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Trashing the lovely birds

I am a fan of Dangerous Dave game. We used to play this game in our collage computer lab. On a NovellNetware-DOS mode this game is really one of the coolest of its kind. The sound/audio - not the background music, the colors - not 16+ bits depth, the animation – not with great video adapters and the levels etc., are all pleasing and the game is very addictive. Of course, the thrill of copying it back in our login after it was deleted by our professors and playing it without getting caught (probably they let us play) was real fun. Last year, when I was cleaning up the old CDs and I found this game in one of the CDs. I copied in my laptop with windows XP and it didn't work. I just deleted game.

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Angry Birds is the first game I played on the iPhone. Few of my friends here used to appreciate its UI design. We talked about the algorithms involved in the game. We wondered how well the memory management is done as we never found it hanging. I guess few even bought the game. I liked the Angrybirds Seasons too. Angry Birds Space is fine. But I didn't spend much time playing this version and I still to experience the Angry Birds Star Wars. Of course, it is been more than six months since I played this game. That is why I wanted to trash it from iPhone, after all I can get it whenever I wanted it. It is not that I don't like this game or it has nothing to make the playing addictive, it is just that I got some of the games like Unblock Me, Vegetable Rescue and Power Arrow which are good enough for the time I get.

Not all my friends have Facebook accounts, not all my old friends have email accounts, not all my schoolmates are in IT - when I think of people with whom I shared a good relationship, there are lots of faces but I seem to have no way to communicate with many of them now. I seem to have missed few even when I moved from Orkut to Facebook. No, I didn't do any "trashing" nor anything got "trashed" but it doesn't exist at this very moment. There were times I believed that I wouldn't find people move closer than few others I met. But even before I realise many have moved more deeper. Time, proximity, family, society, technology,... thousands of them keep things separated, keeps us faraway, too far that I am afraid I may not even meet them again in my life, though the memory of them is still very much green. He still have lots of friends, but I don't see any of my dad's friends I met when I was in school.

Kovil Pillai P.

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