Seems like yesterday

typewriterRemember the gold old typewriter? I do.
In fact, this scale model of a vintage Remington on my desk takes me back to the late 1970’s when, as a teenager, I went to a typing and shorthand school so to be “better able to send in contributions to newspapers”.
I had no intention at that time of being a journalist but a contributor to the local print media. Fate, of course, willed otherwise.
After learning to type and failing with shorthand, I bought myself a then rather modern-looking machine and started typing in double space “middle” articles to The Tribune. One in 10 got published which, in those days, was quite an achievement.
Back to the typewriter, when I did, in fact, become a journalist and joined the Indian Express, there was no sign of computers. Very few (and I wasn’t one of them) even knew what computers were. Reporters worked on rusty and rickety old typewriters, churning out copy on shabby newsprint and we sub-editors “subbed” on those very sheets and attached the headline (with a pin) written on another shabby piece of paper.
The Press worked on hot metal (phototypesetting was just beginning to take shape) and the previous days newspaper was “melted down” to make way for the days publication.
Then came the first computers. Phototypesetting followed. The fax machine gained prominence. Pictures were “radio photoed” across continents (and even towns nearby), when it took (at times) an hour or so to “download” one picture from the wire service.
When the first computers came, we were not even allowed into the rooms where the “magic” was. That was the realm of those who, until the other day, were playing with hot metal!
As a reporter, I filed copy on typewrites for many years until we had computers, a “log-in name” and “password”. That was something.
The Internet was still far away.
It came, eventually, and was beyond many at one time. I remember a weirdo at the “copy tasting” computer in office had a connection and he did noting to hide his arrogance and pompousness at the “facility.”
Life went on, however and still goes on.
Sitting on my Mac now, I wonder whether the present generation could ever have managed in “those days”!
I believe ours is perhaps the only generation that has seen major changes take place and will see many more in the couple of decades we have (perhaps) left on the planet.
I, for one, have used a fountain pen (we were banned from using ball pens in school), have taken chilled water out of a refrigerator powered with a lighted candle, drawn water out of a well (we had no running water at one time), lived without a sewerage system for several years when toilets were always out of the house, have bathed at the tube well in the fields and walked (yes, walked) to school. And, of course, most of our childhood was without a television and the telephone.
Those days seem so far away. And, yet, it seems like yesterday!

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Littlesundog says:

    They say the mind stays young forever… I hope so! I see the changes on my face but I still feel young! I remember many of the same things as you, but I had it easier with a few modern conveniences. πŸ™‚

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    1. singhcircle says:

      Oh yes you’re right! Age is in the mind. I still feel like a teenager at times😜

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  2. Neethu says:

    Ahhh love the memories..typewriter to mac ..wow what a change na…I still can imagine hearing the type writer go click click in my mom’s bank..then saw her using the computer and by the time I grew up it was only tablets and PC so..m sure it must have been fun too when technology wasn’t so advanced..though we missed all of it..πŸ˜”

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    1. singhcircle says:

      Those were GOOD days. Life now is so mechanical!

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