Who knew that one day maps would become obsolete, unwanted, unloved, languishing under piles of telephone books, VCRs and reams of writing paper?
To unfold a map is to unfold adventure. Listen carefully as you smooth out those well-worn creases and you will hear the snapping of sails over a perfect blue ocean. Close your eyes and you will feel the steady, increasing rhythm of a train leaving the station. Your map is your ticket. To sit before an unfolded map, tracing out uneven lines of untouched road, is to feel small and humble. This world is large, barely knowable, our time here already running out.
I have loved maps since I was a little girl and my days were filled with them. In school, we had maps on our pencil boxes, maps lying in wait on the back covers of notebooks. We had maps curled up and lurking above blackboards, waiting to be yanked down. We even had globes to spin, which we did repeatedly with our eyes closed to determine where we would live when we grew up (often, disappointingly, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean). When we still didn’t know who we were, a map could at least tell us where we were, and this was warm and comforting.
Just a few centuries ago, cartographers were the heroes of a generation; courted by kings, coddled by empire builders and military strategists. The early cartographers of the Survey of India worked cloaked in secrecy, using Buddhist prayer beads to count paces, disguised as monks. The core of cartography is curiosity, the desire to explore the world around us. If knowledge is power then the pull of the unknown is more powerful still.
I never imagined that one day maps would become something that no one used any more. Obsolete, unwanted, unloved, languishing under piles of telephone books, VCRs and reams of writing paper.
I understand the allure of satellite-based navigation systems — that a smartphone with GPS receivers and mapping can make you feel invincible when facing the open road. I can even understand why some argue that these devices are the next logical step in cartography. However, it is hard to imagine that the spirit of Captain James Cook would be smiling down upon the soul who insists on using only turn-by-turn navigation. That he would applaud the idea of exploration being reduced to the mere input of a destination, compressing this world of ours into an unwieldy video game.
The best journeys are not the ones where you follow a blinking arrow but the ones where you throw a map into your bag and hope for the best. As you drive with your creased and flimsy companion, you are forced to look around you again and again. To match what is on the paper with what you see. You know that a map is a powerful tool but you also know that it is not enough. A folding map would never presume to estimate your time of arrival. It knows that an important part of travelling is to never be too sure of anything.
When we gaze at our devices and scurry through the world in thoroughly efficient ways, we are forgetting the most important part of our sojourn on this watery planet. To connect with the other people who are here with us. How can even the hardest heart not be touched when strangers come forward to help and guide when you are lost? People who gaze at you, curious and pleased that you have met. Even though you’ll never see each other again, even though you have nothing to offer in return.
When someone draws a map for you, a series of lines in the fine red sand at the side of a road or indecipherable grids on the back of a receipt, they are showing you how they look upon this world. A hand-drawn map is precious and unique. It is a way of learning that this world is beautiful and strange. Hard to describe to strangers and never exactly the same for two people.
To trust your GPS is to forget how fragile and interconnected our world is. Batteries will drain and networks will disappear, and even the most reliable of gadgets will let you down for no good reason. That lonely satellite revolving around our planet does not care about the tree fallen across the road, the broken water pipe, the unending wedding procession with the shell-shocked bridegroom on a horse.
A folded map is a thing of beauty — quiet and dignified. It exists to remind you that the world cannot be folded up. Its wonders are to be experienced and explored, not explained. With every wrong turn you take, you are shaking adventure out from the insides of your pockets. This journey has just begun.
This article originally appeared in The Hindu BusinessLine. Snigdha Manickavel is a freelance writer based out of Hyderabad, India. You can read more of her work here.
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.
On Nov 11, 2014 Julie Cochrane wrote:
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 ... )
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