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It’s amazing how easy things have now become. I wanted an iPod desperately and scoured the web for a candidate player. Since I always believed that bigger is better, I initially settled for the iPod Classic 160GB. I changed my mind when I realized just how staggering was the capacity, especially when compared with the difficulty I had in augmenting my music archive. The 3G iPod nano was smaller, cheaper and solid-state. Though 8GB was a bit too modest for my liking, I had no alternative. The choice was made.

Amazon was my hunting ground. I wanted my nano in black as other colors were too feminine for my liking. It was also the only one with a non-white click wheel. I had already sent an SOS to our alumni mailing list asking for a possible candidate returning from the US to assist me in the logistics. Gurdas, a benevolent Surd, responded in the affirmative. A friend of his had agreed to rise to the occasion and form the missing link, as the economics of living close to the poverty line made an international shipment from Amazon unviable.

I used my credit card to make the payment. Amazon shipped it to the destination address (US) within 24 hours (or was it 48?). After the India landing, the player was sent to me via courier, the cost of which I reimbursed via Net banking.

It may all seem simple now, but the amount of contribution made by technology is staggering. Such sophistry would have been unattainable until only a few years ago.

Hats off to technology!

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