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TECHNOLOGICALLY CORRECT


                                     

Technology was introduced in our home by my husband when he purchased a Celeron desktop for the children. We were all very excited about it .My sister got them a home publishing CD by Microsoft for activity and their friends exchanged video games. This all was moving too fast Mario, Age of Empire, Sim city and many more games whose names I do not remember.

Gradually they were hooked too long and summer vacations were a time when all the indulgences were uninhibited. Once I was so annoyed that I told the children to delete all the games right before me as sequelae to bad grades. With tears in their eyes the games folder went to the trash. For a few days I did not see them play only to learn they knew of the “Restore” feature which brought the folder back in mainstream.

I now was faced with a new dilemma of keeping them away from the screen for some time. They outsmarted me and now it was my turn to play my cards right. I told them we will be doing an exhibition soon of our hobby class work and they will be drawing and painting and making crafts which we shall be showcasing to their friends and their parents before the school reopens. Now that was too good to be true. I found them demanding me to teach them new things they learnt paper sculpture from me, flower making and even origami from books. By the end of the summer vacations we had a considerable amount of collection of craft. I am thankful to so many resource guides to create their interest in art work.

I hated it so much to run for art supplies in the scorching heat then but now  admiring their cards, painted folders, caricatures, paper sculptures, flowers made me so proud of their achievements And yes! I invited their friends and their mothers to see what they did.This tradition to make sketches, paint and creating art portfolio continues even today.When my younger son went to college he won a prize for painting the adverse effects of technology in which he had shown how the addiction consumes the very person and preys upon it.

I often think that when I was a student myself in school it was often questioned if I was an artist because of my long fingers but my arts teacher had a very different opinion. Today, I really feel like an artist with perfect understanding of what art is.




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