My Internet Addiction

Internet walked on my life a decade ago, two years after joining school. It was a shabby dial-up connection with a relatively low data transfer rate; the maximum speed I remember was 48.6 kbps. I used Yahoo to search for websites of cartoons from my favourite TV channel of those times, Cartoon Network, obviously. I just used to adore the Flash-based content of those sites; of course, I couldn't watch the whole episodes, thanks to that sluggish speed. I had Yahoo Mail as my first e-mail; Yahoo was my favourite search engine. I used the internet mostly in the wee small hours, just to get the maximum speed and avoid internet traffic. It was miserable; however, it only taught me practically all I know right now about the internet. Slowly and gradually, Internet drew me toward it, and I started using it in the hours of daylight too, for which I got rebuked, as dial-up connections require the usage of telephone line, blocking others attempt to use the phone line.

In the summer last year, with a forceful request to my dear computer-illiterate parents, I finally procured a Broadband connection with a data transfer rate of 1 mbps (which is now upgraded to 2 mbps), thank heavens. Now I'm having an internet-dependent life (and I'm proud of it). I've realized it when a couple of days ago, my Digital Subscriber Line went defunct for the time being. I hardly ever turned on my favourite machine (my computer, duh), and noticed that my Internet activity has gone beyond my formal computer habits, like working with Office applications, photoshoping, organizing files, etc. Now just a browser seems to be more important to me among all those. I'm hooked mostly to Facebook, Google and Wikipedia, among which Facebook is the most addictive one. Missing my dear Facebook, I kept on updating statuses, commenting on and like my friends' posts, with my mobile phone. I was worrying a moment ago that what would my farm on FarmVille be like, as last time I planted potatoes; but my good friend just visited me, I gave him my Facebook ID and password trustingly, to harvest my crop, unless it has already withered.

With no internet, most of the day was spent in sleeps and naps, watching TV, and other lesser activities were involved too of course. This blog post, also was written offline, and published as soon as I'll be online once again. I hate to contact my ISP to fix technical issues; guess it's only those guys who can go to the bottom of this.