Click click click… or CLICK?

Is it only me or there are more people who feel that the pace of everything around us has suddenly gone up?

Just three months back I bought the latest, coolest, best-in-market cell phone (which was way more than the designated budget that further led to altering subsequent planned expenditures) and today morning I saw a full-page advertisement of its upgraded version!

This meant that in three months flat; my phone from being most sought-after had turned into just-another uncool device that was obsolete! ( almost nine months before even the EMI stops 😛 )

Anyway, when I went to purchase it, after the mandatory monologue on display, RAM, OS and every other conceivable fancy abbreviation, (that a generic buyer understands nothing of) the salesman had emphasized a lot on it’s better-than-DSLR picture quality and how it was the best selfie-tool in the market.

Of course, all of that too was now second best or perhaps slipping to the third or fourth position as I write…

The point I am trying to make here is that in all the enthusiasm of bettering everything, spoiling ourselves with choices and chasing that ‘extra’, we have stopped appreciating what we have (which is essentially what we wanted yesterday!)

P.S: I include myself when I say ‘we’

But the concept of instant gratification bordering on impatience is fairly new because less than a quarter of century ago, few knew or bothered about their camera specifications or upgrading them with latest versions.

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In a maximum of 36 pictures that were permitted by a single camera roll, each and every click was invaluable. Pictures were taken on special occasions or family-outings and we dressed-up for them!!

There were no ways of seeing or correcting the red-eyes and bad camera angles and we were absolutely okay with the whole process of giving the films for developing and patiently waiting until the hard copies arrived.

Picture albums were a treasure trove into which each picture was added after giving it a brief description – only to be read and re-read years after.

It’s surprising how far have we come from the times when getting pictures clicked was a BIG DEAL..

Though I’ve not met my great-grand father, I’ve heard many stories of his excitement around the annual-family-picture ritual or rather, event.

The preparations for it would begin from couple of days prior when he’d send my father and all his siblings to buy colorful new outfits, get portrait-worthy hair-cuts and a gift on his behalf and on the ‘D’ day, thoroughly inspect each one’s turn-out himself.

He insisted on each of his grand-children holding their presents for the picture and himself wore his most prized possession- an hmt wrist-watch. Of course, it never mattered to him that the picture being clicked was in black and white color tone 🙂

Before the final ‘click’, multiple changes in position-settings and expressions used to take place wherein each change was approved or disapproved by him, after seeing through the camera lens himself and the photographer never dared to question his conviction 😀

All those pictures still hang on the wall of memories at my grand-father’s residence. 🙂

Today, looking at that wall, I can’t seem to think of any technology that could make a fonder memory of getting the family photo clicked.. or beat and/or better the feeling of taking out a picture album and skimming through captured memories, holding each and every imperfect yet precious moment telling a thousand stories 🙂

#foroldtimessake

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Absolutely agree. Today is the time of instant gratification. I probably belong to the old school. The brands don’t fascinate me much, and I like to use a product till it lasts. Would never trade it for a new model !!

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  2. OneLife says:

    Every word holds true and rightly said. Needs are always few, it’s the desires that neither let you rest nor enjoy 😛 . People may chose to agree or disagree, argue or not, but the fact remains. Life is about the simple joys and foolish, crazy moments. Indeed money, stature and clout is required in the fabricated society we live in but hardly anyone knows the safe limit.

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