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The Journey of Compaq and me

I am not a technology addict. Gadgets are more a utility instead of a style icon. It did not check the specification of my first laptop. A cousin referred me to a reliable vendor who asked my requirements and brought me a device. It was not love at first sight. I explored the laptop with my limited technical knowledge and learned the basics. Of course, Google was a significant support which helped and guided me through this phase. I had just finished college, and my career choices were as confusing as this one. We started a journey of uncertainty and fear. Our mission was a mixture of happiness, sorrow, achievements, failure, accolades, etc. We did not have a regular life, but it was a memorable one.

The only familiar thing I had when I relocated to a new city was my Compaq. 'Thing" seems a little too harsh for our relationship.  We started for strangers and went to on to become best buddies for life. Compaq made my life plausible even during the most unstable phase of life. Even today, I am unable to let him go. Celebrating our 10th anniversary, I relished our moments together with a smile and a tear.

After a stressful and tiring day at the browsing centre, I finally put my foot down. Endless typing of pages and cramped cubicles could do that to a person. I need a laptop right away, I demanded. Let's take a deep breath and think about it, my parents calmly proposed. What followed was a week-long drama, crying and sulking tactics, they finally gave in. The laptop arrived in a cardboard box and a series of instructions. The first few months was mostly project work and presentation. I did a few research though, but it was mainly from the library. I carried huge books back and forth for research purposes. THinking now, it is hilarious that I underestimated the power of the internet.

Things changed when I moved into the metro in search of greener pastures. The grass was anything but green. I started spending more time with my laptop in search of jobs and companies. Sometimes, we travelled together hoping for a change. Little did I know, it was only the beginning of the unstable phase. The search was harsh and cruel. I spent the day searching in the city and the nights searching the internet. The internet was more generous than the city.

It was also the time where I was in search of my passion. My laptop still bears testimony to make unfinished works and great thoughts. Today, I see the actions as a proof of my search and hard work. It is not just a period of tears and explorations; it is a period of knowledge and contacts. It helped me become a better person and of course a stronger person. It prepared me for the inevitable and gave me the courage to face all odds. My laptop was a constant element in times of tribulations.

After a good long run, i decided it was time to #CleanUpCashOut . I purchased a new laptop and decided to sell my computer. After months of procrastination, I finally put up a sale of the computer with a heavy heart. After negotiations and re negotiations, I finally found a buyer. I was looking for a buyer who will get take care of my laptop. We eventually settled on a price and a date. I dreaded every minute as the final day arrived. Just an hour prior, I made the decision and called off the sale. I was not ready to let it go. It might not be beneficial to me, but it did have an emotional value to it. And it was more important to me than a few thousand bucks. You can use the code CLEANCASH  if you are ready to let it go. 

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