Passing away of a dear Friend

I am in deep pain, when someone close to you is no more. I don't now how to react,am battered beyond recognition . Yesterday my laptop blinked for the last time, when I tried to press the power button with brutal force , it hissed and flicked for fraction of a second and then it became silent for ever.

Now I realize the flick was like a wink which my lappy was trying to give before fading into the junkyard and the accompanying sound was a cry in pain . All the times we spent together are a distant memory now. I am yet to get out of the shock that my lappy my pal is no more and all that It had in it , all secrets good and bad will go the grave with it .

I have only the memories and the financial burden to live with it. The moment when I got the news was like a lightning, after trying all the home made remedies, I took half day off and dragged myself to the HP service center. I was filled with hope like a father waiting with his child in the reception of the city's best doctor, finally when the display showed my token number, I leapt to the service center counter manned by a self important looking guy who with his French beard looked like some angel, he waved me to sit without even looking at me. I put my laapy on the dissection table explaining to him the finer details. He was not even looking at me , after two three attempts the lappy finally came to life and the first diagnosis was - Boss-"your display is gone, its bad". My heart sank with tears almost ready to erupt lurking in the background, then he gives me a look which has hatred written all over it and says, Its gone. I say what and he again with all the self importance declares with more emphasis- "Is gone". I think he doubted my hearing so he repeated what he said earlier. I feel like the hindi film Mom/dad when the doc comes out of the OT and says sorry Hum aapke ----- ko bacha nahi sake. I also wanted to shout at the top of my capacity "Nahinn ye nahin ho sakta " but I sit there speechless and with a blank expression.


The guy finally has pity on either my face or my intellectual capacity and explains, the display is gone and the battery is gone so both put together plus will cost you 25-35 k and he pushes my lappy aside without even a hint of sympathy and presses the next buzzer. How can God be so cruel, he can't be.

I return with my laptop humming all the sad songs I knew, then after coming back I try to revive it for one more time-if savitri can bring satyavan back , I will do the same. I press the power button , no reaction I press it again no reaction,then with all the brutality I press it and then it flicks and even before I can be happy It dies and dies forever. My friend who not only accompanied me from My MBA to job days but also played a instumental role in my transition from acads to the job world is no more. All the things which we did together , all the songs that played and played, all the need for speed games which I played on it, the strategies I made for my battalion in age of empire. The numerous iterations I made of my CV during the pre placement period, the movies which I saw ranging from Ramayan to the special ones (Ramayan is a exaggeration but i did watch animated hanuman), the memories are too many to pen down, I can't no matter how much I try. My B school stint could not have been achieved without my dear friend.

And how did I treat it when It was still here, kept it on for number of days, cleaned it only when it was impossible to see through the dust, surfed all the sights which were not allowed, downloaded moves on after the other.

Iam thinking of what to do with it, should I go immerse it in the ganges or go back to my campus and bury it somewhere.
Lets all rise and pray for the departed soul , if any one wants to donate for the trust which Iam going to make after it, Please feel feel free to contact, your name and donation will be kept a secret and you will receive a limited edition of some of the keys which came out of the key pad during the last few days.........................