Last week I taught my dad to play “Angry birds”.. Yes.. The crazy addictive game “Angry birds”. The man who taught me how to read, write, walk, eat or simply put “to live” was sitting beside me and playing the game. It seemed really very strange when he was not able to follow the very basic moves in my ipod touch.. I was like.. is this for real?? Dad!! Are you so dumb to not to understand these basic moves??
Then I thought for a while… this is how he taught me to read isn’t it? A simple ‘A’ took me 3 days to draw (not write J) But he sat with me there patiently teaching me again and again to draw ‘A’. I could be extremely well versed in gadgets now.. But my dad still looks astonished whenever I show him any movies or songs in my ipod.. I felt it’s my payback time.. I sat next to him.. Explained the story of angry birds (the reason for the birds taking revenge on the green mothsJ) taught him the controls, explained what each birds can do and what their powers are etc.. Then I simply sat next to him and watched him playing the game.. I was able to feel what he felt 20 years back when he taught me ‘A’
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