Global Village
Yup.Been there and got stranded!!!As i sit here with a vantage view of the city surfing the new broadband at speeds that do not allow one to even scratch, i am taken back two weeks when things very different.Infact very different.
It all began when god created man(as in michelangelo's painting).And thus the internet was born. In these days when people commit suicides on the net, sell moonland on the net and get married on the net, i was trying to open my dear inbox. With bandwidth thinner than 1/1000th of the human hair strand and speed(the lack of it) that would put the speed of client responses to shame, opening the mailbox felt like the road to fatherhood. After you do what little you can do, you leave the rest to forces of nature. Every change in the colour of the screen, every change in the status bar and refreshing after every 10 minutes so that the screen conceives the mailbox is as nightmarishly close as it can get to fatherhood. While i go to the balcony, get a cup of boost, wait for it to cool, sip it, make calls to all the people on your mobile whom you do not recognize anymore, the computer works its magic.And then, after multiple attempts and 2400 seconds that felt like equivalent of 9 months, the mail box opened. I was completely emotional as i had lost 20 strands of hair and speechless as i had run out of invectives.
Since i had told the client 40 minutes back that he would receive a mail from me in 10 minutes, unless he was transported to a six-dimensional time-warp, there was a 101% chance that i had lost some credibility in front of the client. And as i slowly but surely make progress towards composing a mail, thoughts of euthanasia started to grow on me. But miracles do happen. Because i had nearly died after the numbing wait when it said time out. Thankfully i have a decent mail id that are not like:
meandmyshadows
sweetchilly
cutegal16
infectedmushroom
mailmetodie
And so i finally sent a mail to the client and copied my official mail-id on that. But by that time the sun had set and the client had left. This was the closest i had come to fatherhood and death - on the same day
It all began when god created man(as in michelangelo's painting).And thus the internet was born. In these days when people commit suicides on the net, sell moonland on the net and get married on the net, i was trying to open my dear inbox. With bandwidth thinner than 1/1000th of the human hair strand and speed(the lack of it) that would put the speed of client responses to shame, opening the mailbox felt like the road to fatherhood. After you do what little you can do, you leave the rest to forces of nature. Every change in the colour of the screen, every change in the status bar and refreshing after every 10 minutes so that the screen conceives the mailbox is as nightmarishly close as it can get to fatherhood. While i go to the balcony, get a cup of boost, wait for it to cool, sip it, make calls to all the people on your mobile whom you do not recognize anymore, the computer works its magic.And then, after multiple attempts and 2400 seconds that felt like equivalent of 9 months, the mail box opened. I was completely emotional as i had lost 20 strands of hair and speechless as i had run out of invectives.
Since i had told the client 40 minutes back that he would receive a mail from me in 10 minutes, unless he was transported to a six-dimensional time-warp, there was a 101% chance that i had lost some credibility in front of the client. And as i slowly but surely make progress towards composing a mail, thoughts of euthanasia started to grow on me. But miracles do happen. Because i had nearly died after the numbing wait when it said time out. Thankfully i have a decent mail id that are not like:
meandmyshadows
sweetchilly
cutegal16
infectedmushroom
mailmetodie
And so i finally sent a mail to the client and copied my official mail-id on that. But by that time the sun had set and the client had left. This was the closest i had come to fatherhood and death - on the same day
posted by prad at 2:23 am
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