Monday, July 21, 2008

Saying Goodbye

"You need to go out a little" he said. "You can't stay with me the whole day".

"I can. I don't want to be anywhere else but here". I told him.

He looked at me and smiled. He really did not want me to leave.

"Will you promise me something?", he asked me.

"What?", I inquired.

"That you will love me no matter what. That even when I grow old, start losing my memory and appear haggard & wilted compared to the young ones, you will still love me". I could feel that he was scared. My heart ached for him.

"I promise to be by your side for as long as I shall live", I assured him.

He sighed.

"I need another promise", he said, looking away from me.

"What now?", I said, in a mock-irritated tone.

"If I .... cease to function one day,.." he said carefully picking his words, "you will find someone else. You will not grieve over me. And you will give away parts of my body to those who need them. So that I can live another life through them".

I didn't answer.

"Promise me", he demanded.

I nodded my head. It was like acknowledging the elephant in the room. I sighed.

I didn't have enough strength to look up and face him.

"Get the new model to replace me. The one you had your eye on", he told me, half in seriousness, half in jest.

"No one can take your place. You're special. You will always have a place in my heart", I told him.

I meant that and I wanted him to know that.

He then appeared to go into a long slumber.

We knew what was coming. The virus had taken over him. It was just a matter of time.

I thought of all the time we has spent together. All those times we shared a good laugh, those times when he bore the brunt of my anger to relive me of my stress, those long Saturday afternoons we spent playing games with each other. Those winter evenings which we passed reading books and listening to my choice of music and all the good and bad movies we saw together.

I still remember everything like it was yesterday.

We tried all that we could to keep him alive. To make him live another day, to witness one more sunset.

However, the virus was too strong for him to survive it.

Then , suddenly, in a flash, he was gone. Gone forever.




That's when I knew that my favorite computer had processed it's last binary digit.

16 comments:

bloggingknight said...

*sob sob**
So sorry about your comp.

chandni said...

good lord!

u had me there :)

pepe M. said...

yeah right whippy...
thats so predictable but i thought it was yur pet...i was kinda scared though...:)

DewdropDream said...

Had you named him?

When my Yvonne started acting up I promptly replaced her, with only a hint of remorse. She's with my brother now and seems to be working just fine... I guess we had compatibility issues. Oh well, the new Yvonne is awesomeness all around, happiness all around therefore :D

flygye12 said...

ur a teasin dyke

Crazy Sam said...

Me too thinks that my computer is a kinda person. He is one true loyal bud who keeps everything secret, shows me stuff that I would never have seen, makes me have contact with lotta people and entertains me when I'm bored.

Sorry about your comp, but my Lord! You're one amazing writer. You should write a novel one day and give my character a prominent role! :P

D said...

Oh! And I was getting all sentimental!!!

D said...

And you're being blogrolled.

j said...

i began to suspect when you said "you will give away parts of my body." that kind of talk is a little too frankenstein for another human being.

unsungpsalm said...

Oh my god, you're so much like my friend. It's crazy. It really is quite eerie!

DewdropDream said...

Yo, thanks for blogrolling me :)

Rambunctious WhipperSnapper said...

dk: hehe .. thanks .... though it was a few years ago ...

chandni: Well ... I kinda thought you wud ... *sheepish grin*

pepe: why do you get scared whenever you read my blog?? .. now i'm scared .. :P ...

ddd: yeah .. i called mine Zack Carnes ... glad to hear u getting alone with your new Yvonne !!

flygye: i'm a teasin fag ... if i was a dyke i'd be ..errr..umm..straight!! :P ... i'm nasty like that, sometimes.

sam:thanks .. i dunno about the novel ... im really not that good ... but when you get rich and famous and need someone to write your biography or a broadway musical gimme a call ... :D ..

d: that was the intention ... thanks ..blogrolled you too .. :P ..

j: yeah .. i did hint it's a machine at two or three places ....

usp: i think your friend is like ME .. not the other way around .. :P .... like me that it's so eerie? ...hmmm.. that kind of scares me ...

ddd: you're welcome yo!! n thanks for bloggrollin me too playa!!

Lively said...

Have been reading this space for sometime now. Commenting for the first time. Your writing style impresses me.

secret blogger said...

haha - u got me there. good post dude.

chandni said...

I demand a new post. Already.

Rambunctious WhipperSnapper said...

lively: thanks .. and welcome to whippersnapperville

secret blogger: .. thanks dude ...

chandu baba: be careful what you wish for .. you just might get it!! :P