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My trusty old computer has crashed and while baffled service engineers are ripping apart its innards like micro-surgeons huddling around an embarrassingly situated bug, I’m facing the wrath of my cousins at their place, who are apparently encountering, for the first time, the vagaries of a writer who not only types with a mere two fingers (mostly, and therefore creates a chorus of clackety-clack) but also reads out aloud as he types (this habit is still in its trial stage).
Dear CHINA/JAPAN
Cars breakdown...
The split AC splits with me..
The DVD player no longer turns on
My Sci. Calc ran away from my bag
My Cell Phone ran away from my room
My cooler broke the day I bought it
My lappi’s keypad crashed in a friendly tussle between friends
TECHNOLOGY HATES ME !!!!
PLEASE HELP…..
It isn’t how it used to be. Once upon a time, the only thing that excited me were gadgets (girls were not yet part of my life :P) . And they used to love me too… from that wonderful “Nintendo” video game set back in the early nineties, the remarkable gift that god bestowed on me, with which my affair lasted nearly two awesome years. What with regular fights that everyone else seemed to be having with their partners (read electrical glitches with their own sets), me and my set never ever had any argument, let alone a hostile combat.
But everything has seemingly changed now and I am desperate to know why. Analogous to all break-ups this one’s been rather difficult for me as well. Like the latest in the list…

Well, too bad! It takes all types. Creating marathon sentences like the above does take some indulgence, what say?
PS: Readers subsequently suffused with a sense of sorrow — and more importantly, the spirit of largesse — are advised to not hold back. In the sense, if you wish to bestow on me, oh, an iPad, please feel free.
· I accept cheques and have online banking facility with my account as well!!
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