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Skills learnt in childhood: QWERTY typing

I belong to a generation when children were routinely sent sor shorthand
and typing classes (it was,indeed, as Salman Rushdie would have put it,
called shorthandtyping). I am still not comfortable typing on a mobile

We had tests to rate our speed in both. I don't think I stuck at the
lessons long enough to even get to the numerals row..I quit after the quick
brown fox started jumping over the lazy dog.

But yes,unlike my algebra,geometry and trigonometry, this was one learning that has been very useful.

Still figuring out things....

The iPad2 is certainly better than its predecessor, but there are many things I am yet to learn how to do....that I do easily on my laptop. For example, I Have the photobucket window open ,but am not able to copy the HTML code from the photograph and paste it here.

Well.... A whole raft of things like this, not the least ow which is learning to type on a touch-screen instead of keys ,which to me give a sure sense of the right keys to place my fingers on.

Then ther is the OAC.... The Orrible Auto-Correct. When I typed my friend's name, "Devika", in an email, I didn't notice that it had been turned into "Devil". "Friends" become " fiends" .I think my iPad has some association with Hell, for it to constantly harp on Lucifer in this way,

I have also not yet been able to transfer my photographs from the Kabini trip to the laptop, form the iPad.

typing this slowly and painstakingly, looking up every now and then to see what spelling mistakes I have made and what damage OAC is doing, makes it a frustratingly slow job to make a post,. For me, learning to type on this smooth screen is like re-inventing the wheel....

Would be grateful for tips on the problem of posting photobucket pics to LJ! And transferring pics to my laptop.....

I'd love to give lyrical descriptions of the lush green waving palms and the many canals we paased, driving down from Ernakulam Junction to the Cocobay Resort, but I fear that I will be over 375 years old by the time I finish typing.....


I made a comment on premkudva's post without logging in, and later apologized. Prem's response to this was, "But I recognized your handwriting!"

I very often hear laments about snail mail, and the art of letter-writing, having lapsed in the electronic era. "There is nothing like a hand-written letter," goes the grouse. "You don't get a sense of the individual."

I disagree. I may not see someone's handwriting, but over a period of time, whether someone writes or types, that person's style and persona come clearly across through the words, so it's the communication that's important to me, not whether it's handwritten or typed or sent by fax. The communication carries the stamp of the person as much as hes handwriting does....

Also, one tends to forget that in the old era of snail mail, many people would just not write letters or communicate at all...now, with the ease of communication, a short email cc-ed to lots of friends or relatives makes it easier for people to post short notes...and keep in touch.

And again, those who are moaning about not having handwriting seem to forget all those dreadfully illegible scrawls one had to struggle to make sense of....today's typing is unambiguous (except when the English is so much in the idiom of the local language that it's difficult to follow) and clear...I remember a hilarious passage in Wodehouse where someone thinks that a telegram that someone (Lady Constance, I think) receives, says "lingfear" when it says "Landseer"...Lord Emsworth, the sender, has scribbled so badly that the telegram-official at the post office could not understand what he meant.

I type, nowadays, faaaar faster than I write. When I interview someone, I type straight into my laptop and don't have to worry about deciphering what that scrawl actually could be....

Yes, I do love a letter that has some nice handwriting which expresses a good thought...but there is a lot about handwritten letters that I don't miss.

Carriage Return...

These two words, in the LJ of travelertrish, suddenly took me back to the past.

The words have reference to the age of that very useful gadget, the typewriter. I still remember the convenience I experienced when I realized that I could type faster than I could write...

The typewriter had been around for a while when I was a child; and my father had a Remington, which was really smooth and good. I remember a summer vacation (probably between school and college) when I went and enrolled at a "Commercial College" for classes in typewriting and shorthand. Alas, one of those skills is forever lost, but the other has truly served me well....I remember the days of typing


over and over again...and progressed down the course until the day came when I finally was able to type, without looking,

the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog

on the huge clunky prehistoric typewriters that the institute had!

Alas, I quit before I went to the row which contains numbers,with the result that I am still not practiced and unseeing when I am typing numbers in my text!

And I remember the amount of preparation that went into using a typewriter; the papers with carbons inserted (carefully, or they would smudge the typed material), the ink eraser, a hard, unyielding round of rubber, that was kept ready to erase the all-too-frequent mistakes, not very successfully; keeping the material-to-be-typed conveniently on one's right-hand side, the bad days when the keys would stick together in the middle, or the carriage *wouldn't* return......and the typewriter had to be serviced or repaired!

How on earth did we manage to produce so many documents, when cut-and-paste didn't exist, when missed-out lines couldn't be inserted, when tabs and margins were set beforehand, when words had to be manually counted, columns carefully planned, and fonts and colours came in a total choice of...one? (oh, yes, there was a choice of red or black on my dad's typewriter...)

I hark back to the rapid" ratatatt..zingg!ratatatt...zingg!" of either of my parents' fingers on the keys, which meant that they were hard at work; later, as I began writing and expressing myself, I was given a much sleeker typewriter to work with; how I loved it!

Then came the electric typewriters,after I was married;these, I thought, were the last word in technology....and here I am today, at my laptop, which also doubles as my word processor, typing about those long-ago days....!

I have always envied people like my husband who never "formally" learned typing, but do perfectly well with two fingers..to me, typing, as with many other skills, was something picked up with regular practice.

I have read novels (definitely, one by Agatha Christie) where the murderer is identified because of the uniqueness of the letters produced by their typewriter....

The idea of someone sitting and typing, and the words appearing on an illuminated screen instead of directly on the paper, would have been unimaginable about 50 years ago, I think.

Let's see how typing evolves in the future!

...and itsalouwelylife...thank you for saving my goat on a big mistake I had made in this post!