The Last Yap

This is the transcript of an email, dated 23rd November, that I wrote to an Apple employee after a month and a half of having given my Macbook Pro for servicing. It should be noted that this was after 2 months of having bought the Macbook at a retailer in Japan in July 2011. Dear Anonymous,  Please find below a history of the problems for which I had given my Macbook Pro for servicing -  1. The Shift key (left-hand side of the keyboard) had come undone.  2. For this problem, the top-case was replaced with a new Japanese layout top-case (which was ordered from Apple, Singapore).  3. After I collected the laptop, I noticed that the laptop stopped detecting the power adaptor, and the battery wouldn't charge.  4. The laptop was provided to the service center again, and the DC board (a component of the laptop, ordered from Bangalore) was replaced.  5. However even after replacing the DC board, the charging problem was not solved. Therefore another

There was a time when my taste in music could only be described as being insipid. I didn’t listen to any kind of music. I just played cricket and table tennis, ate Lays, read The Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew and Wodehouse and slouched in front of the television like (or arguably unlike) any other teenage dork. Music for me started with Metallica and Nothing Else Matters. I don’t remember the ‘young me’ actively following any group or solo musician. Nothing Else Matters, changed all that. It was a song that blew me away, and introduced me to the wonders of rock music. True rock lovers would wince at Metallica being referred to as ‘rock music’, as they would consider anything that was not Megadeth, Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath and Deep Purple to be soft chimes. So I attempted to listen to their music but desisted from following them as the risk of developing perforated ear drums was immense. Also the upstairs people didn’t quite enjoy the din. As I reached out into the far corners of the

1. The elevator tells you the number of the floor it has stopped at and thanks you for using it's services. Douglas Adams should be quite happy in his grave. For the uninitiated, it was him that predicted the evolution of the elevator from being a people-transporting-tin-can to a pan-dimensional intelligent being. 2. A car driver stops at an intersection, bows to you from inside the car and let's you cross the street. 3. The bed starts shaking wildly when you are asleep. You get up hoping that the vivid dream you were just enjoying has transcended into reality. You then realize that it's not just the bed that is shaking, but also the earth's crust. Also, when the sleep vanishes from your head, the absence of the hot naked chick(s) is noticeable. 4. The neighbor's turtle slips into your 8th floor apartment and has a blast doing whatever it is that turtles do. Your housekeeper later informs you that she had to break into your house to get at the turtle, and also th

Charlie Sheen was never known for being a civilized human being, and very few people on the planet would've taken the effort of raising their eyebrows after his fallout with Warner Bros. and his subsequent elimination from Two and a Half Men became public. The studio has said that they would be continuing the show with another actor replacing Sheen for the role of Charlie Harper. All said and done, whatever his misgivings may be, Charlie Sheen did an incredible job in Two and a Half Men. That probably had more to do with the fact that the character of Charlie Harper was a parallel drawn from his own lifestyle than his limited acting prowess. A condescending, masochistic, narcissist womanizer who preferred the touch of a bottle at his mouth to pretty much anything else. It has been a tradition with almost all great TV actors to commit some or the other form of harakiri when the going has been good. The great Matthew Perry himself was no exception. Besides the fact that he bare

I had a blog on Facebook once, Cool it seemed to use and some. I wrote it with my worldly might, And felt a rush of sheer delight. As days passed the articles grew, And suddenly Facebook decided to screw. Gone was the blog and the rush of delight, In its place came a maddening sight, Of a page not found on plain old white.. I had a blog on Facebook once, Cool it seemed to use and some. I wrote it with my worldly might, And felt a rush of sheer delight. No backup I had, of the lost blog, I lost all sleep and my veins got clogged. Nothing could be done and nothing could be said, Besides give me back, give me back, Give me, give me back my blog!