Unsolicited fathoming..or solicited!
Preview: This one is a light dig and banter on a typical conflict faced and battled by the youth every moment with the more experienced lot(the elders in the fam-jam).
Today, again on the slightest and trivial thought I witnessed a grandmother getting just plain defensive for her grand-daughter’s father. And wished, how the adults of
the house would be constantly supportive for the impatient and insane new generation (even if it’s for let’s say sometime) and see the magic! Not that we want them to be a yes! To everything and spoil the want-everything-ready-made lot, but at least be empathetic to the latter’s’ journey.

Sometimes, it’s only perpetual disapproval that shapes a rebel or self-dejection. Of-course, by disapproval, I don’t mean explicitly saying a ‘no’ to permissions and modern or outrageous ideas. It is a hidden ‘Are you mad to think like that’; or “You are wrong and dumb to perceive and handle things like that” concealed in reactions and behaviours.
We all are defensive for our loved ones, but isn’t it funny when it leads to a point where the shield mutes the undefended to a helpless silence, and mature them to be the understanding one.
I am slurping gulps of extra strong coffee as I quench my urge to write these reflections; or else; like the daily routines of the gazillion stories and thoughts; they too would get consumed by procrastination and distractions.
I begin my day with whichever beverage my heart, body or soul guts at the moment: chai; coffee; nimbu pani , green tea or whatever. All either hot or cold. Today I woke up to a poker feeling just to lay in bed; and vine away time, but I didn’t want further regret of having loitered the time(on being into the day). The redundant ‘I wish I began my day early’! Phew! — I bet this line must be such a narcissist as it gets so much importance from everyone.
*How Many times have you told yourself this?!
And I decided to crawl outside the blanket and make myself a fuming brown caffeine shot and get to work.
Coming back to my query, and no, I am not ranting about a generation gap; neither am I attempting to victimize my age bracket folks. Just pondering how we are perceived as callous when we decide to follow our heart or explore.
I don’t know about you, my friend, but I have heard adults claiming to be modern and open-minded but still unaccepting experimentation and the youth following their heart or living their life. Why are kids who have the massive courage and brains to plunge to enterprising and try different occupational options told that they are wasting their time?
Why can’t they be lauded for the self, family and society challenging motivation and nerve with which they are learning to grow?
I’ve come to listen and discover that there is a huge difference between displaying modernism via clothes or lifestyle; and practicing the same via thoughts, emotions or actions.
Why the next-gen is termed as rude when they express their thoughts or voice their opinions?
Why are they labelled disrespectful of elders when they stand up for themselves; only to be counter-questioned that when were the former suppressed?
Why hasn’t the adult mob that positions the youth as defiant or unmanageable, sat next to the kid lot and asked them about their feelings or what do they want?
Perhaps, because we have been breeding the fear of being judged by the ones we are dependent on and love unconditionally.
Perhaps, because the elders have complied and lived according to their elders all their lives…and thus it’s not their intention to manipulate their offsprings and offsprings’ offspring; but comes as the way they have been conditioned.
Well, and we chose to, or at least tend to unwrap and open ourselves to the ones who say ‘I understand’ or head nod and hug us ‘I get you, bro!”…