Cruel Life

She has always been around me for the last year and a half. And since the time my loved one and my best friend made their absence conspicuous in my life, she has been my sole company ever since. Though during my initial days I used to not quite enjoy her company, over a period of time even without my knowledge she became an integral part of me life. I used to hate having to travel with her every day in the morning and in the evening. Sometimes I used to think of excuses to avoid her. But She slowly crept her way into my life. Very soon I started spending quality time with her, not just at office, even once I reach home I would be all hooked to her. I guess I was getting addicted to her, and today was the day I realized yes, I was addicted to her.


This morning I reached early to office, only to learn to my utter shock and dismay that she is critically ill. I was all getting restless. I contacted my family doctor and informed him about her. By now I had known her complete health history and so I was in a good position to answer most of the doctors queries. The doctor asked me to rush her to his clinic. Seeing my all scared and nervous my collegue cum friend offered to join us. We reached the doctors place. And the doctor took her into the consultation room, and all along I was keeping my fingers crossed and praying for the best.

After a while the attendant came and called me into the consultation room, I walked with shaky feet, mentally preparing myself. She was rite there lying on the bed, but she was sleeping, seemed like the doctor had administered anesthesia to her. She looked all dull and pale.

The doctor put his hand on my shoulder and told me with utter sympathy. “Sorry, Fazal!!!!”

I wanted to cry. By this time my friend came by and held me from behind. I didn’t want to give up. I asked the doctor if I can take her anywhere outside, and if there is something that I could do. He shook his head and said, that it’s not possible for anyone to get her back to normal now.

I sat down at the chair with my hands on head, and looked remorsefully at her. Seeing all the wires that were running through her body I felt miserable. I again looked upto the doctor and asked him, now what?

And that’s when the world came crashing down on me. I cried aloud when the doctor broke the news. In a fit of rage I screamed at him asking “WHAT ABOUT ALL MY DATA!!!!”

Yes, now that he had confirmed that he had to reformat my laptop, what about all my data. All my official work, the thousands of official mail that I had archived, all my personal data, what about it?

Today was the day my dear little Dell Latitude E6400 crashed.