The idea of nostalgia is an interesting one. It is amusing to observe how many members of a generation tend to express views on how they had the best lives as the world was a better place in their youth. Many people continue to cherish the idea of the nineties and before, of a quiet, charming period when there was no internet or mobile phones.
I wrote a love letter to the city of Madras of the nineties in the first page of my novel The Reengineers. The nineties now appear so far away that looking back, it feels almost like a different country, the last few years before the advent of the internet. When time flowed so gently that a vacation felt like a lifetime, a weekend was an age and an evening was an eternity. But I am not sure it was such a great place, anymore. I enjoy the internet which has flooded the world with truth, great art, good vibes, exposed the lies of history, brings humanity closer every day as kin and helps to edify the collective consciousness.
As someone who grew up in the nineties, I have embraced the digital world. But when it comes to popular music and movies, I’d rather stay with the art that was produced in the sixties and the seventies, or before. They just don’t make them like in those days anymore.