Destiny's Child

This afternoon’s image of the child, currently in nursery class, ensconced in the grand father's lap, who earlier had interacted with me in only sign language, refusing to be prompted to use his vocal cords, still persists and makes me wonder as to how far the generation has progressed from our childhood days and where it is headed.

The tiny tot opens the lap-top, lying on the table, starts playing with it, simultaneously, absent mindedly, chewing on the morsels of food being pushed in his mouth by the servant in attendance, all the time intent on the PC screen, while manipulating the track ball.

Earlier the saying went, ‘Born with a silver spoon’: soon would need to change to, ‘Cyber Child’, ‘Born with a mouse in hand’