Computer Name: DADDY

The young vendor had pushed the bell hardly for once before the enthusiastic child unbolted the door and rushed at him. He was eagerly waiting for that bell all day long.

With glowing eyes and wide-open mouth he landed on the various sized boxes those were being carried into his little study stuffed with books on all possible topics. He could hardly wait for the boxes to be opened and the contents to be fixed.

One and half hours later it was all done. The day-long await had come to an end. There it was—a brand new assembled computer placed on the table at a corner of the room. Praising eyes were fixed on the glittering machine for a while; then slowly the boy turned to his father—the financer father off course, and silently thanked him for such a beautiful gift. Not to mention, that night went all sleepless for the boy.

Since then, the dust of time had started accumulating on the brand new Pentium: I; and the peripherals had begun to lose its glitter. The machine has toiled hard—the boy has laboured hard—finally they ended with dusty cabinet and gray hairs.

Merciless time has given the child so many things and has snatched away too many things. He was gifted with things unnumbered; and remained deprived of things uncountable.

The Old Child still works on the age-old machine—but his daughter has a new one to do works of her own. The old Pentium: I still runs, not as fast as the Core 2 Duo placed next beside at another table—but it still manages to perform with puff and gasp.


The Old Boy still works with it and sighs while looking at the new machine. He asks himself if some day, when his footprints will stop leaving a mark on the dust of the living world, should the Core 2 Duo also be named as “DADDY”; just as he did to the Pentium: I some years back?