Messages from the Afterlife

Feels like I'm watching my own corpse float downstream on the Ganga...

Which, under normal circumstances is highly unlikely, given that I'm not a religious man, and the corpse eating, flesh ripping carnivorous crabs, that do such a good job of clearing the river of the dead, would probably throw up and reject my impure sinner-body after a few bites of their first course...

But the person currently doing the dance of death? Nope, that there is a pure-hearted, clean minded, hardworking ol' thing who was closer to me than several of my family members, and taught me more than all my college professors combined into one giant 'super professor'...
(I have GOT to quit watching that Gundam thing...)

I am referring, of course, to my ADSL Modem, whose parents at MTNL chose not to name. This was of course, rectified when I saw it work, and my first reaction at surfing the net at 200kbps (compared to a shitty 64), was to christen that piece of pristine white plastic- 'Speedy'...

In all fairness. there were faster modems out there, also bigger, better, whiter, noisier!...but I didn't care. Maintaining a steady packet flow, be it noon or night, together we surfed the internet like Goerge Freeth on 30ft- Hawaiian waves.

Good Times...Goooood times...

But alas, with high speeds come high bills, and it was soon high time that I started studying...seriously...

and so, Speedy is to pass on, to the great big server in the sky, a resting place until he gets his next life, who knows where...

It's hard, I tell you...it's pretty fucking hard to let go of something that has done so much, and asked for so little in return...(except for maybe, an occasional dusting, which is something I've always denied it...)

So Its hard not to take it badly when MTNL asks me to turn in ol' Speedy, personally, at their office, before my internet connection is officially...well..disconnected.

It feels like I just pulled the plug on my Twin Brother's Life Support system, after which the Coroner hands me a goddamn SHOVEL and asks me to bury him myself...

And so, a part of me dies, cannibalized by the part of me that studies and gets yelled at my authority figures...(Sheesh, talk about internal struggles..)

It seems that the (hopefully) somewhat distinguished life of the Unwilling Somaiyaite comes to a pretty untimely end...But fret not (though I don't think any fretting is in progress...) if situations and occasions turn particularly exceptional, I may blog about something that affects me profoundly and makes me wanna yak about it to no one in particular...and send you messages from my permanent adress at the corner of Internet hell...

Which happens like, once every few weeks...