Fact n fiction
Being a technophile always doesn’t help. I mean the passion should never die. Become crazy and excessively obsessed with technology. But I lacked the power to obtain high proportions of knowledge.
People think I’m crazy. I talk to myself. Infact I talk to technology, ‘Bloody technology; don’t run at such a pace damn! Think of poor guys like me. You appear complete yet lots of work to be done on you.’ ‘Please don’t run…’
‘It just doesn’t wait’, I always think. I grab every possible opportunity to know about it. I go through every magazine, website and floating information and still I fall short of the required knowledge. A huge tech-fair invited me a few days ago which boasted of being ‘TechnicALLy yours!’ ‘Yo! Technology doesn’t know I’ll be a few seconds behind him in this race. I’m COMING.’ I got up the next morning, didn’t care to brush my teeth, took my bike and just whizzed to the fair. On my way, a guy stopped me. He was called Rajeev-the fiend. ‘You think you can keep pace with technology? Get over it bro. I’ll not let you do it. Better go brush your teeth.’ ‘Get the dash outta here’, I said and sailed.
“Whoa! This is huge” was my initial reaction when I looked at the hall that had been built exclusively for the fair. People looked at me with a jerk like expression. ‘Who cares?’ I was looking at some magazines placed on a table in the first hall. A robot greeted me at the entrance of a hall full of modern gadgets. There were uncountable number of halls, little kids flying in the air using a fire bolt. I saw kids playing Sony PS-3. ‘This is cool. Sony’s new PS-3. What a fair!’ I saw guys clicking photographs of beautiful girls with tiny cameras. I saw a group of kids playing with an electronic pen. One of those kids remained silent. He looked different, probably a young technophile. ‘Why is he so silent? Why is he staring aaaat….what’s that he’s staring at? I can’t see it.’
That kid drew my attention. For the first time in that hall a person was of interest besides a tech-gadget. He started crying. He didn’t stop. Nobody cared for him. The other kids were so fascinated with the electronic pen that this guy’s cry was inaudible.
I went to him and suddenly he stopped crying. ‘Wassup lil kid?Any problem?’ he never looked at me. ‘I want that’, he said. ‘What’s that?’, I asked. ‘That invisibility cloak’, he said he touched it and then I could see it. ‘What the…! The invisibility cloak!’ I took it and put it on him. ‘ Thundering typhoons! It really works. Research is actually on. But this is amazing. It is true!
‘That’s only a thing on display kid. It is only to show that a person has succeeded in making it. You just can’t take it.’
‘Who are you talking to?’ I opened my eyes, woke up with a jerk. It was my mom in my room. ‘Was I dreaming?’ I went to the mirror ‘I didn’t brush my teeth? Yuck! My mouth stinks.’
The kid made the difference. Technology is really never close.