For all the Sci-fi fans, much as you might hate me, I have this mental cartoon of computer geeks I can’t seem to crush out. In eons down the line, there’s a long long corridor, each replete with cubicles. Stereotypically all white, simulating internet Cafés we connect to our virtual cocoons with, in any remote part of the country as well. And it houses the human population. The whole of it yes. Cables connect their minds to the futuristic versions of what computers will be. And they sit. And have huge heads, coz that’s what they confer their existence with. The rest of them however, is shrinking correspondingly, courtesy, lack of constructive usage!
Cracks aside, clicking away, clacking on the keyboards, cooking up an entire life within the whatever-inch square. I am here compelled to relay the series of events a friend of mine carries out- just between waking up and coming to class. Wake up. Switch on the computer. Wash and brush. Sit on the computer. Take a shower. Sit on the computer. Look for clothes that need least fumigation. Sit on the computer. Consider whether he can carry off the clashing combo. Sit on the computer. Change. Sit on the computer. Shoes. Sit on the computer. Comb. Sit on the computer. Finally leave. Oh and return back for the keys. Peek at the computer ONE last time…Reach in time- for one class later than pre-planned.
To cut the crap short, I have a question. If the Television is christened ‘the Idiot Box’, what title can we crown a computer with? And how much will the view of an anti-Computerist hold? Considering ‘Idiot’ will have serious altercations in the choice of words!!
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