I believe that film directors are
invariably terrific conversationalists.
The ones that I have had the fortune of meeting in person have given me
food for thought on topics that extend beyond cinema. C Prem Kumar, the director of 96,
is one such deep thinker. In an interview
with Abhishek, he casually tossed off a line that was pregnant with
meaning. Prem said, “UngaLoda
pazhamai…ungaLode kadantha kaalam ungaLuku solradhuku konjam vishyam vechrukum…” (It roughly translates into, "Your past will have a set of learnings for you...") It set me off on a trail of thought around the
kind of evolution that I am comfortable with vis-à-vis what I cannot subscribe
to.
I am fully aware of the fact that
nostalgia brings it with a pair of flimsy, rose-tinted glasses. We sometimes revisit past events, norms and
mores with more fondness than they deserve.
And that sometimes is okay if it serves the purpose of giving us
lightness of heart to keep us going in the present. Since both the past and the present have
their positives and negatives, it is imperative that nostalgia be balanced with
evolution. It is a dangerous thing to
live so much in the past that it paralyzes the present. At the same time, it is important to resist
the temptation to be callously dismissive of the past. A sense of balance is as necessary as it can
be elusive.
Interpersonal connection is one area
where I constantly wage this internal tug of war. Really, it is not a ‘war’ as much as it is a
sense of discomfiture. Let me
explain. Through my childhood, youth and
adulthood, I have seen quite a stunning evolution in technological advancements
that aid communication. I have used
rotary phones as a kid. Cordless phones
were a huge source of amusement since for the first time I had privacy while
talking on the phone. (How could my parents possibly hear my ‘spirited’
exchanges with my friends around whether Sachin Tendulkar or Brian Lara was the
greatest cricketer of all time?!)
When I moved to the US in the
late 90s, I wrote letters and sent handwritten greeting cards to my near and
dear back in India. Since calls from the
US to India were charged by the minute, I would pick one person every weekend
and would rotate amongst them for a lengthy call every weekend. My paternal grandma would offer well-meaning
advice and a stern warning in the same breath – “Bill-u romba aagardhu,
phone porum Ram!” ("Be mindful of the phone bill!") Cell phone plans
had ‘free’ minutes with a finite limit.
Video calling was the stuff of science fiction. Internet connection was dial-up. The strident sounds that emanated from the
bulky computer as one connected to the internet were tolerable only because of
the dulcet sounds of new mail notifications that followed. The feeling of connectedness that e-mails
provided was sheer magic.
Over the years, cell phones have
evolved into a world unto themselves.
With seemingly unlimited minutes and data available at our fingertips,
with the utilitarian and entertainment value of the apps expanding continually,
phones have become an enormously indispensable part of our lives. Thanks to a plethora of technological innovations,
connectivity has become significantly more convenient. But as I always maintain, connectivity and
connection are not the same. Just
because we can connect does not mean that we do.
Let me revisit Prem’s quote. What it truly means to me is that we must
continually charge ourselves with separating the core from the externals, the
substance from the style, the enduring from the ephemeral. It is fine for us, for instance, to enjoy the
benefits and pleasure that our smart phones give us. But we must ask ourselves the question, what
from our past have we chosen to leave behind and if we are comfortable with our
choices? For instance, in the past, I
needed to meet up, talk on the phone and/or exchange e-mails to share things
about me and ensure that I learned about the things that mattered. Now I can send a Whatsapp message or share a
picture, video or leave a voice note.
But am I really ensuring that the spirit of the relationships stay
intact over time, with all these changes?
The charm of an in-person
exchange over a caffeinated beverage might be impossible to recreate with a
brief asynchronous Whatsapp exchange.
And in this increasingly fast-paced world and sheer distances, it might
not even be feasible to do much beyond the periodic chat messages. That is a reality that we would do well to
accept. Yet, amidst all the obstacles,
it is possible to ensure that we do not lose the depth that is so vital to the key
relationships in our life.
I sometimes would feel wonderful seeing
a “Hope all is well” message from someone I trust. The perceptive ones know that to genuinely connect
with the other person in a relationship does not take hours on the phone. A thoughtful four-word message might be what it
takes. But so often, I see more and more
people engage in frivolity and meaningless forwarded messages as a way of
convincing themselves that they are keeping in touch with the people to whom
they matter. I am not opposed to sharing
a laugh over a witty meme or the like. What
irks me is when people adopt a dismissive attitude to obscure a complete lack
of depth and try to convince others that one must change with changing times. We are all different in terms of the degree
to which we stick to what has worked in the past as well as our attitudes
towards change. But I stick to my conviction
that the core of a relationship, the vibes of assurance and the feelings of
security that we jointly etch must not be erased by the winds of change.
I subscribe to Prem’s thinking that
the positive artefacts of our past need to be given due respect. We need to, of course, be cognizant of the
ways in which our society has evolved, sometimes using, at other times abusing
the tools and services we have at our disposal.
It is essential to lose certain regressive attitudes and norms from the
past because not everything from the past is positive or rosy. At the same time, it is imperative to not lose
certain core elements of ourselves in search of what is considered ‘cool’ or ‘modern.’ Scientific advances, technological innovations,
novel services are all means, not an end.
At the end of the day, whether we choose to channel these advances in
service of enhanced human connection – that is a call we need to take. If we fail to demarcate between the means and
the end, well, that is a missed call that no service provider can prevent.
7 comments:
Preach!
I try and stay far away from social media simply because it's mostly a time suck *and* an added pressure to 'Like' someone's post. And honestly, while I'm not ignorant of the power of social media for good, unfortunately it's mostly used for a) hyper-nationalism b) misinformation c) mindless forwards.
Yet, I know this is the way forward. Sigh.
Comment from Awaz:
I always enjoy reading your blog and listen to your deep thinking, and I hope you are well :)
Anu, thanks for reading. I can totally relate to your exasperation.
Awaz, thank you so much!
So sorry to get to this so late Ram. Its been a helluva week at work and I feel burnt out.
I enjoyed this piece very much because I gravitate to preserving the past but do enjoy some of the "benefits" which whatsapp provides. I keep reminding myself that if 5 years of reading whatsapp thathuvams didn't change me as a person then why bother reading them but alas ....(Anu is right)
The part about the phones resonated with me because I still pause to think of the days when phone numbers were 5 digits and dials were kept under lock and key. I never cease to be amazed at how far we have travelled but we've lost the sense of wonder that we had when (as you've rightly put it) video calls belonged in science fiction.
Thanks so much for this piece !
Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts, Zola.
"dials were kept under lock and key."
--> Oh yeah! Brought back memories of a time that we can never recreate, just revisit in our minds!
Wonderful piece! What you said about writing letters and scheduling weekend phone calls from the US brought back memories. This is what my Athai used to do as well to keep in touch with us. The weekend phone call tradition, albeit with somewhat reduced frequency now that we are all in touch via whatsapp, still continues. Of course, the letter exchange ceased a long time ago.
I wrote something on related lines...more in the manner of recounting and less in the manner of, as your blog says, thinking out loud.
https://rothrocks.wordpress.com/2020/08/17/nostalgic-reminiscences-what-life-used-to-be-like/
Thank you Madan, for your lovely words.
I just read your post too - excellent piece, redolent of those times. Thanks for sharing!
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