Nani alijua kwamba siku moja ramani zitakuwa za kizamani, zisizotakikana, zisizopendwa, zikitaabika chini ya lundo la vitabu vya simu, VCR na karatasi za kuandikia?
Kufunua ramani ni kufunua matukio. Sikiliza kwa makini unapolainisha mikunjo hiyo iliyovaliwa vizuri na utasikia kupigwa kwa matanga kwenye bahari nzuri ya buluu. Funga macho yako na utahisi mdundo thabiti, unaoongezeka wa treni inayoondoka kwenye kituo. Ramani yako ni tikiti yako. Kukaa mbele ya ramani iliyofunuliwa, kufuatilia mistari isiyo sawa ya barabara ambayo haijaguswa, ni kujisikia mdogo na mnyenyekevu. Ulimwengu huu ni mkubwa, haujulikani, wakati wetu hapa tayari unaisha.
Nimependa ramani tangu nikiwa msichana mdogo na siku zangu zilijazwa nazo. Shuleni, tulikuwa na ramani kwenye masanduku yetu ya penseli, ramani zikiwa katika vifuniko vya nyuma vya daftari. Tulikuwa na ramani zilizokunjwa na kuvizia juu ya ubao, tukingoja kushushwa. Hata tulikuwa na globu za kusokota, jambo ambalo tulifanya mara kwa mara huku macho yetu yakiwa yamefumba ili kujua ni wapi tungeishi tutakapokuwa watu wazima (mara nyingi, kwa kuhuzunisha, katikati ya Bahari ya Pasifiki). Tulipokuwa bado hatujui sisi ni akina nani, ramani ingeweza kutuambia angalau tulikuwa wapi, na hii ilikuwa ya uchangamfu na yenye kufariji.
Karne chache tu zilizopita, wachora ramani walikuwa mashujaa wa kizazi; wafalme, wamefungwa na wajenzi wa himaya na wana mikakati ya kijeshi. Wachora ramani wa mapema wa Utafiti wa India walifanya kazi kwa usiri, wakitumia shanga za maombi za Kibuddha kuhesabu hatua, zilizojificha kama watawa. Msingi wa katuni ni udadisi, hamu ya kuchunguza ulimwengu unaotuzunguka. Ikiwa ujuzi ni nguvu basi mvuto wa wasiojulikana bado una nguvu zaidi.
Sikuwahi kufikiria kwamba siku moja ramani zingekuwa kitu ambacho hakuna mtu aliyetumia tena. Kizamani, kisichohitajika, kisichopendwa, kinachoteseka chini ya marundo ya vitabu vya simu, VCRs na safu za karatasi za kuandikia.
Ninaelewa mvuto wa mifumo ya urambazaji inayotegemea setilaiti - kwamba simu mahiri iliyo na vipokezi vya GPS na ramani inaweza kukufanya uhisi huwezi kushindwa unapotazama barabara wazi. Ninaweza hata kuelewa kwa nini wengine wanasema kuwa vifaa hivi ni hatua inayofuata ya kimantiki katika upigaji ramani. Hata hivyo, ni vigumu kufikiria kwamba roho ya Kapteni James Cook ingekuwa inatabasamu juu ya nafsi ambayo inasisitiza kutumia tu urambazaji wa zamu kwa zamu. Kwamba angepongeza wazo la uvumbuzi kupunguzwa hadi ingizo tu la marudio, kukandamiza ulimwengu wetu huu kuwa mchezo wa video usio na nguvu.
Safari bora zaidi si zile ambapo unafuata mshale unaopepesa bali ni zile ambapo unatupa ramani kwenye begi lako na kutumaini bora zaidi. Unapoendesha gari ukiwa na mwenzako aliyeumia na dhaifu, unalazimika kutazama karibu nawe tena na tena. Ili kulinganisha kile kilicho kwenye karatasi na kile unachokiona. Unajua kwamba ramani ni zana yenye nguvu lakini pia unajua kwamba haitoshi. Ramani ya kukunja haitawahi kudhania kukadiria wakati wako wa kuwasili. Inajua kwamba sehemu muhimu ya kusafiri ni kamwe kuwa na uhakika sana wa kitu chochote.
Tunapotazama vifaa vyetu na kutembea kote ulimwenguni kwa njia bora kabisa, tunasahau sehemu muhimu zaidi ya ugeni wetu kwenye sayari hii yenye maji mengi. Ili kuungana na watu wengine ambao wako hapa pamoja nasi. Iweje hata moyo mgumu usiguswe pale wageni wanapojitokeza kukusaidia na kukuongoza unapopotea? Watu wanaokutazama, wanaotamani na kufurahiya kuwa umekutana. Ingawa hamtawahi kuonana tena, ingawa hamna cha kutoa kwa malipo.
Mtu anapokuchorea ramani, mfululizo wa mistari kwenye mchanga mwekundu ulio kando ya barabara au gridi zisizoweza kutambulika nyuma ya risiti, anakuonyesha jinsi anavyoutazama ulimwengu huu. Ramani iliyochorwa kwa mkono ni ya thamani na ya kipekee. Ni njia ya kujifunza kwamba ulimwengu huu ni mzuri na wa ajabu. Ni ngumu kuelezea kwa wageni na haifanani kabisa kwa watu wawili.
Kuamini GPS yako ni kusahau jinsi dunia yetu ilivyo dhaifu na iliyounganishwa. Betri zitakimbia na mitandao itatoweka, na hata vifaa vya kuaminika zaidi vitakuacha bila sababu nzuri. Setilaiti hiyo ya upweke inayozunguka sayari yetu haijali mti ulioanguka kando ya barabara, bomba la maji lililopasuka, msafara wa harusi usioisha na bwana-arusi aliyeshtushwa na ganda juu ya farasi.
Ramani iliyokunjwa ni jambo la kupendeza - tulivu na lenye heshima. Ipo ili kukukumbusha kwamba ulimwengu hauwezi kukunjwa. Maajabu yake ni ya kuwa na uzoefu na kuchunguzwa, si kuelezwa. Kwa kila upande mbaya unaochukua, unatikisa matukio kutoka ndani ya mifuko yako. Safari hii ndiyo imeanza.
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Snigdha, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this! Beautifully written. It opened up my closet of long-ago memories, and I happily immersed myself in them. Maps did indeed take pride of place in my childhood ... I think we must have had the same pencil box! I remember many a long car trip with Dad unfolding the road map and running his finger along the road to be taken, and once we were on our way, Mum reading out loud the 'Interesting Facts' catalogued beside every town on the map through which we would pass. I have a large map pinned on the wall of my grandchildren's playroom, and we often stand on front of it and talk about all the different colourful countries - I want them to grow up understanding their place in a larger context. Thank you for sharing. (I'm still smiling ... )
Thank you for an inspiring account of hope... for me at least. I'd forgotten how wonderful it feels to collect maps for an upcoming trip, getting all excited and overwhelmed and in the end just flying by the seat of my pants. Long ago I'd done just that, I traveled halfway around the world with just my bike and whatever I could stuff in the carriers. I had maps and I really enjoyed looking at them but the memories I have now (30 years later) are of the people I met when I wasn't looking at the map. This story has stirred feelings of exploration and adventure and going on a walk-about. I am going to make a point of doing just this... in my own neighborhood.
Thank you! As a Storyteller and a Traveler, I always make sure to have Wanderings wherever I go. These are the times when I meet the most amazing people or discover a wonderful unexpected experience, a tiny cafe or a beautiful beach or a food festival because I spoke with the woman seated next to me on the train in Italy from Pistoia to San Gimiangano. So many amazing delights await us when we lift our heads out of technology and SEE.
This piece is beautifully written, Ms. Manickavel. Your writing "sings" and touches my heart. Thank you.
I appreciate this so much. My husband and I make a point to take a vacation, some time, each year where we travel to a new and unknown place with no plans, hotels, places to stay, etc. We travel through the area getting to know the local people in those places. Through the connections with people while we are traveling, we find ourselves drawn to one place or another and stay where we find the strongest connections. We spend time with the people we meet. We enjoy the local food, the local attractions but most of all the local people. They are our best times away and are completely intent on simply connecting with others around us. We meet WONDERFUL people each trip and both return home with a greater sense of calm and connectedness. This particular note put a smile on my face just remembering how amazing it is to wander, to simply be and to simply connect.