Friday, July 19, 2013

Confessions of a Technologically Challenged


Allow me to confess. I am technologically challenged. The feelings between me and technology are mutual. I have never been a big fan of it, though I know the basics to manage my life. Each time I learn new tricks, the technology takes a somersault. It upgrades. And my earlier skills become not-so-good, obsolete, to say the least. Somehow I feel that too err is human but for a catastrophe you need a computer. So, I rely a lot on the age old methods to organise and sort my life that have been thrown to the dustbin by the newer and the younger lot. Believe me, they help and they help a lot

 1. Keep a back up. And by back up I don’t mean, taking back up of your Black Berry. I have issues in doing it. The husband takes care of it for me, but by back up I mean keeping the visiting cards in the folders that were done once upon a time. After all, each time we meet someone for business, we exchange cards. I had once seen a secretary dutifully adding the details of the cards in the Outlook contacts of her boss. Well, I am okay with it, but I will keep those cards in my visiting card holder as well. It is a huge saviour. Ditto for all the important numbers I have. I enter them  in a diary.

 2. Taking prints of memories. In these days and times, very few people do it and I am one of those. I have seen many inconsolable couples who have lost their laptop and along with it went away priceless memories. Everything was in the soft copy. Somehow, the pleasure of watching an album is incomparable to the substitutes that the technology has begun to offer.

 3. Sending greeting cards. Yes, you guessed it right. I still do it. Somehow, the text messages and phone calls to convey New Year wishes don’t work for me. I find them not so apt. After all, how can you pull out a text message when you wish to re-read it. Greeting cards are just perfect for such occasions.

 4. Use Surahi. It is bio-degradable, encourages employment and gentle for your throat. Water from surahi to a parched throat is just like a nectar. The earthen smell envelops the water which is neither chilled nor warm, just the right amount of cold for your throat to bear and thirst to quench.

No comments:

Post a Comment