My Fav-- among the Calvin n Hobbes...

My stories can get pointless too...

When my mom starts with how things were in the good ol' days, I would wonder, did the years just slip past her...But today i realized that, poor thing must have felt a little overwhelmed at how fast life moves.Do we all get stuck in the same rut and refuse to move on with life.

Today I am very comfortable using a laptop... an ordinary one.. but put an Ipod in front of me...yeah I had an Ipod for approximately 30 days.

On the day it arrived, I was at work and all my colleagues called me the techie freak, and the gadget queen...I had just managed to figure out my digital camera. They all came over and ooohed and aahhhed over my video Ipod.. It was a proud me standing in front of my desk on which i had gingerely placed the black Ipod, so as to avoid getting it scratched. come 5:00 p.m , i was ready to go home ipod and all...so we reach home where I started my experimenting on it..
the first step was to install itunes..ahhh see that was not difficult because it was as simple as 1 2 3 : inserting the CD in my laptop--which i knew to work and install the software.

Once I got that done.. I felt very geeky... I was one step closer to listening to my songs on the go . Step 2 : port the songs to the ipod. I figured it should be as easy as plug and play...so that's what I did.. plugged in the Ipod and dragged and dropped the songs from my folder to the hard drive..(I was good to go...and I kept the ipod to charge) and got to bed with dreams of rocking like the cool punk kid who sat on the train next to me, with earphones stuck in his head and rock blasting at a volume that would have woken the dead. My dreams were all about how I got to show off my latest and funkiest ,maximum memory sized BLACK IPOD.

Next day morning, I got into the train and reached for my Ipod as I sat next to this kid... I could feel the kid's awwwww at the side of my neck as he craned to check my Ipod out. With a nonchalant attitude, I plugged my earphones in and the catastrophe striked... my menu didntshow any songs.. I turned the wheel right and I turned the wheel left.. then i turned it up and down again...and I pushed it...no use. The kid's awww turned to a smirk...

I resolved to go and figure out how to work my ipod. So I googled the google on the subject "Ipod for dummies" . Finally i got a document that lists out what I must do. So started working on that.. and tried creating albums. as soon as one album was created, the one i had created previously would mysteriously dissappear. the songs from one album would get into the new album. Finally i got the albums right.. now came creating playlist...i was ready to tear my hair out.. but was resisting the impulse, considering that the damage was going to be inflicted naturally anyway.

Finally I called Pratman and asked him how he did it... I guess even he had not figured it out (he got his ages before i got mine), since he gave me some vague answer... basically told me to do something that I allready knew. Realizing that he could hardly be of any help, I decided to hit the" Ipod for dummies "again.
I finally got my ipod configured 4 days after I got it. and then a month later of competing with the punk kid, as to the loudness of our respective pods, much to the disdain of the other passengers on the train, I gave my ipod up to my brother.
I was ready to smirk at how he was going to configure it ...he was at the computer faster than lightning and he had his own personal Itunes , playlist, albums and had also ported songs from mine in no time on the Ipod.....

So I guess we all have pointless stories at one point of life... it's when we find the right audience to tell these stories too, that we stop realizing how pointless they actually are...(to us not to our audience) and to some of us, who havent been blessed with that audience yet... we choose to force our readers to go through the pointless story..

Adios...