My Tryst with Computers

Man made computers and not the other way……says parul.I nod meekly and try to believe that. If you are one of parul’s tribe, then read and

 Think, Puzzle, Explore!!!!!!?????????

Scene 1.Computer room

Spic and span….All the computers sit majestically in a line, donned with various accessories and resemble emperors of a bygone era.

I take a deep breath, and stealthily enter the room. I make sure that none of these emperors notice me…. (Simple, do not look at them).

A group of adults and kids are sitting and clicking in gay abandon. Soft music wafts around. I use sign language to ask about the net connectivity.

YIPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEE………It is there………J

Computers are not AWARE about my presence,

Everybody seems ENABLED by them,

I am EMPOWERED therefore….

I position myself confidently in front of a computer that looks inviting.

I also ensure that The Xavier of computers (Nilesh) is right next to me. Or else my SOS calls may go unanswered and I will sink like the Titanic.

I look at him for a few minutes, and get inspired by the amount of multitasking he is doing.

I type my name and password .A loud noise comes out. All eyes turn towards me and a hushed silence descends into the room.

Oh!The speakers had been tuned to the maximum…….

Some gibberish appears on the screen .The computer is asking for a verification of my credentials?

I type thrice juggling between the gibberish and my password. The machine refuses to acknowledge me and gleefully tests my patience.

I look around and ….all are making merry …….

I let out a distress call and nudge Nilesh.

He bends like Beckham and

Here a click, there a click, every where a click

Click, click, click.

The computer obeys, as meek as a lamb.I can now work…

But why is there a twisted smile tucked away in the corner of his lips?????????

Scene.2.

I march home. I can work there. See Iam A positive but now is trying to become B positive.

I sit in front of the computer and give multiple commands to the machine. Wow…The beast is not rebellious and obeys all my commands .I become more adventurous and try to act smart

.Lo! Behold!

The computer conks out…..

My son seethes with anger .

your generation is not meant to operate computers, he mutters under his breath.

I look at him helplessly.

He charges like a knight in shining armor and….

Here a click, there a click, every where a click

Click, click, click.

The computer obeys, as meek as a lamb.

Man made computers, says Parul.

That’s the problem….

Why did a woman not make it?