These are times when you can like a person in under 60 seconds, converse for another 60, and then just try to check what happens if you tap three dots on the top left and unmatch. Post which you can mumble something, let it go so that the cycle continues.
I swiped left on someone exciting by mistake and continued swiping after two seconds of regret. I have lost matches just because that person did not check their dating app for 24 hours, even though both of us swiped right and matched. Did I lose ‘the one’ for me? Yet, I could find another match, which, of course, didn’t work.
Being a 90’s kid, I have seen in movies – the passion of getting to that person the hero finds charming; the idea of not losing ‘the one’ meant for you. Dating apps smashed the idea. There is no ‘the one’.
Even before dating apps, I started believing that most people can date most others, be in love and maybe marry. Because to like someone is a play of chance. If I can find someone interesting in the confines of my school, if my friend from Germany can find his love in a dorm; it can happen anywhere to anyone. It was a chance that I joined that school, my friend’s being in that German dorm is a chance. Loves and likes are chances that we don’t let go of. Dating apps proved it.
Speaking about how capitalism “cannot exist without constantly revolutionizing” its ways, Marx said, “All fixed, fast-frozen relations, with their train of ancient and venerable prejudices and opinions, are swept away, all new-formed ones become antiquated before they can ossify. All that is solid melts into air, all that is holy is profaned, and man is at last compelled to face with sober senses his real conditions of life, and his relations with his kind.”
It is interesting to look at how far we’ve come: from a shy minnalu to bold bumbalu. Minnalu is someone who can move at the speed of your swipe. Here she is:
What this means for the young adult is something left to write. Until next time!
Reason Demands 
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