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When the entire nation goes online we go offline


It is encouraging to note that our government promises to provide ICT facilities in our country's every nook and cranny. Hopefully, this includes even the remotest villages. What a wonderful piece of news we hear. But will farmers be able to operate computers? Will they be able to access internet facilities to seek solutions to pest problems? Will they be able to build roads that would take them to towns and cities once a year to meet their dasho sons and daughters?

And when the entire nation is gearing up to go online, here in the heart of the town, in one of the biggest institution, our office is going offline. Initially we had goddamned fast LAN Internet connections. But the concerned authority decided not to allow us to use it. Reasons we thought were valid and they gave us wireless connection, which had the super speed of the fastest snail. Now they have kindly removed even the snail paced wireless connection. Reasons, only kind god knows.

It is the tenth day my office has been shut down to the outside world.

I would hardly be surprised if my illiterate mother, who has never even touched a computer, sends me emails from the villages sooner or later.

Comments

  1. Offline, and into its tenth day? Hmm, that's interesting. Reminds me of my own situation back then in Punakha. But here's the catch. I was officially offline for the entire two years that I was there!

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  2. Ha ha ha No comments,!
    Was actually wondering if you are competing me in staying away from updating our blogs! I am daughtering my life! Hope you get back online soon!

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  3. i can't believe that. no internet in your office? no wonder you were away for so long.
    but don't let the "no internet" facility stop you writing mey

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  4. who's the culprit? the service provider or your system/network administrator.

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