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Happy in the real world
I am an alien. I have very little to do with computers. When my
computer-literate friends chat, I hear excited comments on
Internet, websites, e-mail pals... When I try to get in a word
edgeways to ask what all this means, some are scornful, clicking
their tongues impatiently, others sigh and look heavenwards.
I am quickly forgotten as they animatedly crowd around a
downloaded picture of Hrithik Roshan.
I move away unnoticed to the semi-deserted playground. Robust
Reena hollers out an invitation to join her basketball team. But
I refuse slumping dejectedly on the bench. The computer has
robbed me of my friend, fun and games. Hopscotch lines were
smudged. Harry Potter's adventures ran through my head. But
Ragini's "how boring" to my "look, how interesting" left me
feeling lonely and upset. There was no basketball in the evenings
- Ragini had gravitated to the computer.
What was this computer anyway, I thought angrily. Some djinn
awesomely knowledgeable where everything under the sun was
available. Who needed this when the textbooks spilt themselves
all over?
Who would want to make these tireless computers overshadow
playtime, dreamtime, leisure and lolling?
I look up at the deep blue sky. Across a fluffy wisp of cloud
glides an eagle. Could the cold computer capture its vastness or
magic? The fragrance of the champak flower wafts across on a
breeze. I think of Ragini locked in a closed room stuffy with the
smell of heated cables.
Reena grabs my hand and pulls me on to the court. Can the
computer give such a feeling of boy as when you send the ball
through the hoop.
Suddenly, I feel light-hearted and happy. Even a little sorry for
Ragini. Many worlds open to her at the click of a button but they
close unannounced when the current blinks off.
Cold soulless worlds. I have just one world with its mysterious
woods, winding paths throbbing with life and beauty. And I would
not change it for anything. For it shares my heartbeats.
NIKHITA DEEPAK, VI C
KENDRIYA VIDYALAYA, IIT, Chennai
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