Scrapbooking and other summer pleasures
In an age when everything is digital, engaging with the physical world is vital
In an age when everything is digital, engaging with the physical world is vital. Here are some suggestions on how to do it.
Before scrapbooking became a verb, a subculture with its own norms, colour-coded pens, communities and hashtag, it was an object that my mother and grandmother owned. Perhaps yours did too. Ask your grandma. Better still, open her creaky Godrej almirah or wherever she stashes her diaries or account books. I can guarantee that you will find some version of a scrapbook.
Pinterest is perhaps the world’s largest scrapbook at this point. But I would like to make a case for why physical objects matter in our mostly digital age. Which is odd because I inhabit the world of words which are entirely representational and hardly physical. I spend most of my working time tapping away on the computer. And yet…and yet… more and more, I am convinced that connecting yourself somehow to the physical world matters — not just for emotional well being but to open the well of creativity as well.
Our ancestors, and I don’t mean just Indians. I mean human ancestors. They engaged with the physical world in a way that was deep, meaningful and sensual. Today, our lives largely play out on screens through social media where everything is — like writing — representational, not really real. Now, I am not here to turn back the time or be nostalgic. I enjoy apps, games, Instagram and my iphone as much as you. But I have become keenly aware that engaging with the real world is a physical act, not a virtual one. Today, with the proliferation of screens everywhere, doing this requires thought, a strategy even.
One strategy would be to pick up the phone and call someone instead of sending them a message. Another could be to cultivate a hobby that removes you from your screens and forces you to use the five sense. You could garden and feel the earth. You could take up pottery and fashion clay. You could make your body a tool and engage in the physicality of dance, martial arts or sports. Even with writing, you can send physical letters, write on a notebook with a fountain pen or keep a scrapbook. In my mind, scrapbooks epitomise a certain type of physical object that is hard to replicate in the virtual world.
What types of books did our Indian ancestors write? Not read. Write. There were three types. One was a personal daily diary that many of them kept. The second was a statement of daily accounts: paid the milkman so much, the flower seller so much etc. The third was a scrapbook. A physical very ordinary scrapbook that contained…the story of their lives told in a very particular way. Unlike a diary, unlike an account-book, the scrapbook was a repository of one person’s dreams, hopes, intents, achievements and relationships. It was forgiving and all-encompassing.
They contained recipes. Not just any old recipe. Complicated ones for badam halva or lemon souffle or malai makhan paneer do pyaza. As anyone who keeps a scrapbook will tell you, these aren’t just recipes. These are visions of the identity that we want for ourselves. We may hardly spend anytime in the kitchen. We may burn toast and coddle coffee. But for that moment when we paste the lemon souffle recipe into our scrapbook, we have become a domestic goddess. A legend in our own minds. This is how identity gets fashioned– through intentions of who we’d like to be. This is how character gets built in a book. Through a series of small recipes.
The second most common thing in my mother’s scrapbook was a whole spectrum of to-dos. How to do embroidery, crochet and tatting– do you know what that is? My mother wanted to master it. Tatting is complex. You use loops and knots to make lace doilies. I learned it as a child because my mother had clipped the techniques into her scrapbook.
The third was a random clippings of wedding invitations, phone numbers, hastily scribbled notes, photographs and coupons. The stuff of everyday life immortalized in a book through scissors and glue. It is resolutely ordinary. It is personal randomness. But when you flip through the pages, you see identity and culture, which is what all of my writing is about.
So here’s what I’d like to end with. In this age when physical distance between humans is the norm, consider connecting with objects in a way that goes beyond just seeing them. Devise activities that allow you to engage with and enjoy the physical world, especially the natural world. Climb mountains. Hold rocks. Smell flowers. Listen to birds. When you walk around the garden, touch the leaves. I’ve been doing this and what I find wondrous is that no leaf feels the same. Every single one of them has a different texture.
The world is waiting. Go discover it. Physically, not virtually.
(Shoba Narayan is Bengaluru-based award-winning author. She is also a freelance contributor who writes about art, food, fashion and travel for a number of publications.)