The Daily Post asked me if I remembered anything from yesterday’s writing prompt, which was focused on fire.
Remember this prompt, when your home was on fire and you got to save five items? That means you left a lot of stuff behind. What are the things you wish you could have taken, but had to leave behind?
Unfortunately, WordPress dearest, I did not have the time to write yesterday. Anyway, now that you’ve given me a second chance, I’ll tell you about it all.
What would I save first of all? There’s no thinking to it… my laptop goes first. Always.
My poor little lappy has been suffering from all sorts of attacks since a few days. I got to know that two of my USB ports weren’t working, and took them to the place where I bought my Dell laptop.
“Hello sir, I think two of my USB ports aren’t working…”
“Oh, worry not, dear customer! I know that it is just a software problem. Just pay me 350 rupees, and your laptops USB ports will be as good as new.”
“Software, you say?”
“Ah, yes. And we also check for other stuff in your system.”
“Do visit us in the evening to collect your laptop.”
That evening, they had told me that they had made everything right, and I was more than happy to hear the positive news. Now nothing could go wrong… except everything.
The moment I came home and checked, I was sure of it. I wanted to call those people right away… and yell at them, but resisted. The ports were not working, not one of the damaged two. And they had told me everything was alright.
But there was always the third USB port for me, so I didn’t take my laptop to them again, and life went on… until one fine day, my laptop decided to show me something out of the ordinary. My lappy knows that I like seeing new stuff.
It suddenly stopped working and showed me a navy-bluish screen that had some scary looking stuff written on it. It told me that my hard disk space was full, and I had no memory space left in my lappy. And that was enough to make me fumble with all the keys to make my computer do something. But alas, it did not change its screen one bit.
And finally I came up with something. I pressed the power button like a ninja till it had no other option but to shut down. And it finally did shut down. But d’you know what happened when I restarted it?
It did not utter a single thing.
And I checked the space in the C drive, where all my programs had huddled together. And I was shocked.
It said that there was 30GB free space.
Now I was speechless. Had I been dreaming all along?
But however, everything was okay and all I had to do was to continue doing my stuff… and I didn’t bother much with it because I felt that the Bluestacks thing I had uninstalled could’ve made a bit of space in my system. But I was still suspicious… even though uninstalling the useless app (which doesn’t anyway work in my laptop for reasons that only my lappy would know) would amount for a considerable freeing of memory, it could make space for only about a few GB. It’s 30 free-memory-king GB I’m dealing with here.
But I decided to carry on nevertheless…. until I noticed that the memory space in my C drive was fast filling up. Again. And I didn’t bother to take it seriously until I got the same blue screen error the second time. And this time, after seeing 30 GB of free memory, I decided enough was enough, and took the patient to his doc.
And my lappy’s doc told me that it was all because of a virus. He told me that using a free version antivirus is not very beneficial… although I have to highly disagree on this. Avast was such a smartie! It detected and blocked many threats for me until I had used it… which had been only about a month.
As he recommended K7 antivirus for about 450 rupees and another 350 for service, and because I thought he might know his stuff, I handed him the 800 easily.
And yesterday… I noticed something interesting. Something the laptop guy couldn’t have guessed.
I realized the space in my C drive was slowly filling up… again. So… isn’t it better for you to burn, lappy dearest? I might as well get myself a new one.
My laptop wrinkles its cyber-whiskers in extreme fear.
“Burn, baby burn!” Into ashes. So that I can get rid of them in a river. (But the fact is… I wouldn’t be able to do this for real. I’m way too deep in love with it to do this to it)
But oh look! The house’s burning down! Let’s get some stuff out,eh?
I’d better get a few nice stuff from my closet… or maybe not, because I can’t think of anything “nice” existing in there. Anyway, I’m out, mum’s out, dad’s out. What else do I need?
Maybe my little pet white tiger Kipper… poor thing, how could I have forgotten about him? He was my best friend in my childhood days… er.. still is! Who wouldn’t want to save their sweet little white tiger from the fire?
It might sadden you to know this, but Kipper is actually a stuffed toy. I didn’t want to erase the great picture off your mind, but I’m not Miss Brave anyway.
So Kipper, here I come!