Vps Malhotra   Free Lancer
One must have known and heard about  "on stage Speaking Blues " when heart flutters and sinks and classic " I concieve   ....I concieve  ... I concieve  ... " syndrome  happens blanking off all the world and delivering NOTHING......AH?

For children there is generally no Stage fear  or stage blues but for the grown up conscious personalities who  have not been on the stage for speaking this Fear of the stage speaking is no less an avooidable ordeal ..Understandably so !!!

And the best way to stall this fear is     ?

Preparation .... Preparation  ....Preparation   ...

by writing down every bit of the word one has to blurt out as a speaker by taking services of the persons who are adept in oration and elocution  and the fear  vanishes gradually by practice

But have you heard of  "Internet  Blues"....? AH.....!!

Well I went through this phenomena what I term as "Internet Blues"

I am 80, and took to computer a few  years back recently

Though therre  was a computer  with internet connection  in the house where I live and my  children and grand children were freely using it  having their own free laptops and pcs but this "BOX" always looked and sounded weierd to me

Though I had tried my hand over the computer games with my Grand son who is an expert (now in Canada) yet I always approached the pc with a sense of distance and mystical attitude that the computer in the house exuded

 

There was always with a trepedation, with the fear in the heart lest I may not spoir or damage  the PC and its worthy parts by my ignorance or mis handlindling

So I always maintained a respectful distance from the PC thinking that this gadget is the epitome of the generation gap that exists  between me, my son and my grand children

And I foound methos in priding myself on my  iGNORACE  and my wierd ideas in not touching this BOX for all the good or bad thintgs that my children and grand children were doing in wasting thie time all the while on this clattered BUG  >>>? So I thought

 

My memories of COMPUTER were responsible for this attitude when in 1984 Govt sent us  ,a boltched up motley batch of 54 rians (avg age 54) , sent us for computer training  for 15 days  at Jaipur Rajasthan in a  Police Data centre which had the Computer

Unfortunately  the Conmputer Sir had gone sick  and we were kept waiting and daily shwiong of the  data which was being punched and the "COMPUTER" was lodged in sprawling 5-8 rooms for different funtions .Iwas dead slow  an horrible experience

But luckily there was a desktop PC available in Training Institute  which was cosily tucked in two well decorated AC rooms all glassed

We were made to remove our shoes out side  and were sanitised for fear of viruses  and then taken to the second glassed room where a young chick BEAU was sitiing manipulating  the key boards and explaing the parts accesories and functions of the computer  We were not allowed to touch any part of the so sacred as holy cow the PC and were told to get training in handling computer in Delhi

There were no windows then and we were bugged with all sorts of commands which we nver used or ren\membered

The experience was terrifying

With this backgroudg my  approach to computers at Home were taiunted with predujice  and I always feared them or at the most avoided them

There was great awe and a sense of respectful mysterical secrecy about The PC with an aura of suspense always hanging around with strange tweaking curiosity always forbidding me to be away from this technological marvel

But first time whrn I accesed the internet

it was with grear foreboding andfear  I suffered from Internet Blues

 

more in nest instalment
May 30th 2011 07:54