Life is but a mistake. Had it not been a mistake, we would have no life after all.
Today, I forcefully drew my motherboard, to which I have been betrothed. Tomorrow I'd go to the Asus service center and ask for the remedial. I have gone mad without my computer. My blog ranking has also gone down. After all, mass height dwarfs when you are irregular. If you fall short of time or any stipulation, it'll certainly prove a failure on maintaining a public domain. Mine is that case. I have been gazing at my PC for about a month and losing hope. I had no time to stand and stare. I had an immense pressure of viewing and reviewing scripts of my students. I'm now at my brother's computer, feeling lonely after all, as if, I have been in a bad relationship with my pet. Yes, I love my computer that much. Hope, it will make me smile tomorrow, and will I be able to caress it, rebuke it and take care of it.
A memory still targets me on the question of taking care of my PC.
The Mistake of a Day!
The day was sulky. The clouds seemed to be highly productive. The Meteorological department had broadcast an alert of thunder and lightning and buckets of rain. I had to move out for my school. I unplugged everything related to computer. I went to school. I had a plan to print the prose piece for our magazine Akkha(r)jatra after my getting back. I returned home at about 5.30 P.M. I switched on my PC, but the monitor displayed nothing. It started blinking like a child's eyes. I readily sent for one of my students. He is quite well up in computer hardware nowadays. The forensic report came. My motherboard couldn't survive the shock of the thunderbolt that had spiked down that day. I turned ramshackle. I forgot to remove the LAN connector.
It was a mistake which I'd never erase from my mind. It's a learning of learnings. "Never forget little things of life."