u/i_drew_waifus

"If you have a laptop that takes longer to boot than it takes to make Maggi, or an old computer gathering dust in a corner... please don't throw it away just yet. It might mean more to someone than you think."

Hi everyone,

I've been thinking about writing this for a while.

My fascination with computers didn't begin because I wanted to play games or own the latest gadget.

It began in Class 2.

Every Saturday, our school took us to the computer lab. Since there weren't enough computers for everyone, we were made to sit in pairs and take turns using them.

When my turn came, the boy sitting next to me took the mouse from my hand and said,

«"Tumhare paas toh computer bhi nahi hai. Chalana aata hoga?"»

I don't know if he even remembers saying it.

But I do.

I was just a kid, yet that one sentence embarrassed me so much that I went home completely silent.

My mother noticed something was wrong. I told her I wanted a computer, but I never told her why.

The next day, she took me around the town to look for one.

The funny part is... neither of us knew where computers were even sold.

We walked into random offices asking employees where we could buy one and how much it would cost.

When one person told us the price, I looked at my mother's face.

I don't remember the number anymore.

I only remember her expression.

That's when I quietly understood that it wasn't something we could afford.

After that day, I never really insisted again.

Years passed.

Whenever I visited my friends' houses, I'd be fascinated by their computers. I'd ask if I could use them, but most of the time they were afraid I'd accidentally break something, so I would just watch from a distance.

Then one day, while wandering around a scrapyard like I often did, hoping to find something interesting, I found an old laptop.

I brought it home with almost no expectations.

After cleaning it up and fiddling with it for a while...

it actually turned on.

I still remember that moment.

I was literally crying.

It wasn't because I'd found an expensive laptop.

It was because, after all those years, I finally had a computer that was mine.

I decided I was going to turn it into a cyberdeck. I spent hours planning it, imagining what it would become.

But life had other plans.

My Class 12 boards were approaching, followed by JEE Main, so I packed everything away and focused on my exams.

After my Main exam, I came back home excited to continue the project.

I connected the power...

and the motherboard's matrix controller IC failed almost instantly.

Just like that, the laptop died.

The project I'd been dreaming about for months was over before it even began.

I won't lie.

I cried again.

I still prepared for JEE Advanced, but I couldn't qualify and eventually decided to take a drop year.

A few days ago, I was telling this whole story to one of my closest friends—the same friend I built little projects with.

After listening patiently, he said,

"Why don't you write to Framework? They believe in repairability. Maybe they'll understand your story."

I honestly don't know if anything will come of it.

Maybe nothing.

Maybe this post won't change anything either.

But I thought I'd share my story because there might be someone here who has an old laptop lying in a cupboard, a broken computer they never got around to fixing, or simply knows a place where old machines get a second chance instead of ending up as scrap.

I'm not looking for the latest hardware.

To me, even an old ThinkPad with missing keys or a desktop that barely boots isn't junk.

It's another chance to learn, build, repair, and maybe finally finish that cyberdeck I've been dreaming about.

If you've read this far, thank you.

And if you happen to know someone in Ranchi or anywhere in Jharkhand who repairs, collects, or is willing to part with an old laptop or computer, I'd love to hear from you.

Sometimes, one old machine can mean the world to someone.

*I used a bit of Ai to fix my grammatical and spelling mistakes please don't feel like that it's a fake story, it's my real story*

"If you have a laptop that takes longer to boot than it takes to make Maggi, or an old computer gathering dust in a corner... please don't throw it away just yet. It might mean more to someone than you think."

Hi everyone,

I've been thinking about writing this for a while.

My fascination with computers didn't begin because I wanted to play games or own the latest gadget.

It began in Class 2.

Every Saturday, our school took us to the computer lab. Since there weren't enough computers for everyone, we were made to sit in pairs and take turns using them.

When my turn came, the boy sitting next to me took the mouse from my hand and said,

«"Tumhare paas toh computer bhi nahi hai. Chalana aata hoga?"»

I don't know if he even remembers saying it.

But I do.

I was just a kid, yet that one sentence embarrassed me so much that I went home completely silent.

My mother noticed something was wrong. I told her I wanted a computer, but I never told her why.

The next day, she took me around the town to look for one.

The funny part is... neither of us knew where computers were even sold.

We walked into random offices asking employees where we could buy one and how much it would cost.

When one person told us the price, I looked at my mother's face.

I don't remember the number anymore.

I only remember her expression.

That's when I quietly understood that it wasn't something we could afford.

After that day, I never really insisted again.

Years passed.

Whenever I visited my friends' houses, I'd be fascinated by their computers. I'd ask if I could use them, but most of the time they were afraid I'd accidentally break something, so I would just watch from a distance.

Then one day, while wandering around a scrapyard like I often did, hoping to find something interesting, I found an old laptop.

I brought it home with almost no expectations.

After cleaning it up and fiddling with it for a while...

it actually turned on.

I still remember that moment.

I was literally crying.

It wasn't because I'd found an expensive laptop.

It was because, after all those years, I finally had a computer that was mine.

I decided I was going to turn it into a cyberdeck. I spent hours planning it, imagining what it would become.

But life had other plans.

My Class 12 boards were approaching, followed by JEE Main, so I packed everything away and focused on my exams.

After my Main exam, I came back home excited to continue the project.

I connected the power...

and the motherboard's matrix controller IC failed almost instantly.

Just like that, the laptop died.

The project I'd been dreaming about for months was over before it even began.

I won't lie.

I cried again.

I still prepared for JEE Advanced, but I couldn't qualify and eventually decided to take a drop year.

A few days ago, I was telling this whole story to one of my closest friends—the same friend I built little projects with.

After listening patiently, he said,

"Why don't you write to Framework? They believe in repairability. Maybe they'll understand your story."

I honestly don't know if anything will come of it.

Maybe nothing.

Maybe this post won't change anything either.

But I thought I'd share my story because there might be someone here who has an old laptop lying in a cupboard, a broken computer they never got around to fixing, or simply knows a place where old machines get a second chance instead of ending up as scrap.

I'm not looking for the latest hardware.

To me, even an old ThinkPad with missing keys or a desktop that barely boots isn't junk.

It's another chance to learn, build, repair, and maybe finally finish that cyberdeck I've been dreaming about.

If you've read this far, thank you.

And if you happen to know someone in Ranchi or anywhere in Jharkhand who repairs, collects, or is willing to part with an old laptop or computer, I'd love to hear from you.

Sometimes, one old machine can mean the world to someone.

*I used a bit of Ai to fix my grammatical and spelling mistakes please don't feel like that it's a fake story, it's my real story*

"If you have a laptop that takes longer to boot than it takes to make Maggi, or an old computer gathering dust in a corner... please don't throw it away just yet. It might mean more to someone than you think."

Hi everyone,

I've been thinking about writing this for a while.

My fascination with computers didn't begin because I wanted to play games or own the latest gadget.

It began in Class 2.

Every Saturday, our school took us to the computer lab. Since there weren't enough computers for everyone, we were made to sit in pairs and take turns using them.

When my turn came, the boy sitting next to me took the mouse from my hand and said,

«"Tumhare paas toh computer bhi nahi hai. Chalana aata hoga?"»

I don't know if he even remembers saying it.

But I do.

I was just a kid, yet that one sentence embarrassed me so much that I went home completely silent.

My mother noticed something was wrong. I told her I wanted a computer, but I never told her why.

The next day, she took me around the town to look for one.

The funny part is... neither of us knew where computers were even sold.

We walked into random offices asking employees where we could buy one and how much it would cost.

When one person told us the price, I looked at my mother's face.

I don't remember the number anymore.

I only remember her expression.

That's when I quietly understood that it wasn't something we could afford.

After that day, I never really insisted again.

Years passed.

Whenever I visited my friends' houses, I'd be fascinated by their computers. I'd ask if I could use them, but most of the time they were afraid I'd accidentally break something, so I would just watch from a distance.

Then one day, while wandering around a scrapyard like I often did, hoping to find something interesting, I found an old laptop.

I brought it home with almost no expectations.

After cleaning it up and fiddling with it for a while...

it actually turned on.

I still remember that moment.

I was literally crying.

It wasn't because I'd found an expensive laptop.

It was because, after all those years, I finally had a computer that was mine.

I decided I was going to turn it into a cyberdeck. I spent hours planning it, imagining what it would become.

But life had other plans.

My Class 12 boards were approaching, followed by JEE Main, so I packed everything away and focused on my exams.

After my Main exam, I came back home excited to continue the project.

I connected the power...

and the motherboard's matrix controller IC failed almost instantly.

Just like that, the laptop died.

The project I'd been dreaming about for months was over before it even began.

I won't lie.

I cried again.

I still prepared for JEE Advanced, but I couldn't qualify and eventually decided to take a drop year.

A few days ago, I was telling this whole story to one of my closest friends—the same friend I built little projects with.

After listening patiently, he said,

"Why don't you write to Framework? They believe in repairability. Maybe they'll understand your story."

I honestly don't know if anything will come of it.

Maybe nothing.

Maybe this post won't change anything either.

But I thought I'd share my story because there might be someone here who has an old laptop lying in a cupboard, a broken computer they never got around to fixing, or simply knows a place where old machines get a second chance instead of ending up as scrap.

I'm not looking for the latest hardware.

To me, even an old ThinkPad with missing keys or a desktop that barely boots isn't junk.

It's another chance to learn, build, repair, and maybe finally finish that cyberdeck I've been dreaming about.

If you've read this far, thank you.

And if you happen to know someone in Ranchi or anywhere in Jharkhand who repairs, collects, or is willing to part with an old laptop or computer, I'd love to hear from you.

Sometimes, one old machine can mean the world to someone.

*I used a bit of Ai to fix my grammatical and spelling mistakes please don't feel like that it's a fake story, it's my real story*

"If you have a laptop that takes longer to boot than it takes to make Maggi, or an old computer gathering dust in a corner... please don't throw it away just yet. It might mean more to someone than you think."

Hi everyone,

I've been thinking about writing this for a while.

My fascination with computers didn't begin because I wanted to play games or own the latest gadget.

It began in Class 2.

Every Saturday, our school took us to the computer lab. Since there weren't enough computers for everyone, we were made to sit in pairs and take turns using them.

When my turn came, the boy sitting next to me took the mouse from my hand and said,

«"Tumhare paas toh computer bhi nahi hai. Chalana aata hoga?"»

I don't know if he even remembers saying it.

But I do.

I was just a kid, yet that one sentence embarrassed me so much that I went home completely silent.

My mother noticed something was wrong. I told her I wanted a computer, but I never told her why.

The next day, she took me around the town to look for one.

The funny part is... neither of us knew where computers were even sold.

We walked into random offices asking employees where we could buy one and how much it would cost.

When one person told us the price, I looked at my mother's face.

I don't remember the number anymore.

I only remember her expression.

That's when I quietly understood that it wasn't something we could afford.

After that day, I never really insisted again.

Years passed.

Whenever I visited my friends' houses, I'd be fascinated by their computers. I'd ask if I could use them, but most of the time they were afraid I'd accidentally break something, so I would just watch from a distance.

Then one day, while wandering around a scrapyard like I often did, hoping to find something interesting, I found an old laptop.

I brought it home with almost no expectations.

After cleaning it up and fiddling with it for a while...

it actually turned on.

I still remember that moment.

I was literally crying.

It wasn't because I'd found an expensive laptop.

It was because, after all those years, I finally had a computer that was mine.

I decided I was going to turn it into a cyberdeck. I spent hours planning it, imagining what it would become.

But life had other plans.

My Class 12 boards were approaching, followed by JEE Main, so I packed everything away and focused on my exams.

After my Main exam, I came back home excited to continue the project.

I connected the power...

and the motherboard's matrix controller IC failed almost instantly.

Just like that, the laptop died.

The project I'd been dreaming about for months was over before it even began.

I won't lie.

I cried again.

I still prepared for JEE Advanced, but I couldn't qualify and eventually decided to take a drop year.

A few days ago, I was telling this whole story to one of my closest friends—the same friend I built little projects with.

After listening patiently, he said,

"Why don't you write to Framework? They believe in repairability. Maybe they'll understand your story."

I honestly don't know if anything will come of it.

Maybe nothing.

Maybe this post won't change anything either.

But I thought I'd share my story because there might be someone here who has an old laptop lying in a cupboard, a broken computer they never got around to fixing, or simply knows a place where old machines get a second chance instead of ending up as scrap.

I'm not looking for the latest hardware.

To me, even an old ThinkPad with missing keys or a desktop that barely boots isn't junk.

It's another chance to learn, build, repair, and maybe finally finish that cyberdeck I've been dreaming about.

If you've read this far, thank you.

And if you happen to know someone in Ranchi or anywhere in Jharkhand who repairs, collects, or is willing to part with an old laptop or computer, I'd love to hear from you.

Sometimes, one old machine can mean the world to someone.

*I used a bit of Ai to fix my grammatical and spelling mistakes please don't feel like that it's a fake story, it's my real story*