Treasure the old, welcome the new

In this so-called modern-day world, life- style changes have a reciprocal relation in corroborating our claim of modernization. There is hardly any person who would not be hurt if he or she is not considered modern. In a never ending race to look modern we even compromise our natural feeling for something, while imitating to be someone that we are not. Many of us misinterpret modernization and simply wrap our- selves in a shell full of false pretenses to look modern outwardly. In this way we often prefer forgetting our roots and the beauty in simple things that once fascinated us.

The people who grew up witnessing this change know how lovely it felt to sit on the bark of a coconut tree and being pulled by a friend, to taste the white Soan papdi bought for a ten paisa from an old street vendor, to decorating small areas with idols and toys during Jhulan Purnima with friends, and enjoying the croak of frogs during the rainy days while on a visit to a relative’s house in a village during the summer vacation. All those experiences create a nostalgic effect in our mind and we ruminate over them forever. No matter how badly we miss those days, we prefer to adopt a detached attitude towards them only to remain compatible with this neoteric world around us.

Kids nowadays only watch cartoons or engage themselves in similar activities on smart- phones, where human touch and affection are completely missing and the first seed of emotional separation is sown, even though they share the same space with their family. Many of these changes have practical feasibility, but is it alright to abandon and let go of those precious experiences? We seldom try to give our children an opportunity to feel the abstract beauty veiled underneath those things whose material value would count for naught in today’s world. While it is a shame to not know the names of the different flavours of cakes and ice-cream, it’s seems quite alright to feign ignorance re- grading the months and seasons according to the Indian calendar. There is also the trend of students bragging about their ignorance of the mother tongue, and some parents blatantly say that their children find the day before their vernacular exam nightmarish.

As the legendary Bob Dylan had once crooned the eternal song, The times they are changing. Transformation is inevitable. Change is the driving phenomenon of the universe. But some hollow show-offs and shallowly adopted habits do not make any- one modern, but a true transformation of our soul that accepts the new, without get- ting affected by the apparent flamboyance of things is real modernism. As a matter of fact, every new era has been a step forward from the previous one. From that perspective, what we consider old today had once been new and today’s generation will become old for the future generation. So, there cannot be anything that is modern or old but only fluffy or transcendentally valuable things. The things that add meaning to our life by keeping the innocence of our soul alive should be preserved ceaselessly as the ravages of time can not fade them away.

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