Liked the story a lot - “Me and my PC in 2030″
As the windows of the traveling bus slashed the raindrops, I took a seat at the very back of the bus. Today the ISH(Information Super Highway) will be filled with the news of the faults made by the weather forecast department I thought. I had a glance at my TPC (Tablet PC). ‘Approximately 4mins 24secs to reach home’, it showed.
What am I going to do for the next month? Was the question which was haunting my mind from the last two days. My performance at the office was not going nice, well I thought it was, but the letter that I had got in my TPC spoke a lot about my work. One weird man, who seeks no co-operation, seemed to be the punch line below my name. Co-operation was one of the things that I have been neglecting and in this growing software business it was very important.
I landed roughly on the floor of my front yard. Walking slowly I pressed my thumb against the scanning centre. Waterproof. It verified my identity and logged me in. The lights were switched on and so was the conditioner. I dropped in my chair. Tensed.
After a few seconds……………….
“How was your day?” asked a voice.
Turning towards my PC I said, “Not good.” I replied.
“Has the work been done?” I asked
“Yes. The search has been done and the .doc format has been sent through Breifcase.com. The tickets have been booked and so are the tables for the Saturday’s meeting.”
“Any Mails?”
“18”
“Display me the important ones, on the desk screen and my schedule.”
“Will be done”
As this was done I navigated through my mails, Weird! “Get me my latest resume”
I navigated through it……….Anyone will discard this thing. No experience. No achievements.
I banged my head against the desk. What is going to happen with me?
“She had mailed”, it said.
“Display”, I shouted.
“Do you love her?”it asked as it saw my expressions going high.
I banged my head against the desk. Once again.
This was a question that was haunting me from a large span of time. I was afraid to love her. I had met her in MSN Games a few years ago. From then we had been mailing each other and even had met personally several times.
The question was again repeated.
“Even if I do love her, what the hell am I going to tell her? That I can keep her happy for the rest of life? Wait a minute I am struggling hard to earn each and every dollar, And it was finalized that I am not going to tell her whatever maybe the case. AND you don’t advise me. Alright?”
“Yes sir” It said.
Depressed I banged my head against the desk. But deep,deep in my heart I knew my PC was the one who knew me more, more than anyone else.