“Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale / Her infinite variety,” the famous lines from William Shakespeare’s Antony and Cleopatra that describes the legendary beauty of Cleopatra. What is it about these lines that resonate with us?
Life is all about making new homes. As we build our new home, we yearn for the homes we have left behind…
What if you could take a time machine to relive those precious lost moments…
Woke up to rain drenched morning. One of those rare Gurgaon mornings when it was drizzling outside, rain-soaked breeze kissed my face as I opened the window. For a moment I forgot all about office and deadlines and meetings, just wanted to enjoy the perfect rainy morning with a hot cup of coffee. The calling bell broke my trance. The girl who helps me with housework was standing at door, “Didi late ho gayi, barish ho rahi hai.” I looked at the wall clock, it’s 7:30 already! I rushed to the bathroom, image of traffic jam and waterlogging somewhat marring the charm of the wet morning.
My mind kept going back to the chai, pakoda and the monsoon melodies, those lazy rainy days when we could just sit back and do nothing. Get wet in the rain, make paper boats or just look at the rain falling through the window. Listened to Shubha Mudgal’s ‘Ab ke sawan aise barse’ over and over on my way to work. Thankfully the traffic wasn’t so bad, and I could actually enjoy the drive.
I must have been a peacock in my last birth. Rain does something to me. The overcast sky with clouds in various shapes take me to a land of fantasy, to unicorns and mermaids and fairies. I stepped out of the car and looked up for while to feel the drizzle on my face before stepping into the lift. Gazed at the rain-washed lawns and windowpanes from my 10th floor office. Took a few minutes to leisurely sip coffee before I opened the laptop.
Trying to steal a few moments that would help me relive those lazy rainy days…
There was a time, little over a decade ago when family photo albums used to be such prized possessions. Old albums with black & white photographs, butter paper separating each sheet, gave way to the newer plastic album with coloured photographs. I still remember the feel of browsing through those old family albums, fingering the photographs, some of them faded, lovingly. My grandparents posing stiffly with their children, my mom in her school dress or the wedding pictures of parents. Those albums had an intimate appeal, there was something strangely warm about their mothy smell. Then came the bright and happy plastic albums with coloured photographs, mostly pictures of us growing up, cousins getting married.
Wedding albums were another story altogether. They were great fun when from a wedding of someone close in the family. I loved flipping through them with my cousins, re-living the moments, sometimes admiring ourselves, sometimes laughing at our silly make-up and hairdo. However, I would dread visiting a neighbour or a distant relative who just had a wedding in the family. For that visit would invariably involve having to go through the bulky wedding album and pretending to admire the bride, the groom and the family who I hardly knew or cared about, accompanied by the constant commentary of an enthusiastic aunt, most often the mother of the bride. Wedding albums were proudly displayed and presented with gusto to indifferent visitors who had to then put up a zealous show of browsing through them.
Then came the digital age. Photography went digital and so did the storage. We were not limited by film rolls or albums anymore. Photographs that were once taken only on special occasions, for film rolls were numbered and getting them developed was expensive, and you could only have that many albums, became an everyday affair. Armed with digital cameras we can take any number of photographs, mobile cameras allow us to take our own pictures, the famous or infamous selfies. And it gets better, we can share your photographs and albums with the entire world, we are not limited to your reluctant friends and relatives. Facebooks and Insta are flooded with photographs and selfies of morning moods, evening moods, happy poses, sad pictures, holiday albums, wedding albums, feeling good albums, just random clicks and not to miss the airport check-ins, especially from those travelling international. Like it or not, we get a peek into our distant relatives’, neighbours’, colleagues’ or acquaintances’ lives the moment we log into any social media platform. We are expected to participate by giving them a thumbs up for we are now ‘digital animals,’ netizens who connect and correspond online.
Like most people of my generations, I enthusiastically embraced various inventions of the digital age. My Yashica camera gave way to Sony Coolpix. Soon high megapixel mobile camera made Coolpix redundant. My laptop, mobile phone, google drive & Picasa web album are flooded with photographs. Like most netizens of my generation, I started posting photographs on FB and counting likes, as if the number of likes was all that mattered. After the initial excitement and being bombarded by all kinds of photographs on social media, I became more a restrained and less enthusiastic netizen. I keep photographs in my mobile and my google drives for my own personal viewing, to be shared with close friends and family on request only.
My problem is quite peculiar. Once I click a photograph or get a photograph via WhatsApp, I somehow can’t delete it. Even after the pictures of my phone are saved to a drive for some strange reason, I can’t empty my phone gallery. As a result, I am flooded with thousands of photos, sometimes similar, flooding my phone and drives. Recent pictures, old B&W photos that I may have clicked or received, similar pictures of me looking out of the window or posing in a sari, my nieces and nephews smiling, birds over flying over a lake, a fort. One side of my brain knows my mobile gallery needs to be emptied, similar shots deleted, the other vehemently argues what if I lose something valuable by deleting those pictures. Maybe it’s the hoarding mentality being carried forward to the digital age, making me a digital hoarder!