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GOOGLE HAI NA...!

I used Google for the first time in 1999, to search the lyric of Bryan Adams' “summer of 69", just out of curiosity (the name tickled my senses). I was yet to realise, it would one-day turn out to be an integral part of my profession (couch potato scribe!). After that it hardly happened that I browsed the virtual world and not Googled.

And just like a loyal friend, Google never (almost) turned me down. I never feel short of information. I never worry about things I do not know, knowing that they are just a "click away”. But after these entire accolades, perhaps it was time to get a glimpse of the other side of the coin.
The other day, I started writing a news story at hand. As usual the first thing to do was to Google for backgrounders. But unlike the other days, my request returned with an error notice. Some problems in the server have dislodged me from the giant search engine. Oops...I decided to go on without Googling…
Then there was the next shock, when I realized that even after ten minutes of rigorous taping on the key board, I was still struggling to arrange the few information I
retrieved from my biological memory.
All my efforts to retrieve related information just led me to some flickers scattered here and there and I realized that I have never taken the pain of storing the millions of bytes I process daily (do I?)…"Google hai na (do not worry, Google is there)."
Just imagine the day when my Google quest will generate something like this…"The service you requested has been terminated for eternity." It’s high time…

Comments

Soumyadip said…
When was the last time when you rummaged though texts in the library for that elusive piece of information? I don't remember. Do you?

In my office (one full of youngsters) we segregate the population as pre and post Google.

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