I think there is a trend to 'reward' children when they perform well. Some are not in favor of it. But I think for small children this is good. Usually stickers, candy, fancy stationery items, little story books and so on are given to the good performer.

For the older child a good reward for doing well in a computer assisted lesson, would be to let him play a computer game. The better the doing of lessons the more the number of games, or more the playing time.

It cannot be more emphasised, to teach the children computer basics. Without which the children just use the computer mainly for chatting with their friends-important things like doing a back-up of important material, saving files, deleting not needed stuff is a well cultivated habit that stands in good stead where a child using his computer well, is concerned.

Definite stuff. And why not? We expect either too much from a computer or too little. Just tell me,how many spheres of our activities like banks, police, news dailies’ offices, shopping centres, engineering firms, computer science learning centres themselves and IT learning centres, has the computer completely taken over?

With the click of a button e-health system will answer all the needs of all in the health care picture as it exists. That is wishful thinking. In my country Pakistan first of all a complete database of existing healthcare services will be required. Next updating of this database will have to be done relentlessly and constantly. The picture has a humungous range. From State-of-the-Art medical facilities to one room medical care centres devoid of doctors, medicine and supportive medical staff there in our rural "outback"!!

To connect this wide range of facility would be like comparing a life saving operation through internet communication, with rescue squad on a "chopper" saving the life of an injured survivor on the slopes of a thickly forested mountain. That would be some communication, coordination, expedited instruction!!! But how would that be for just a beginning!? 

How many people since the planet Earth was created must have had their favorite spots? Favorite spots of children are the ones remembered the best. When you see the map of the world you can be sure, that there are many such places of unpolluted beauty, far away from populated centres, which maybe the favorite spots of people living there. When one comes close to thinking of cities and their surroundings the chance of having a clean, clear, place of natural beauty becomes slim. Maybe 50 or 100 years back, here might have been such favorite spots. But now the count is diminishing. How many of the world's total populace of billions have had their favorite spots? How many of them cared they had? Yet how many swallowed their pride, curbed their anger, blinked away their tears, kept silent, did not know how to speak about their favorite spot which was also their secret place... when they found this secret place was there no more!! Lost to rapid modern construction and development work more often than not unplanned and indiscriminate. Or succumbed to a wave of pollution, toxic seepage from intervening industrial influences, overtaking the scenic beauty including your Favorite Spot?!

How many parents, taking their children back to their hometowns on a visit, hometowns from where they had migrated long time ago; made plans, almost having the sanctity of a pilgrimage to their favorite spots of their childhood days? How many stories they had told their offspring about this place, and how many times were the same stories told? And after building up the excitement in their little children's heads, they reached the place where their favorite haunt was-to find-it is not, anymore. It is just Not there... Not even a bit, not even a tail-end. It must be on the other side, hidden behind that structure! No it is not! Or maybe their favorite spot is now, eaten up by pollutants and toxic waste, its not just an eyeful of a sad degraded waste, pool of dirt, sludge and slime, or burnt out vegetation. Flowers have left for some eternal abode. No birds, no plump, furry animals , cute with sounds of peace and chirrups melting like music in your ears. No that is not enough, the nose wants to be a party to the protest. The place just stinks. Repel. Disgust. In the olden days, when people returned to the places they had left several years ago, the places were still there. The scenes of life being painted and repeated, with humans, birds, animals and flowers, like a classic painting by the old masters. Or for the children like a Disney film animation, when pages of opening books follow a brush moving into scenes of Disney's wonderland.