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Megha Kansra
Megha is a contributing columnist for the Fort Bend Star.
She is a junior student at Stephen F. Austin High School-FBISD.

This column expresses the personal opinions/views of the writer. If you would like to express your opinions/views regarding the column, write a SIGNED letter to the editor. Name can be withheld by request with a valid day time phone number.
 
My Epistolary Epiphany  

My parents have bad ideas.

Last week, I was told that I was becoming a computer “addict.” Apparently my “addiction,” while not sufficiently deleterious to my health or mental caliber, was becoming enough of a problem that my dear guardians found it necessary to threaten me with infringement of certain liberties of mine unless I revoked said addictive activities. Like, say, instant messaging. They insisted that an overdose of these small, impersonal conversations would eventually deprive me of any semblance of intelligence I had. And random Wikipedia-ing. Ah, yes. This is my recent favorite; just start with one Wikipedia search term and follow through links till you’re absolutely bored/satiated. Unfortunately, my parents said that this was a certain waste of time.

So, basically I argued back. Come on, mother, I’m actually learning things! Believe me! This Wikipedia stuff is gold! Not a joke. And the AIM conversations? Intellectual debates and exegeses only, I promise.

Somehow they didn’t buy that. Father started looking sort of nostalgic and said that in his day they didn’t mess around with this impersonal mode of communication. Indeed, they all wrote lovely letters and signed off with flourishes, running, blushing and excited, to carefully fold and envelope their letter. Oh, and the stamping! Yay! Hooray for stamps!

Anyway, this led mother to prompt me to write a letter. Ha! I scoffed and shook my head. Their primitive minds. Really!

But, as soon as they left the room, disgruntled and annoyed, my eyes couldn’t help but peek from the corners at a sheaf of paper at the edge of my desk. And at that inviting pen lolling on its side. It was so shiny! And inviting!

Slowly, I took a slice of paper and let my fingers grasp the shiny, shiny pen. Humm....I’d write a letter...to who? A relative? No. Too strange. A friend? Even stranger. My parents? Ha!

Me! Right, so I’d write a lovely letter to lovely me. Excited in spite of myself and giggling with anticipation, I set forth to convey my brilliant and undoubtedly entertaining news and ideas to myself. I started simply with a “Dear Megha...” and then halted and thought. What am I telling myself? Hmm...I could discuss my day. With myself. Brilliant.

So, I start. My bobbing shiny pen swishes back and forth like a laser, and my fingers push down upon the body of the pen. Inky black and bulbous words spew out of the pen, and I lumber through my day for a second time, adding flourishes and dressing as I go.

How exciting! The sliding pen against the smooth paper and the satisfying pause to dot “i”s and cross “t”s. And I just wrote and wrote endlessly. Marvelous!

...Meh. After a while it all wore off. My hand became cramped mid-page and I let my pen clatter down on the desk with a groan. I looked down at the silly words on my paper and the useless pen rolling around frivolously on the desk. And the inviting glow of the computer screen beckoned me softly...

And I gave up letter writing forever. Moral of the story: I am a slave to my computer.

Megha is a contributing columnist for the Fort Bend Star.
She is a junior student in FBISD.

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