It all began with a modern-enough offering – the bulk-sms package on my cell-phone which ends soon, on Saturday. I didn’t want to leave close to a hundred sms-es unused. So I sent a characteristic ‘Hi’ to four friends, all of who have been in my life for longer than eight years. And for the record, I am 26-and-close-to-another-month old myself. Two responded instantly. They were two highly normal people, boys and gentlemen in the simplest sense. They were nice and then bade me goodnight; inspite of my acting rather whimsically with them after 11 PM. These are guys I can count on, for reasonable to not-so-reasonable things. A girlfriend responded too after a while. These are people who remind me of parts of myself. While all this was happening, I was rummaging my phonebook for more victims. Obviously my sms package does not cover international sms, so I had to leave my best friend be. The one guy who responded not at all, well, not much lost. What came home to me was how few peo