For the past many years i was under tremendous peer pressure regarding my lack of computer literacy. It followed my subconscious mind like a ghost.It created a complex and affected my normal interaction with my colleagues .I would try to veer clear of any mention of computers.But my friends would insist on my having to do something with computers. The very idea of learning it gave me jitters.I tried to get tutored but failed to make head or tail of the vast network of icons and figures in the box.I would try to fiddle with the keys in privacy to get familiar and be rid of the terrible fear of being ridiculed for my inability to learn .Being advanced in years it started taking toll of my mental health. I wished to reason out with my friends as to why lack of computer knowledge will make me a lesser human-being than them.But their flashy eyes and charged advice revealed my low I.Q. and i was a pariah in my own group. I felt i was missing out a world without which my entire assorted knowledge was a waste.And today i am here on this page having the last laugh because the entire peer pressure turned out to be a mountain of a mole hill.
Meeta is in her seventies. She is full of zest for life and seeks every opportunity to be in the company of her friends. Her salt and pepper short hair goes well with her plump fat body. Her style of dressing accentuates her care- free demeanour . Her age doesn't hamper her in anyway. She often cracks jokes which generally veer to obscenity, to make her friends laugh , which for a moment unsettles them ,but then they go with the flow. The instinct to deride looks meaningless at such an age. Meeta had lost her husband lately and her only son lived in the U.S . She cultivated a large number of friends and revived the distant family relations. She was awash with money and threw lavish parties. Generally all her friends are retired house wives facing the same empty nest syndrome. They had now ample time to indulge their fancies which the...
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