I’ve always had a soft spot for the vintage, be it literature, music or the photo filter.
You’ll find my bookshelf and reading preferences favouring the classics or stories set before and in the mid 20th century. I do read my fair share of contemporary literature, but there seems to be a pattern: these books will rarely find themselves a spot in my top ten, unless they’re exceptional.
An oldie at heart with a penchant for tea over coffee, and a preference for the scent of old books rather than the new (yes!), you probably wouldn’t be surprised to know that my music collection is heavily interjected by the tunes of the 60’s, 70’s, ’80s and other music before the millennium. Of course, you will find a lot of 21st century music as well, but it doesn’t take a rocket science to figure out which ones I prefer.
Yes, I’m an enigma; trapped between the ages. The fast pace of life sometimes tends to cut me off from the part of me in a Sepia frame. Sometimes, I just wished I owned a few pieces of memorabilia to remind me where I am, where I want to be. Here are seven obsolete, pointless pursuits to cater to the girl trapped in another time.
1. A Typewriter:
When it occurs to me that most of my favourite books took shape on a machine like this, you can’t blame an aspiring writer for coveting one. Pointless as it may seem, I want to own a typewriter, try my hand at typing a few pieces of writing on it to feel like my favourite writer at work. Who knows, it might just help my writing.
2. A Gramophone:
Being a music lover and having listened to a record being played on one, you can’t help but feeling less cool for not owning one. The cool bit isn’t what I care about, really. I just want to listen to the Beatles the way they listened to themselves.
3. Vinyl Records:
It goes without saying that a gramophone calls for vinylisation of my music collection. This would be hard, and rather expensive. With my music collection, it’ll take up an entire room and then some. But when I dream of waking up to my drawers filled with systematically arranged vinyl records, it so seems worth it.
4. A Vintage Telephone:
Yes, the dial up kind. I don’t even know why I want this. I have an irrational aversion to speaking on the phone and totally prefer texting; it’s why it was invented. Not to mention the countless suspense scenes in classic movies that revolve around the instrument. You may think I need help, but this is the very instrument that could help me get over my aversion to phone conversation and maybe add the much needed spice to my mundane life.
5. A Vintage Bicycle:
A Vintage Bike in Mumbai. Before you go on about how the air would leave me in bed in a couple of days, let me remind you that I don’t think I even remember how to ride a bike. They say it’s one of those things you never forget, but I haven’t done it in 5 years. It would be one of those bikes with a basket and I’d ride around feeling like Summer straight out of 500 Days of Summer and I’d forget that I may actually look like a potato.
6. A Vintage Dress:
I can almost feel myself not caring about how dated I look wearing a vintage dress. Okay, even I’m not crazy enough to carry it off in public. But it seems a far more economical and culturally feasible pursuit than the rest, what, with Vintage clothing being in vogue every other season. I’ll buy one and then I’ll host a costume party, just to get some use out of it. Oh! Oh! I can play my vinyl records at the party. Atleast it will drive away what I like least about parties…people.
7. A Vintage Ink Pen
That’s what you get when you put together a stationery freak, a writer and a lover of the ancient. Until recently, all my posts and everything I’ve written started as handwritten first drafts; scrawls of ink across crumpled, deformed paper. I just never could get the thoughts out well enough by just typing them. I’ve got the hang of it now but I still write my stories and poems by hand first. So, this is a very special pursuit and quite readily available and feasible. (Gift hint!) As crazy about stationery as I’ve always been, nothing hits the spot better than a thick piece of yellowed, faded paper and an old fountain pen. Even I’m sensible enough not to covet the old quill and ink, but I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind. Maybe it’s just my aversion to birds.
Call me crazy, but the day I get these, that will be a good day.
Do you have any quirky pursuits on your wish list? Tell me about them in the comments below.