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appleThe last week and half was a roller-coaster ride of emotions for me. Pray allow me to explain:
First my dependable and trusty Dell notebook (HAL) of four years suddenly died. This notebook was my companion in good times and bad. It even accompanied me on my trip across the "seven seas" and back. It never complained and although a bit moody at times, it never let me down. But last week, it suddenly stopped working. I thought it was in the midst of one of its occasional mood-swings. But after a couple of days of failed attempts, I'm gradually resigning myself to the fact that my fried is no more. Somehow I'm undergoing the same emotions that Alberto felt for La Poderosa ("The Mighty One") in the Motorcycle Diaries, when he had to let her go. RIP
HAL (2001-2006). But I still have memories of HAL with me (and literally might I add) as I have bought an external enclosure to house HAL's hard-disk. But the tragedy above was only the beginning. My company had placed an order for an Apple Macbook Pro for my office use. The day it arrived, my work notebook hard-drive crashed. All my work of the last few months suddenly seemed a distant memory (I can't help wondering how the word 'memory' can lend itself to so many puns). Luckily for me, the Macbook Pro arrived the same day and in memory of HAL and a bout of egotism christened the new comer iHAL. The next five days were one of ecstacy (no pun intended here of course) as I began to understand why the Mac is considered one of the best things to happen to mankind since bread came sliced. Things just worked and the Desktop looked so polished that Windows looked stone age. But just when I was starting to dream about how I was going to use the Mac to become the best programmer the world had ever seen, tragedy struck again. On the morning of July 14th, 2006, as I was having my morning cup of coffee and checking
bloglines, without any warning, the screen went phut. I don't use that word much. But I felt I had to use it in this post. I thought the display broke or something. But turns out the screen was so dim that I could hardly see anything. And trying to increase the brightness using the keyboard shortcut didn't do a thing. And remember the Macbook Pro was less than a week old. My introduction to the Apple way of things couldn't be cut short in such a drastic manner! Anyways, I called Apple Support and the end result of a full 60 day-time minutes of my cell phone usage I was told the since it was within the fourteen day grace period since the device was purchased, it will be classified as DoA (Defective on Arrival). I could either get it replaced for a brand new device or return it for a full refund. With the happenings of the last week and a half, I said no thank you. I'll go for the latter. And so there it came to be. The short-lived experience of using an Apple computer. Not that I expect this to be the end. I will buy an Apple some time in the future. But I find it ironic that my first experience with using an Apple computer known for "it just works" had to come to a crashing end.
So there it is folks... The story of my last one and a half weeks. By the way, it seems poetic to end this piece with the news that I'm now typing this on a computer running Ubuntu. Yes the same Ubuntu that so many long-time Mac enthusiasts have been
migrating to. Why poetic? Well because I was reading news of this mass-migration just about the time the Apple Macbook Pro was on the way and I was thinking to my self - "hmm...". Well as it turns out, I did give in the Mac and did start using a Ubuntu. That it would happen so soon was something I could have never predicted!