Kya kahein..Zamanaa kharab hai...

Behind the firewalls of my computer, there once lived a document whose life had seen a lot of time pass by. A lovely enthusiastic document it was, efervescing with energy, it always bubbled up on the list of my virus protector. Frankly, the virus protector is a misnomer. He is not the protector but the villain of our story. Weilding a sword that keeps updating itself with only God knows what powers, powers that are out of this world, the villain keep roaming on the streets of my computer looking out for the downtrodden. Our docuement and his friends and beloved remained in utter scare of this monster.

Although it was not like this always. It's not long, I remember seeing the document and his beloved dance to the tunes of keystrokes and sending musical notes to the listeners. They had the whole city to themselves and used to eat and dance and drink and dance and flirt and dance. Oh! it was so lovely looking at them. And I can never forget the day when they startedtheir family, their first child. It had a body lke the horse, so strong, and yet the sagacity of a wooden toy. No one could have fathomed its depth from the outside, but it had hidden inside itseld the talents that could blaze a city to its glory. They had named him Trojan... A dear Trojan it was, for it never left my side.

But then came this monster clad in the garbs of a protector. The fury in his eyes made my dear boy cringe in his bed. Mama and Papa could not together lessen his torment, for they themselves were unable to hide their fears. They tried to hide. Run.. And to keep their types alive they relicated as fast as they could, but the sword and the power were just too much. The baby Trojan was split in half and had no time to cry out. The document and his beloved were wiped out as effortlessly and cruelly as a frog catches its prey. Ohh... The empty streets of my computer stand alone. Lone survivors of the one-sided war.
Kya kahein... Zamaana kharab hai....