So, I’m no Luddite but neither am I a Steve Jobs, with a cutting-edge understanding of tech change. However, all those WhatsApp forwarded-many-times clips singing a nostalgic tune about Flit spray cans, bicycle bells and Dalda tins bring forth the merest of smiles, nothing more, in me.
Because nostalgia, notwithstanding some things wrought by the relentless march of time, actually works better for us. For me, at least. Let me begin with my workplace. While I have faithfully preserved my Brother typewriter for posterity (or for the next KonMari round!), I can only write my articles/books, and edit manuscripts, on the computer. Every writer knows that she will burble on endlessly and produce much waffling work which will need a tight cut/tweak/delete at the end of day, and doing this by hand is now unthinkable for me.
I still keep my handwritten notes but I’m turning more often to my digital diary. While I was never one to rummage in my toolkit except for the occasional use of a screwdriver, now I’m ready to be guided by a digital toolkit, all its newly revealed ‘dangers’ taken into account. The lockdown also made a regular digital paymentwaali of me, and visits to the bank have now greatly reduced, which is great given that my bank is not exactly known for its exemplary service anyway.
The lockdown also cured me of watching movies on the big screen. Now it’s streaming platforms zindabad. Ditto my online purchases, which have shot up by about 800 percent. Some things are better in the old format, though. I duly read articles and news reports online but still derive much pleasure from the daily scan of at least three newspapers. I still make davara-tumbler coffee in a decoction dripper while my swanky coffee-maker sits gathering dust.
I still wear a watch, purely because it’s an old Cartier Tank of much sentimental value. I still rock to hard rock and grimace at the EDM variety of what passes for music. However, there are two somewhat incongruous things I miss palpably, woefully. One has to do with linguistic change: the erasure of the word ‘take’ from the spoken and written vocabulary, replaced with the lame ‘bring’. Just yesterday I was watching a crime thriller and heard the male lead asking, ‘Why would the suspect bring the victim to that deserted warehouse?’ Now substitute ‘take’ for bring and see how much punch the line carries?
The second thing is the death of the boombox, with or without a DVD player contraption in it. In its stead, you find soundbars and pre-recorded transistor radios. Take the rest away but bring back the ghetto blaster. And that, IMO, is the correct way to use the words ‘take’ and ‘bring’!
Sheila Kumar kumar.sheila@gmail.com
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