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A young, intelligent boy, almost just like me, was looking out of the window with a spark in his eyes. He wanted a tablet that would be the apple of everyone's eyes. He dreamed of owning one such device; he thought of all the things he would do with it - use Microsoft Office, play Solitaire, paint using MS Paint, write code in C++; and all this, on the move. He saved up money for it. But it was far too much beyond his reach. He even tried behaving like a good boy so that he could impress his father. But his true nature couldn't be contained. His raw and abrasive approach did not help his cause in any way. Finally, when he'd given up, after many years, the soft corner in his father's heart melted and he decided to get him the tablet he always wanted. There were jubilant screams of 'Appidi Podu' and 'Adra Sakkai' while the tablet was being administered. "It's too late. My desire for it is dead," whispered the boy. "This tablet does nothing that I want. It cannot do the most basic of all needs: connect to the internet. I have no use for this. Trash it," said the boy with a tone of anguish. It was the age of the iPads and Galaxy Tabs.
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