(Based on a story by American writer Issak Asimov)
About the Author 
Bhavana, PhD student and philologist of the Russian language at Jawaharlal Nehru University 
Before you read the story 
This story is based on Issak Asimov's short story "How they Had Fun." The action of this story, which we will read, takes place in the future and takes us to the world of the future, where computers will play an important role. History shows how a person of the future will study without books and schools. This story tells about the time when all books will be on the computer, and books on paper will no longer be printed. Can you imagine this situation?

In her diary, on a page with the date July 19, 2168, Chanda excitedly wrote about the unique discovery of that night. "Saurav found a real book today!" It was a very old book. Chanda's grandmother once told her when she was a little girl that there was a time when all stories and stories were printed on paper. Chanda and Saurav turned the pages. They were yellow. It was very funny and interesting for them to read words that seem to be stationary, not moving. When they returned to the previous page, the words were there on the same page where they had been before when they read them for the first time. 
Saurav said– "What a waste! When you read the books, you threw it away. Our computer is better. There are a million books in it, and maybe more." "I will never leave them," he added. Chanda agreed with him. She was eleven and Saurav was thirteen. Chanda asked: 
Saurav replied, "In my attic at home." 
"What is this book about?  "What is it?" she asked. 
 "about school," he replied. 
"About the school? What is there to write about the school? I hate schools." Chanda had always hated school, but now she hated it even more. The mechanical teacher gave test after test in history, and her performance got worse and worse, until her mother expressed disappointment and called the district inspector.
A little man with a red face came to repair the mechanical teacher. He had a toolbox with him. An hour later, he fixed everything. The big and black screen with all the lessons and questions appeared again. Chanda secretly hoped that the inspector would not be able to fix it, but in vain. Although Chanda didn't mind it at all. What Chanda didn't like was the place where she had to take her homework and test papers. She had to write them down with a punch code. She learned it when she was six years old, only because the mechanical teacher could instantly calculate her grades. This process made her hate the mechanical teacher's method of evaluating her work. 
The inspector smiled after he finished his work. He told Chanda's mother, "It's all right now. The girl is not to blame. I think the historical part was working too fast. I have corrected her according to her level. Her overall progress is quite satisfactory. But Chanda was not satisfied. She hoped they would take the teacher away. It happened to Saurav once. The teacher was taken away for a month because they completely failed the geography section. Expressing her disappointment, she told Saurav: "Why is someone writing about school?"
Saurav looked at her with wide eyes and said, "Because this is not our school, stupid. It's an old school that was hundreds and hundreds of years ago." "Centuries ago," he added. 
"well, I do not know what kind of school they had all this time ago." She started reading the book and said, "Anyway, did they have a teacher?"
 "Of course they had a teacher, but it wasn't a mechanical teacher. It was a man." "A man? How can a man be a teacher?"
"Well, he just told boys and girls different things, gave them homework and asked them questions."
"The man is not smart enough." 
"Of course there is one. My father knows as much as my teacher." Chanda didn't want to argue. She said: "I wouldn't want a stranger in my house to teach me." Saurav laughed out loud. "You don't know much, Chanda." 
"The teacher did not live in the house. They had a special building, and all the children went there." 
"Did all the children learn the same thing?" Of course, if they were the same age"
But my mother says that "a teacher should depend on the skills of each boy and girl he teaches. Every boy needs to be taught differently." "They didn't follow this method at the time. If you don't like it, you don't have to read the book." Quickly defending her interest, Chanda replied, "I didn't say, I didn't like it. I want to read more about these fun schools. At this time, her mother called her to school. Before leaving, she asked Saurav, "Can we continue reading the book together after school? 
 

"Maybe," Saurav replied and went with the book under his arm. Chanda entered the classroom next to her bedroom. The mechanical teacher was already there and waiting for her. He was very punctual except on Saturdays and Sundays, because her mom says little girls study better if they study at the appointed time. A mechanical teacher speaks on the screen – "Today we will study mathematics - the addition of correct fractions. Please send yesterday's homework to the slot."
Chanda did so with a sigh. But she was thinking about the old schools, about the old days when Grandpa was little. In those past days, all the children gathered in the schoolyard, laughed and shouted together in class, and at the end of the day they walked home together. They learned the same thing together in class. They could help each other with their homework. they could discuss this with each other. Most importantly, the teachers were human. The mechanical teacher continues the lesson on the screen, explaining 1/2 and 1/4. Meanwhile, Chanda was deep in thought and thinking: How much fun the kids must have had in those old school days. She was thinking about how much fun they had. 
                                                                                                         (Bhavana)