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From Ravi Varma calenders to New Year diaries...










We are barely a week in the new year and the euphoria of last few days is fading. Predictably, those chest thumping proclamations of new year resolutions are also losing the steam. Life is slowly getting back to normalcy and I love it! 

At breakfast table this morning, while discussing our respective schedules to check feasibility of attending a social function, we all opened our apps on mobile phones and got busy for few minutes. It struck me how one ritual that most of us have witnessed growing up, is also on verge of dying its natural death. I am talking about acquiring the new year calendars/panchang (almanac) that one would eagerly await (post Diwali) and the corporate diaries.

If you are born in seventies or eighties, you will remember all the fuss about new year calendars and corporate diaries. The sheer anticipation and curiosity about the touch and feel of new pages and that enticing golden sheen of the tail, top edge and fore edge of the diary was the ultimate kick! Owning a new diary till one had reached a certain age was "unnecessary". Usually, diaries were hand me down "gifts" containing scribbled notes and despite the charm of newness missing, they were still cherished as prized possessions! Once in a blue moon if by some divine intervention and testimony of good karma, parents felt too generous and passed on new, spare diary, the thrill of carefully and neatly writing one's name and other details on first page with the best ink pen available (usually borrowed from older sibling or parent) was beyond words!  

With high tech world and fancy apps for just about anything under the sun we all are privileged to have, there is paradigm shift in our life bringing great convenience. Gone are the days of writing things down anchoring events in one's muscle memory, silencing the mental rambling for those fleeting moments and crossing the tasks off once completed!

The new year calendars...


The new year wall/desk calendar, once the most sought after commodity seems to be disappearing quickly from our everyday life.

Do you remember seeing beautifully bright calendars; prints of Ravi Varma's paintings on walls, framed paintings of our favourite Gods and Goddesses in puja rooms/corners of almost every Indian home while growing up? With Ravi Varma's three-dimensional form and radically transformed religious iconography with very human depiction of divinity, Gods and art became accessible to everyone! And those images were so vividly ingrained in us that while praying, one could visualize and as if knew how Gods looked like. Those Puranic stories of Nala Damayanti, Vishwamitra, Shakuntala, Satyavan-Savitri and so many other tales from the Mahabharata and Ramayana that granny told us at night had great context as one could instantly identify the characters through Ravi Varma calendars and decorative illustrations. In a way, those calendars awakened national and cultural identity. 


With passage of time calendar art changed and paintings of Gods were replaced with pictures of Nature followed by Bollywood brigade that ruled the world of calendars for some time. With corporate gifting becoming a growing industry, diaries and calendars evolved and became more personalized and hyper functional catering individual needs, profession and aesthetic sense.

With our fast-paced existence and constantly changing needs, high tech devices are becoming pivotal in ensuring we sail through everyday routine smoothly and life without them feels almost impossible! 

Calendar art today is a thing of bygone era. Once in a while I do get a peek of this important piece of cultural history at some art exhibition, or at auction house. Diaries have vanished completely from the scene too. With our high-tech devices that keep us connected to the world 24/7, catering our every possible need at just one click, there is barely any room for the good old diary. 

The new digital versions of the diary give no reasons for any complain, albeit I do miss the romance of seeing a dry peepal leaf or a flower from between musty pages of a diary, reading a hurriedly written recipe, unfinished poems and notes pregnant with tales and possibilities, poignant quotes and beautifully drawn sketches that were witness to the times less hurried. 

Call me old school if you wish but the more time I spend disconnected to gadgets and digital world, the more Zen like life feels! And oddly enough, those are the times when I really understand meaning of what my son often tells me, "to take a chill pill" in its true essence!       


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