Disgruntled "Bits & Bytes"

Enough is enough!!! I mean there is only so much of incessant finger-tapping, memory overloading and unpaid overtime I can endure. This compared to my cousins elsewhere who are pampered with air-conditioning facilities, a table for their exclusive use and similar other perks. At some places even a speck of dust is intolerable and all footwear is banished from their presence. They have their own separate rooms where they live in absolute pleasure and luxury.

Yet, take a look at me. If you could have even a shred of pity at my current affliction after hearing out my earnest plea, my purpose in writing this rather lengthy blog would be achieved. A/C is a far cry. I am subject to extreme working conditions which would simply drive others to nuts. Dust seems to be all-pervasive. There is no separate place for me ; I have been slotted somewhere onto the allotted table which is strewn with books and myriad other paraphernalia leaving me with a sense of complete inadequacy.

Inadequacy is an understatement!!!

So you may ask; who am I? I am a personal computer or what most people call a PC. And no I am not cribbing because of what I am. In fact I take special pride in that I seem to be the only thing other than bandis my user gives special interest to. I am his daily dose of addiction without which he cannot function normally. Why? Because he would need to check out whether his scrap count or fan list increased during the time he wasn't by my side, if anyone had posted a comment on his rotten blog or else a sweet someone had visited his equally rotten orkut profile. And then from time to time I could throw up these minor tantrums like an SMPS burn-out or a major one like a full system crash in which case the ignorant user is shell-shocked for at least the following week. Some of those users who gain but a smattering of knowledge in operating my innards do some unwanted tinkering with the private parts of my anatomy and then I decide to give them the time of their lives. However all this was when I was a home PC.

At home, I was operated for a max of 3-4 hrs. During this time, the geek was mugging away to glory so that he get into some engineering college and get even with me. He would get a sharp rebuke from his dad or mom if I was operated beyond stipulated time. And the only purposes I was used for was very primtive gaming and a bit of internet (which anyway was so snail- paced that the geek used to get frustrated trying his luck at the net cafes!!!). These were the best days of my life. Soon the geek moved out of home and for nearly one year I stayed practically unused and went into hibernation mode.

But sadly things changed. The geek decided to bring me to some non-descript place called Kharagpur. And my woes began. First of all my pride at being the new 512 MB RAM 80GB HDD in town was shattered to pieces. Almost every comp here was as good as me and some even bettered me. And soon the torture followed. The geek was blessed with what I consider my biggest curse, the LAN. Armed with a high speed connection, he kept me perenially connected to it at every conceivable hour either for watching serials, playing those shitty multiplayer games or chatting with other friends. Gone were my days of rest. I would not be switched off for days together when I would be extremely nauseated and then a voltage fluctuation (Thank God my user does not have a UPS!!!) would restart me all over again. Even bloody power cuts are so rare that I hardly get time to refresh myself. And the old tantrums I threw up at home did not work any more. The geek armed with a bit more technical expertise than before decided to get even with me. He would now heartlessly pry open my cabinet to fix up the minor snags. Sometimes as a punishment he would not assemble me back, keeping me exposed to the elements around. When even LAN would take pity on me by piling up viruses, the user would get hold of some new fix or anti-virus and part those reluctant viruses from my self. Or else he would format me all over again to continue with his sadistic enterprises. And now with summer having arrived in all fury, and me overheated to the limit there's only so much I can bear. Probably my time has come to attain Nirvana. Probably he will purchase a new laptop and rid me of all my woes. Probably he will dump me back home as he joins a new job. But come what may, I am waiting for this ordeal to end.

P.S. : Even though this finger-tapping to produce the blog above has been further abuse endured by me and my time is already up, i believe it is my solemn duty as a sufferer to relieve my fellow-beings from this (in)human torture.