Being alumni of the 90’s, I can’t escape but enjoy every bit of lime light that I share everywhere I go. Be it on the dinner table or endless coffee conversations. Little do I realize that I owe technology for sailing me through. From the embarrassing student in early school to a dynamic media professional, a tag I carry even before I let my graduation hat fly. Perhaps, its technology who has been a better friend leaving behind the good old saying “books are man’s best friend” to the generation I took over.
Computer happened to me quite later than usual. To me, technology meant computer and computer meant the screen saver. It’s strange how I could stare at the endless maze of red bricks on my father’s computer that I claimed to be partly mine. It would hurt when I couldn’t switch on the computer myself; wait for someone to build the bricks once again while I thought this was the only reason why computers were called fast. For this was the childhood I like to believe technology and I grew up together.
Like they say time is the best teacher, soon I found myself closer to the computer. My assignments grew up from ruled lines to word documents. Chart projects turned power point presentation while sound effects were like brownie points. I enjoyed every second of being there. Sooner I realized that I was much different that how I aspired to be. From wanting to be a doctor, I changed lanes to media. The world around me was changing but the world within me saw a revolution. My new hobbies were searching for my favorite artists, stalking was a secret affair and my assumptions of my favorite artiste’s email addresses were ridiculous. I listened to music which appeared Greek and Latin while my mother blamed my over indulgence to my new cravings and eating habits. Megabytes became gigabytes. I woke up something new every day.
My affair with the Radio took off amidst all these hassles. I realized I am much talented than I thought. I could speak spontaneously, play music in little gatherings and behave every bit of a DJ, without being branded a wannabe. I was just lucky. Soon, my hobby drew my focus. I researched, reached out to people, stalked and worked my heart out to achieve what I aspire to be.
Today, I boast of an enviable fully loaded laptop hogging all my attention while the background is of fancy disks, coffee mugs, my jumbo headphones and a few more music gadgets. I record; I remix, rearrange and relive every day of my life. I don’t give space for screen savers now for my system seems to have taken the load of my life. I juggle between multiple windows surfing on one and completing pending conversation with friends. I edit memories on pictures and I schedule myself for a neater tomorrow. Every day is a clean slate where I scribble, over and over again because I know the memory of my computer it won’t leave my way, it will not let me down.
