The Big Man

Why are we so obsessed with ‘clicking memories’?

Look around you – how many gadgets do you have that have a camera? Your laptop, your tab, your phones.. heck, there’s even a pen available with a camera, these days.

I often wonder what people did when cameras were not so freely available? Did they forget how their children looked when they were young? Did they not recall how cute their baby looked they day he/she was born? Did a young groom forget how stunning his bride looked on the day he married her? Or did that group of college going youngsters forget how much fun they had everyday? No! I don’t think so… They remembered everything, they associated their memories with the happiness and fun and joy that those moments brought at that particular moment.

So, how is it different now? We’ve forgotten how breathtaking a sunset can be or how beautiful a rose looks, because we are so busy trying to get a ‘good’ picture to upload on our social networking sites.
Spotted a squirrel outside my window today, ‘click’. Oh look! My kid is crying because I did not let him use my shaving blade (yes, there are a series of photos of small kids crying, available online, because of some silly reason.) , ‘click’. My daughter wore a new dress, ‘click’. I painted my nails with a new shade of nail polish today, ‘click’. My son is going to dance on the stage today, ‘click’,’click’,’click’,’click’….. Don’t even get me started on getting the ‘perfect selfie’. Why have we forgotten to slow down, why are we spending so much time capturing memories on a camera rather than enjoying the moment itself?

Anyway, the one regarding ‘child is going to dance on stage’ bit irked me and got me thinking. Mimi had his annual day at school yesterday and the parents were invited to be a part of the audience. The children put up a fantastic show, each child trying to do his/her best. They were out there in all their glory, trying to locate their mum or dad in the audience. We parents were equally excited. It’s an amazing feeling to watch your little one stage. 🙂 🙂

So whenever a group of students were up on stage for a song or dance, there would be a hoard of mums and dads kneeling right in front of the stage, clicking pictures and recording a video. Now this meant, all their focus would be on getting the picture or video right (zoom in, zoom out..etc). It would mean elbowing another parent to the side so they could get a better capture. And finally it would mean that their child on stage knew that his/her parent was down there with a camera and would lose focus on the dance or song, so that the parent got a good shot….
Finally it meant that the parents who were sitting quietly (me and few others) and enjoying the dance or song, would not be able to see the performance in peace because a-photographer-in-the-making was blocking the view. 😦

I nudged The Big Man and told him ‘how silly can these parents be?’ He just nodded in agreement.

Now tell me, after going home, what part of your child’s performance are you going to remember? The part when she was on center stage doing her solo. Or the part when your son cartwheeled across the stage. Or that you just plainly enjoyed the whole show with a smile on your face? Or the part when you were struggling to get the right picture and right frame?????

Back to the annual day – there was the grand finale, when each and every child who had performed that day came on stage and danced away. I don’t recall, but I think there were just a handful of clappers, because all her hands had become clickers.

Finally I can’t finish without telling you that during the grand finale I caught a glimpse of The Big Man trying to click a picture of Mimi.

With great power comes great responsibility, said Spider man. But with amazing, advanced technology comes a great deal of not knowing how and when to use it.

Oh Well! ‘To each his own’, I say…..

 

 

One day in the hospital…

… is enough to give you a wake up call. It’s enough to make you realise that you take your body for granted and that it needs more love and care. It’s enough to make you realise that you love your loved ones more than you think you love them. It’s enough to give you an insight on the kinds of people that visit the hospital.

It’s enough to make you realise that a hospital is nothing but a workshop where we go to service our parts. A day is all it takes to realise that not all doctors work as per their Hippocratic Oath and that the medical frat has some worms which work only for money. That a hospital will sometimes make it sound like you are more sick than you actually are, so that it can earn some more money. That it will intentionally make you wait longer so they can charge you more.

One day is enough to make you realise you have more physical strength and less emotional strength than you thought you actually had. It can make you weak in the knees seeing your loved one lying helpless and it can make you stay awake for nights, without getting tired. One day is enough to let you know the variety of emotions you can go through in just a matter of minutes – when you go to meet the doctor incharge. There’s not just fear and worry, there’s anger, anxiety, relief, empathy, sympathy, helplessness, guilty, hatred, irritation, nervousness and annoyance.

That one day, you are on the phone every minute giving updates to your worried family members who stay far away. You are on the phone calling your family doctor and relative doctor, taking a second or third opinion, asking and confirming if the hospital is doing the right thing. That one day, you are more or less a call center.

One day in the hospital will make you realise how long a minute can be and how long a wait for the test result can be.

One day in the hospital is enough to make you realise how important it is to have manpower with you, behind you. That one day, you will know who really cares for you

One day in the hospital….