Facebook, and they’re just one of goodness-knows-how-many couples out there for whom Facebook played cupid. The way we live andlove is changing, and how! Care for a walk down memory lane?

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Love is just a click awayThen: You’d see her somewhere and have to either follow her home or keep wondering who she was until you saw her again (if you ever saw her again, that is).Now: She’s probably just a click away, if you’re one-tenth the detective Sherlock was.Remember, espionage is fair in love and on Facebook.The StalkingThen: You were the roadside romeo incarnate; your sauntering down her lane was well-timed to match her arrivals and departures.Now: You stalk her online through updates, posts, likes... If she’s in the habit of ‘checking-in’, even if it’s just into her own home, that’s a bonus.The IntroThen: You’d spend weeks rehearsing the best way to approach her. She would probably wait patiently for you to make the first move.Now: You could unceremoniously ‘poke’, casually ‘add a friend’ or if you’ve been raised with better manners, ‘inbox’ her and introduce yourself.Getting to Know YouThen: You’d be on your best behaviour, until you knew she was falling for you, and then you could relax into your own skin.Now: You just might have to live up to your online persona, even if that’s not exactly who you really are.In AdorationThen: You gazed into each others eyes, and the world disappeared. “I love you,” was a whispered sweet something or yelled from a rooftop.Now: Secret love! What’s that? More often than not, the world wide web is privy to  declarations of love, lust and loathsomeness.

EtiquetteThen: Opening doors, helping old ladies with their groceries, and generally being chivalrous could get you a much-awaited peck on the cheek.Now: Opening doors, helping old ladies with their groceries, and generally being chivalrous may prompt her to upload a Bitstrips panel in your honour.’Allo! ’Allo!Then: With the hours you spent on the landline, you became your telecom service provider’s favourite customer, and you still wanted to call her back.Now: You’re constantly connected on Whatsapp, but you wish it didn’t reveal when you were ‘last seen’. Woe betide you if you’re online and forget to message her.The First FightThen: There’s silence from both ends until the more mature of the two picks up the phone and says, “let’s go for a walk”, or “we need to talk”, or something similar. Only your best friend knows exactly what happened, and she won’t tell.Now: Status messages go from ‘In a Relationship’, to ‘It’s Complicated’, to ‘Single’ to ‘In a Relationship’ again. And depending on your privacy settings, either just your friends or the ‘public’ knows you’re at war.Love, Love me DoThen: From a handwritten message or a blank call with your favourite love song playing, to flowers from a secret admirer— courting was filled with much mystery.Now: Love letters have been reduced to a keyed-in <3, while laughing together is simply LOLing or ROFLing.Miss you! NotThen: If he, or you, were a traveller you would have to wait patiently for a telegram, or the postman or a trunk call, depending on which decade you were born in.Now: As long as there is wi-fi or you’ve got a great data plan, you can whatsapp anytime, anywhere. Or if you’re missing his voice, place a Viber call.GPSThen: You could tell him you’re visiting a sick friend and go see a movie instead.Now: He’s tracking your online activity.Uh oh! You’re in trouble.The WeddingThen: You had to wait weeks while the official photographer processed your photographs.Now: There’s live broadcasts from your wedding.Honeymoon AnticsThen: We never heard a peep from the couple until after the honeymoon.Now: We get hourly updates complete with visuals, all the way up to the petals on the bed. We’re just waiting to see how explicit you dare to go.Happy AnniversaryThen: This was a cherished date, reserved for spending time with each-other and family.Now: Thanks to Instagram and the fact that you didn’t forget to ‘check-in’, we know where you’re having dinner and exactly what you’re eating. Are we invited?Do Note: While we’ve used gender references at random, what works for ‘him’, works just as well for ‘her’.As observed by Rama Sreekant and Averil Nunes