Old is Gold - they say. I am sure there must be some kind of a logic behind this saying. But in today's fast pace life; do you seriously think that we can generalize this definition of Old is Gold?
There are things which you always prefer old - like old songs. These days the songs have pyjama phadna, kutta bhokna, gadha churana and what not! The old songs had melodies, tunes and sensible lyrics. But most of the new songs; well I don't think I need to say anymore right? We still miss that simplicity and innocence on the face of those actresses.
And our age old traditions. Don't we still love those expressions when we see our parents' pictures? How certain things which are meant to be silly; but we love them. Like our mother holding her pallu or showing her mahendi, and our father's image is pasted on it; those pictures clicked in the studio with various backgrounds of all the part of India, so in a day you can get yourself clicked in front of mountains full of snow as well as mustard farms.
But going by this Old is Gold funda, imagine your life with sending letters, or using typewriters, no computer at all. Impossible for us to survive even for an hour right? The typewriters are very few these days. A few lawyers still use them; but that's that.
But I still find typewriters very amusing. I love to type on one. They make you so alert and conscious that you do not make mistake; as it does not have a back space that deletes a wrong word or spelling; nor can it undo and redo!
Another case where you wouldn't prefer the old object is travel. Imagine to travel by a bull cart than an auto or a cab or a car. But has any of you tried a ride in the bullock cart? If you have then I am sure once in a while you would prefer it; especially when you want to explore the rural part of India.
Forget the bullock cart also; these days we prefer a flight to a train. Of course it saves a lot many hours of your travel time; but those antakshari rounds have been forgotten. We no longer fight about the upper birth to sleep on, we do not carry tiffin while travelling, we have almost forgotten the taste of sukhi bhel.
Let's for once take a ride in the train singing good old songs, let's explore our glorious villages in a bail gaadi, let's eat sugar cane in its solid form, let's steal a mango and fight over it, let's pull the bucket from the well to fill water. Let's live the life we have forgotten!