So, I am taking a walk in this invisible space in my mind and in the subconscious land is a train wreck of chaotic realities that I would like to share. For starters, I am now almost convinced that I was born three centuries too late. That is not to say I am questioning the wisdom of He who thought it wise to have me in this generation. Nevertheless, I don’t find it healthy to just ignore the social evolution that has, and still is, trundling our civilization.
Every day, I continue seeking and amassing knowledge on our history, on what could have been if technology had not showed up. And oftentimes, it is just like a good dream you wish to remember. The good old classical times. When relationships had one ultimate and apparent goal: marriage. Dinners were vibrant. Flowers were romantic and beautiful. Patience was a virtue and so was purity. And there was this thing called the ‘gentleman caller’. ‘If a young man was interested in a young woman, he would follow the proper protocol of calling upon her, which meant that he would come to the family’s home and (hopefully) be welcomed into their parlor.
If he was invited back for subsequent visits, he would be free to come and call upon the young woman during hours specified by her parents.’ These restrictions loosened overtime, and came this thing called “going steady”. Apparently, couples publicized their decision to date in campus, when the man gave the woman an article of his clothing to wear, such as a jacket, sweater, or ring.” Arguably the climax and pinnacle of proper dating. Good old times, I said.
This was when effort was actually a thing. There was no google, so you had to look things up in books. Photos were a big thing. You take them with film, and you had to wait for them to be processed. No filters. If your eyes were closed or your face was rugged, well the moment was gone. No redoing it. In fact before that, portraits were painted which was the original form of photography. And therefore people learnt to be themselves, who they really are. Appreciating the immaterial things of life and the little moments.
Those are the days when talking to people was by word of mouth and unavoidable. There was no google map or GPS, hence at some point you had to ask for directions. There were no mobile phones. Maybe if you were lucky, your home had a telephone shared with everybody in the house. For others, they will be waiting for the only telephone in the street to ring and hoping it would be ‘him/her’. That there, is effort and true show of interest and intention. Not this thing when you’re hanging out with you classmates and friends in school, you’re busy on your phone chatting with your friends at home and when at home at the dinner table, you’re doing the same with your friends at school; the modern day paradox. It is just unacceptable.
And the fact that technology has always evolved and every generation has improved upon the technology the previous generation had given it, it is a draining imagination to think of what our kids and grandkids will be going through. At least our fore parents had real people to love and talk to. They breathed in, lived every moment and captured it with their minds and not phones. As of then, they loved people and used things and there is no doubt they lived the complete human life.