I had been having some issues with the card reader for my camera. Shooting all these pix but I couldn’t get them off the doggone card. I had a USB cable that had been stolen on my last trip to Bogota, Colombia [THAT story is a whole notha series yet to be posted…] but I thought ‘hey, I got a reader/writer, no problem!’ Oh boy.
After the Taj trip, I had accrued well over 200 shots from various locales like Chandni Chowk & the Red Fort in Old Delhi; monkeys appearing on the morning ride to work down a strip the company driver Sagar dubbed ‘Monkey Way’ including a FANTASTIC one of a mom & her baby; the Agra Fort & of course, the fabulous Taj Mahal. So after a few futile attempts to upload them over the past couple weeks, I decided to make a concerted effort after the Taj tour to load them into my computer & see exactly what I had.
Upon inserting the card into the reader I could see all the shots in the Olympus software. So far, so good. LET THE TRANSFERRING BEGIN! The bar is moving across…1 of 280, 15 of 280, 80 of 280 moving…moving…then WHAT?! I’ve only gotten 2 pix off? The last two I shot at the Taj & it ain’t EVEN the Taj but some children???!!!!!
Oh, I’m a stubborn one so I start again. The same comforting routine happens & WHAT? I still only got the same two pix & now there are copies? Then I look at the left side of the screen & see that my originals are multiple copies. AND some are missing but not in the computer! YIKES! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON???!!!!
The more I persist, the more copies are copied & the same two friggin’ pix are all I got on the laptop. After about an hour of this, the inevitable happens—I have lost EVERY SINGLE PICTURE. ALL of them. Every shot of the glorious Taj. Gone.
So what’s a girl frustrated in Delhi to do? Have a meltdown of course. Yup. A good, old-fashioned meltdown in the style of a two year old without what she wants. Laid on my yoga mat & howled louder than the #@$%^&*! horns outside. Now you KNOW that’s a good tantrum when you can out howl the honking horns of Delhi traffic.
By the time I was done railing at the Universe, I had a good thumpin’ headache & a blow-fish face. Mad, mad, mad, mad at the world, mad, just mad! Sob!
As I emerged from my non-tantric tantrum I made a decision. I was takin’ my angry, frustrated, photo-losin’ self right on back to the Taj. But it was not going to be on that same tour dammit!
PS. because no one carried the USB cable & after much digging in search of an Olympus store [it’s strictly a Sony town] I found out there was a problem with that particular card reader & that Olympus was aware of the problem! The stupid thing had corrupted the files on my card! Naren was sweet enough to see if he & a techie friend could retrieve them but to no avail. Happy to finally find the doggone store that was tucked way way away in C.P. [Connaught Place] I was none too pleased to find out the USB cable was so pricey. So after badgering the poor manager to give me a discount & of course he didn’t budge, I plunked down $37 to buy a USB cable the day before I went back to the Taj.
