Once upon a time when I was a kid, I lived in perpetual fear that my handwriting would be ridiculed by my teacher. As I wrote in very small letters, mom always used to tell me to write in larger size and even teachers told me to write bigger in exams. I would spend the exam time anguishing over how many additional sheets of paper my classmates would take to write answers, whereas mine wouldn't even fill the book or sheet given at first. Though I got marks on par and sometimes more than others, I always envied their ability to write in larger size and use up many additional sheets enough to make a book. My handwriting too would be beautiful at sometimes and crooked at others, depending on my varying moods and interest.
Today morning I saw a college girl standing in the bus and reading her notes, perhaps for exam. Her handwriting was very beautiful and I remembered the pressure our generation used to face from our parents, teachers to write beautifully.
All that apart, in this age of keyboards, who writes in hand? Not even godmen and netas who have resorted to tweets and iPads. Is calligraphy, the penmanship which once had such a great status, becoming redundant?
Today morning I saw a college girl standing in the bus and reading her notes, perhaps for exam. Her handwriting was very beautiful and I remembered the pressure our generation used to face from our parents, teachers to write beautifully.
All that apart, in this age of keyboards, who writes in hand? Not even godmen and netas who have resorted to tweets and iPads. Is calligraphy, the penmanship which once had such a great status, becoming redundant?
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