how technology changed the life of people ?

Today nobody remembers the Pentium 4, which was considered a status symbol; Even though most of us owned desktop computers six or seven years ago, "the power failure was lost day after day," the CD room was damaged. Back then, computer repairers were called engineers. Today they are called mechanics. A bit further back, work would not have been possible without a floppy disk. "The floppy disk used to have what I wanted.

We saw all these changes quickly before our eyes. On our journey from mobile oil to mobile, we have been modern since ancient times. Everything has changed from clothes to food, but if not, the fenugreek Paratha Kaswad hasn't changed. The houses are now on the carts. There is hardly a house in which everyone sits at the table and eats at the same time.

 

Everything is in the refrigerator, which you can take out and heat up as you wish; however, when you do eat out, that tradition still lingers. The houses that used to close after 8 p.m. now open after 11 p.m., and the whole family returns to the dinrakha at 1 p.m.There is no need to put ten rupees of snow in the water cooler all day. All houses have a 'freezer' fridge, but ice is still not used because the water is cold. When the refrigerator came, the 'six' too. Now the leaves are not taken out of the house, and they are sent to make bread to plant in the oven.

 

Well, thecountry'ss old painting doesn't house thechildren'ss settlements. There is a one-to-one designer school backpack on the market. Children now refer to their parents as''yaar'' rather than Mother Abu. The light bulbs became power drains, and power drains in LEDs. Sleeping on the roof has become a dream, so now even the cribs in the houses are insignificant. Double beds and thick mattresses left over. Mashari and Paling do not fit the home environment. Children no longer use scissors to learn to ride a bike because a child of all ages has a bike size. Vehicles are now spewing smoke on roads where belts used to stir up dust.

 

What was the time when the doors of the houses were open all day with only a large sheet curtain hanging over them? Even during the day, if there is a bull, you have to first look into the CCTV camera. Outside of the city, so the landline had to be booked first and then be there permanently. The call came after hours, and sometimes the operator intervened that it would take three minutes. A loved one from Saudi Arabia, etc. He came to Pakistan and brought watches as gifts. The Walkmans were also completed.''


. The water tub also had no boat with sails. When the water tanks were practiced, t"e "Na" ka" of the house went with 'B'ki.' When the toilet arrived, there was no need to "o "kh"re." The tea came out of the cup and was caught in the cup. When the cigarette arrived, it was broken; I always saw Mama Ji picking up old clothes and pillows and filling them with pillows; that happened then, now doesn'tn't happen, now pillows made of different materials are found and liked. It used to be that the first mothers laid tchildren'sn's clothes, ordered woolen coats at the market, and made sweaters all day. No, not at all, there is a t-shirt on the market. Before anyone became a teacher, today, he is considered a teacher.

 

Everyone used to watch television together"r. "Even if there is a television in the house, the viewing times are different. Women tend to play on replay programs during the day. At night men cheer on the news channel. In the time of innocence, newspapers were also placed in cupboards that did not contain any references to holy books, even the slightest slip was followed by one or the other, if salt or chili peppers fell on the floor, the senses that the day of the resurrection would have to be faded they are removed from his eyes. The whole city knew that the donkeys and the houses were incredibly open to them.


* The doctor next door vaccinated fifty patients a day with the same syringe, but none had an infection. In jaundice or severe headaches, the Maulvi Sahib put his hand on his forehead and died, and the slaves were collected. Letters were lying in the houses, and those couldn'tdn't read to read the letter from the postman. The postman counted as one person in the house; I wrote and read a letter, drank water, and rode my bike.

 

When the test results were due, Nasr came out after reading 'Manullah 'afat' and passed happily. This was the time when people understood someone and "d," OK" no," OK. " In the death house, all the neighbors cried sincerely, and in the happy place, they laughed; each neighbor sent a plate of curry from their home to their companions, and they didn't come empty from here. There were only three types of dessert halwa ' lwaZarda Rice and Kher Helado not found in stores but on wooden carts that were not singing music. There were bicycle mechanics on the street where a neighbor was seen stuffing the bicycle with a shirt blanket tightly in his mouth.

 

When Niaz was divided, the first right was that of the children. Every other day a voice ran" out "Bachu ago cheez l" hoon" from one or the other street corner, and the Ghafir met ichildren'sdren's gym, and many voices could be h"ard: "Give me a piece of my brother. Milk and shops came much later. At first, people would get milk with excuses. The conversation was the "alk: "Things were t" ings." The time was the moment. There are cribs in the streets, the neighborhood sits down to drink, and the events of the elderly are told; those who had a television in their homes always had their doors open for the neighborhood children. He used to cool off even in the scorching heat, but ...

 

Then suddenly, everything changed. We have become modern from antiquity.
Now the kitchen is no longer under the stairs. The food is not cooked sitting down. Hardly any use is made of craftsmanship. We made everything better on the journey from Manjan to toothpaste don't know why we have to have a box at home despitefacilities'lities' * which constantly contains depression, headaches, blood pressure, sleep, and vitamin tablets *۔

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