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Between me and my Cousin-aunt E2
Ep2. The vacation gone wrong.
April 2010.
After my board exams, I was happy that once again, I will be home alone with my computer, in the world of my “addiction”.
Yes, by this time I was chronic addict to this daily pleasure. Every day, I excused some time to use the desktop whenever my parents were out. I collected some CD's from one of my friends in tuition class. By the middle of that academic year, I spend some of my pocket money to develop my own personal collection of CD’s. This friend of mine had close association with a local cassette shop owner, who provided B-rated films ,15 rupees aside from memory card cost to fill a 2 gB SD card with .3gp files. My friend was a frequent user of towns computer café, where they helped them convert it into CDs which he sold for an overpriced rate to other deprived fellows. This was his ‘business’. He had associates, and they had a little underworld for trading these stuff behind the covers of tuition classes. Well that’s his story, and I am not going into these little content-bosses of that era.
The content quality was miserable compared to the common ones you get these days in a click for free. Maybe mainstream movies got better ones these days. But, those were far more nostalgic to teenagers who lived through it.
(For every generation, their experiences appears ultimately better, and it’s maybe a universal truth, so no offence to anyone, for me it was 3gp, for my uncles generation it was...
April 2010.
After my board exams, I was happy that once again, I will be home alone with my computer, in the world of my “addiction”.
Yes, by this time I was chronic addict to this daily pleasure. Every day, I excused some time to use the desktop whenever my parents were out. I collected some CD's from one of my friends in tuition class. By the middle of that academic year, I spend some of my pocket money to develop my own personal collection of CD’s. This friend of mine had close association with a local cassette shop owner, who provided B-rated films ,15 rupees aside from memory card cost to fill a 2 gB SD card with .3gp files. My friend was a frequent user of towns computer café, where they helped them convert it into CDs which he sold for an overpriced rate to other deprived fellows. This was his ‘business’. He had associates, and they had a little underworld for trading these stuff behind the covers of tuition classes. Well that’s his story, and I am not going into these little content-bosses of that era.
The content quality was miserable compared to the common ones you get these days in a click for free. Maybe mainstream movies got better ones these days. But, those were far more nostalgic to teenagers who lived through it.
(For every generation, their experiences appears ultimately better, and it’s maybe a universal truth, so no offence to anyone, for me it was 3gp, for my uncles generation it was...
