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“Let’s catch up soon.”<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n You bumped into Ramesh at the Bangalore supermarket. Or cousin Priya at a wedding in Coimbatore. Or your college roommate Vikram on Zoom. For approximately 90 seconds, you performed the Dance of Manufactured Warmth<\/em><\/span>\u00a0<\/strong>\u2014 eyebrows raised, arms slightly open, voice pitched at “delighted but busy.” And then someone said it. The magic spell.\u00a0The Get Out of Genuine Connection Free card.<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n “We must catch up soon!”<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Both parties immediately relaxed. Because everyone understood the assignment:\u00a0this meeting will never happen<\/em><\/span>.<\/strong>\u00a0No date. No venue. No intention.\u00a0Just the beautiful social lubricant of a sentence that means absolutely nothing and protects everybody’s feelings simultaneously.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n It’s brilliant, actually. Diabolically, anthropologically brilliant.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Let’s catch up soon!<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n The four most faithfully broken words in human history. More predictable than a politician’s promise. The Great Ghosting Gala of Modern Bonds.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sorry to open your gall bladder with a rusty fork: The last time you said \u201cLet\u2019s catch up soon<\/em><\/span>,\u201d you were probably on the pot, scrolling reels, lying through your teeth.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The Japanese<\/em><\/span> call unnecessary social performance\u00a0tatemae<\/em><\/span><\/a>\u00a0\u2014 the public face worn over private truth. The British<\/em> <\/span>perfected the art with\u00a0” We should do lunch<\/span>“<\/em>\u00a0\u2014 an institution so hollow it has its own Wikipedia entry. Brazilians<\/em><\/span> have\u00a0“a gente se v\u00ea”<\/span><\/em>\u00a0\u2014 “we’ll see each other” \u2014 which roughly translates to “I wish you well from this comfortable distance.” Indians<\/em><\/span>? We weaponised it. We added\u00a0“for sure,” “definitely,” “100%”<\/span><\/em>\u00a0\u2014 extra garnish on a dish that was never going to be cooked.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Some Ground Truth?<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n In our swipe-right era, “catch up soon<\/em><\/span>” is the velvet hammer of shallow ties. A 2023 Pew study<\/em><\/span> ghosts us: 60% of adults feel lonelier despite 5x more “friends.” Why? We’re masters of motion, not momentum<\/em><\/span>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ever wonder why your WhatsApp glows with 27 “let’s meet” threads, yet your calendar’s looks like a Vidarbha farmland in summer?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Some More Examples( Caution-They Might Sting)<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n – USA:<\/span><\/em>Two ex-colleagues text \u201cLet\u2019s Zoom!\u201d. After six months of \u201cSo busy!\u201d the quest dies without a meeting. LinkedIn recommends each other instead of therapy.<\/p>\n – India<\/span><\/em>:Uncle says \u201cBeta, come home for lunch\u201d at a wedding. You say \u201cYes, uncle.\u201d You both know the only lunch happening is between his ears. Next family funeral? Same script.<\/p>\n – Japan<\/em><\/span>: \u201cGohan ni ikimashou\u201d (Let\u2019s eat together) gets lost in keigo politeness. It never happens. Deep bow, shallow bond.<\/p>\n – London:<\/em> <\/span>\u201cFancy a pint?\u201d: translates to \u201cI\u2019d rather scrub a Tube station floor with my tongue.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n -In Dubai<\/em><\/span>, \u201cAfter Ramadan for sure.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Civilisations change. Scripts remain.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n This isn\u2019t harmless fluff. It\u2019s emotional spam. Because, we\u2019re not bad people. We\u2019re bandwidth bankrupt<\/em><\/span>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s Catch Up Soon\u201d \u2014\u00a0The Most Successful Event That Never Happened<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Somewhere between \u201cHow are you?\u201d and \u201cTake care,\u201d lies a phrase that has built more imaginary bridges than actual meetings:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s catch up soon.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Soon<\/em><\/span>, in this context, is not a unit of time. It\u2019s a polite black hole<\/em><\/span>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Entire friendships have been parked there. Engines off. Indicators blinking. Nobody stepping out.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n We\u2019ve industrialised intent without delivery.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Shall I dare say it aloud?\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Most \u201ccatch ups\u201d are not postponed. They\u2019re pre-cancelled<\/em><\/span>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n This ritual isn’t just harmless social lubricant anymore. It’s a\u00a0symptom<\/em><\/span>. Of connections measured in follows, not phone calls. Of relationships maintained by forwarding memes at unearthly hours. Of a generation that mistakes being liked<\/em>\u00a0for\u00a0being loved<\/em><\/span>. Of the slow, quiet tragedy of people who are\u00a0digitally crowded and humanly lonely<\/span>.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n We’ve confused\u00a0the motion of connection with the emotion of it<\/em><\/span>.<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n We\u2019ve mastered the art of appearing invested without investing time. <\/p>\n Consider the family WhatsApp group<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s all meet this Sunday!\u201d Twelve blue ticks. Six heart emojis. Zero logistics. By Saturday night, the message has gracefully aged into archaeology.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Or the annual ritual: bumping into a school friend after a decade. Yes, we should also colonise Mars. Similar probability curves.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n And yet, beneath the comedy sits a small ache. Because every \u201csoon\u201d that never arrives leaves a residue. A thin film of\u00a0almost<\/em><\/span>. And over time, almost becomes our default setting.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n The Truth Of This Lie<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s catch up soon\u201d<\/em><\/span> is now the world\u2019s most popular lie, beating \u201cI\u2019ve read the terms and conditions.\u201d It sits between \u201cWe should have dinner sometime\u201d and \u201cI\u2019ll pray for you.\u201d A verbal mirage.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Why this shallow grave?<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n We\u2019ve outsourced connection to likes and story replies. Real meetups require calendar negotiation, deodorant, and emotional availability<\/em><\/span>. Too hard. So we toss \u201cMust catch up<\/em><\/span>\u201d like rose petals at a baby shower.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The Call Of The Shovel<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Call it what it is\u2014a social sedative<\/em><\/span>. We are drowning in acquaintances, starving for depth. Your WhatsApp has 1,400 contacts. Who will hold your hand during a colonoscopy? NOT<\/em><\/span> the \u201ccatch up soon<\/em><\/span>\u201d crowd.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n A Honest Cleaner Playbook, If I May?<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n If you mean it,\u00a0book it<\/em><\/span>. Date. Time. Place. Done. <\/p>\n And occasionally, surprise the system<\/em><\/span>. <\/p>\n Because in an age of infinite pings, the scarcest luxury isn\u2019t attention<\/em><\/span>. It\u2019s\u00a0showing up<\/em><\/span><\/strong>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n So the next time \u201cLet\u2019s catch up soon<\/em><\/span>\u201d tiptoes to your lips, pause.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Either give it a calendar\u2026<\/em><\/span> <\/p>\n In Closing<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n So next time you say \u201clet\u2019s catch up<\/em><\/span>,\u201d ask yourself: Am I building a bridge or just licking a stamp for a letter I\u2019ll never mail?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n Be a shovel, not a spade. Dig truth. Or shut up.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n PS: <\/em><\/strong>On a completely different note,\u00a0I am taking the liberty to share here that my other blog SOHB(State Of The Heart Branding) Story <\/em><\/strong><\/a>is now a Podcast<\/em><\/strong> as well. <\/em>You can access it on these links below:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" “Let’s catch up soon.” You bumped into Ramesh at the Bangalore supermarket. Or cousin Priya at a wedding in Coimbatore. Or your college roommate Vikram on Zoom. 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\nWe\u2019ve replaced depth with declarations. We\u2019ve turned connection into a checkbox with good filters (and of course bad lighting).<\/p>\n
\n\u201cWe should totally do a reunion<\/em><\/span>.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nIf you don\u2019t, downgrade the script. \u201cGood seeing you. Take care.\u201d No emotional EMI.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n
\nBe the anomaly who turns \u201csoon\u201d into Sunday, 5 PM, filter coffee, no agenda. My place. Watch how rare that feels. Almost rebellious<\/em><\/span>.<\/p>\n
\nor give it a dignified funeral.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n\n