Skip to main content


These are not good times, certainly not for me. After all the trouble I've been having with Andromeda, the external hard disk decided to go bonkers when Manilal docked it to his desktop for backup. I've now lost gigabytes of mp3 files that took me months to download. I don't know what went wrong and I don't really care anymore. I've lost the will to blame.


It's good that I have enough vacation leave in stock, which I'll partly be using over the next 3 days to put things in perspective.


DELL is all set to send a systems engineer (for the 4th time in less than a month) to my place tomorrow to replace Andromeda's RAM and hard disk. I won't be fooled into expecting anything positive this time.


I'm turning pessimistic and misanthropic.


Anonymous said…
Deepanjan said…
That was then.
This is now.
I write as I observe.
Anonymous said…
STOP depressing us!
Have you not heard that HDD contents can be revived?
We will not suffer fools and especially intelligent ones.

Again, STOP depressing us.
Anonymous said…
heh heh heh, lol at gurdas^^

Chill man, Deep. Tell me what you lost, I'll download it for you.
Deepanjan said…
Viv, I've lost a huge compilation of Ella Fitzgerald's songs. But I can download it again. Thanks for the offer.

Guru, the only thing that can immediately pull me out of my depression is Osama bin Laden converting to Jainism. And I'm not too optimistic about the prospects.

Popular posts from this blog

This is what Bertrand Russell said about religion...

Religion is based, I think, primarily and mainly upon fear. It is partly the terror of the unknown and partly, as I have said, the wish to feel that you have a kind of elder brother who will stand by you in all your troubles and disputes. ... A good world needs knowledge, kindliness, and courage; it does not need a regretful hankering after the past or a fettering of the free intelligence by the words uttered long ago by ignorant men.

The year that was

I'm wearing a rather striking shirt, one that makes me feel like a clown fooling around in a graveyard. Roving eyes latch on to me and make me too conscious of myself. Checkered in red, grey, black and maroon, I've excused myself into donning it and looking silly for two reasons. It's Friday and…more importantly, the last working day of the year. Tailored half-a-year back, I never had the courage to wear it, not until today. It's that time of the year when it's time to reflect on the events that transpired. Last year ended on the worst possible note. Dad had expired and I was numb with shock. The repercussions rippled halfway thought this year. Things were so abysmal initially that I had lost the will to live. Acrid in everything I did, I was immensely angered by time phlegmatically flowing through its cadence. It was as if Dad meant nothing to anybody. What right did people have to live the way they always had when Dad was no more? Why was much of the world still