Kuala Lampur, June 16 -- Let me tell you about the best classroom I ever sat in. It wasn't smart. It wasn't wired to the cloud. The blackboard was cracked, the chalk was dusty, and the only thing "interactive" was the teacher's ability to throw a piece of eraser at the back row with terrifying accuracy. Sometimes it was a paper aeroplane!

That was primary school in Ketereh. A small rural town. Simple extracurriculars by today's standards. But here's the secret the tech bros don't want you to hear: It worked.

We ran until we were breathless. We staged concerts where we forgot our lines and laughed it off. We debated topics we barely understood, but we learned to speak, to listen, to think on our feet. Nobody gave us an iPad. Nobody gamif...