In recent times we all get to know each other very quickly which was not possible before.
I remember, long ago in my locality there used to be only one PCO booth which was also a part of a grocery store. The shopkeeper used to come running out of the shop and cry out the name of the person who received the call in the neighborhood and everyone peeked from their ‘verandah’ to know who it was for. We as kids would run to the shop when a call would come from my uncle’s house. Especially on Sundays I used to see my ‘Ma’ and ‘didi’ (elder sister) all dressed up nicely and immediately I would suspect a call surely had come from my grandfather around 12’O clock. I used to lean over the ‘verandah’ and waited for my turn. Now those days have become history. Stories have taken a nostalgic form.
That was one.
The other was hand-written letters on postcards. Those postcards remind me of my childhood. Personally, I never wrote to any but my hobby was to collect new postcards. Another one was the old lottery tickets. I used to collect them from the people in my neighborhood and I kept those tickets in my aluminum box which was mainly used for my books. Sometimes I used to play ‘monopoly’ with them.
Those post cards were very close to my heart and often I found myself writing on them to observe my handwriting skill. I still didn’t part with this old habit of mine. Fun fact, that time was 90’s and even today the price of the postcards remained exactly the same, 50 paise. In the past few years, somehow I got detached from this practice. During 2020’s lockdown I reconnected with my past self and started collecting some postcards again and drew pictures on them. However, this time the intention is different from what I had in childhood.
Now I think differently, after graduating, still there is not much money in my pocket. For this buying cheap things has become my constant tendency and postcards are cheap. On the other hand, the postcard has only been used for the purpose of writing but drawing, sketches, painting can also be executed on them to convey or aid a message.
I have seen Nandalal Basu’s paintings sometimes done on postcards but I don’t know if his and my motives are the same. It is very difficult to buy postcards at the post office nowadays. With the passing time the printing presses are becoming obsolete day by day. One of my efforts is to create a harmony between the press, especially post cards along with modern means of communication. I wish the people to relive the age old tradition and feel the beauty and pleasure of writing and drawing.
I want to share many such postcards with you and I expect post cards from your side as well.