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Arjun frowned. "What's that?"

Arjun was fourteen, obsessed with music videos, and perpetually frustrated. His family had one desktop computer—a bulky, beige Compaq that ran on Windows XP and sounded like a hovercraft taking off. The internet was a precious commodity: a 2G USB dongle that cost his father a small fortune per megabyte. YouTube, still young and scrappy, was a magical but forbidden land. Arjun could browse for ten minutes, find the perfect remix of "Jai Ho," press play, and watch the little red bar crawl like a wounded ant. By the time the video loaded, his mother needed the phone line, and the connection would die. vidmate 2008

One night, Arjun's father found him hunched over the computer at 2 a.m., transferring a Michael Jackson tribute video to a dozen memory cards spread across the desk like tiny black wafers. He expected a scolding. Instead, his father pulled up a chair. Arjun frowned