Having talked to my daughter and my niece, I now realize that one can receive the same level of excitement and satisfaction by simply gluing oneself to the chair next to a cafe and start surfing. Surfing can make you slave 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and if you are lucky, you get a reward; you can start to surf again. I am not against surfing, but not to the extent of surfing meaninglessly. I can’t say we spent, back in those wonderful days, quality time. We don't have computer, never-mind the lap top, all we had were counting cars based on pure memory. Yes, we also slave 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and if we are lucky, we get a reward; we made someone count for us.
In the old days, the least I could say was, mathematically the power of addition, subtraction and even multiplication comes in handy through the whole process of counting. These days’ things are made relatively easier by calculator, and it comes on your ruler, notebook, phone, clock etc. I remember having my first calculator, remember those old LED calculators? Don’t they just look good? Large buttons and displays that lits up in the dark. To be honest, I had my first calculator when I was at Form Six, by which time I already knew the basic mathematics and can memorise time tables up to 12. Say…….how is that the time tables are done in this manner only? You start from 1 times 2 until 12 times 2, then move up to 1 times 3 until you reached 12 times 3 and move to 4. The last time table you ever need to memorise is 12 and ends at 12 times 12. What about 13 and onwards? Pretty strange indeed.
Apart from the audio advancement, I have a strong passion and affiliation on the video part. My daughter’s impression of video is the DVD player, until I show her the monster projector. I had a tough time explaining to her the rattling sounds, burning of films and the sound system being camouflaged by an equaling loud generator. But more importantly, I managed to explain the open air cinema I experienced as a child. What about the mosquitoes and the rain, she asked. Yes, unfortunately the light from the projector attracted plenty insects and the screen are for most of the time covered with shadows of the insects. I can’t remember much about the rain especially during the monsoon months.
Perhaps I over-imagined, but a few monsoons after, we got our very first second hand black and white TV. I don’t see the same problem these days but in those days you needed a fan behind the TV (to cool it down) while we perspire and sweat profusely in the CROWD. I can’t tell why but when it comes to the most crucial moment, some elders (usually mum or dad) will shout “shut down the TV, it is getting too hot”. Duh!!! If not, there is always the same old message “We apologise for this temporary breakdown. Normal service will resume shortly.” Strangely, mum and dad will not shut down the TV but waited patiently. I guess I have a special passion for TV, for I simply grew up with it. But there were painful experience as well, one being fervently electrocuted for trying hard to adjust the ‘quality’ by getting rid of ‘fussy image’, ‘snowy image’ etc. All for the sake of watching the full hour of “A Little House on the Prairie” back in the days when a fan is meant only to cool down the TV and not the audience.
Watching my teenage daughter painstakingly save every picture I found for her, laughed and screamed in excitement as she was introduced the newer things of the past, my thoughts went back to those childhood days when I grew up in a little known place "Kulai Besar Estate." In the words of the Carpenters, “Looking back on how it was in years gone by. And the good times that I had. Makes today seem rather sad, so much has changed. Those were such happy times, and not so long ago. How I wonder where they’d gone.”
Sorry, it wasn’t me singing from the toilet!!!!
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