The Crusoe life

Living the life of Robinson Crusoe is tough. Especially if you are not living on an island. And you can just walk out of the door and get a sealed pack of potato wafers.

The fact that I was going to be catapulted into such a scenario came to me as a divine sign a few days ago. My laptop started acting funny. This came at an inopportune time as I had still not recovered from the grief of the sad demise of my desktop computer a few months back. I saw a huge amount of lively music and wacky photographs in a heap of dump and I could do nothing about it.

No intravenous or intensive care could do anything about it. So we indulged in a painful (for me) euthanasia and my friend through school and college lay dead., reduced to a piece of furniture.

Now my laptop had managed to salvage a part of my music and photo collection (I have lost my complete Pink Floyd and a few birthday bash pics though). So when my laptop started acting funny I had the biggest butterflies doing all sorts of things in my tummy. The power wasn’t coming. The screen would not shine bright the moment I hit the power button like it used to. I was totally angry, frustrated and generally dissatisfied with life. I wanted to shout at someone, but it felt like I was simply filling in a lot of noise in a cocoon and all the outer world could see was a Brownian motion experiment in process.

I was doing all sorts of social activities but I felt like no one could understand what I was going through.

Anyway that issue got resolved after I plucked out the battery and wiped off a huge amount of dirt with the help of painting brushes (Tip # for all those facing similar laptop problems)!

Today morning the Crusoe syndrome came back to haunt me, in an all new avatar. This time my other favourite gadget was on the firing line. My phone has stopped working. But it is not the fault with my phone. Vodafone has suddenly decided that they do not want to earn revenue through a valued customer like me. So what do they do? They stop all kind of calling facilities on my phone. I cannot make calls, no one can call me, the works. And it is a trouble my entire office is facing! The entire bloody series tends to fall into the trap.

I cannot call anyone, or receive any calls. Just goes to show how dependent I am on the phone. I am cut off from all civilization. I mean I can very well walk out and talk to people but I cannot do it from the comfort of my space. So , yeah, Crusoe had one hell of a time. I wonder how he lived through it.