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Internet Subsistence

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I remember the fateful day we had Internet access from home for the 1st time. The fact registered rather late since I was shaken by a rather nasty experience.
Accessing the Net from home in UK has proven to be a major challenge, strangely enough. Our staple source for now is the 3G network but I’m not much of a fan of 3, our eponymously christened wireless provider. We have a cap of 5GB per month…which is fair enough. What’s not so fair is the completely unreliable metering that comes with it. I just can’t imagine how sloppy can these people get in calibrating Internet usage. Is it really that much of a challenge?
A remedy to this weird problem is Networx, a free bandwidth monitoring and usage reporting tool. I’ve been using it for a few months now and the statistical feedback it provides is a godsend.

Comments

Ashish said…
5 GB!!!
Where on U.K. are you right now ??

Bano and other villages neraby Jamshedpur has a good unlimited plan nowadays. lol
Prateek said…
Deeps tum Nag ho hindi wala naag nahi english wala "nag"

beta Ashish lagta hai tum hibernation se bahar nikal aaye ho... khoob gadi drift kara rahe ho mane ki !!!

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