This is my take on the oft-ignored ‘xennial’ generation and the conflicts faced by them.
“Do you know who he is?”, asked my septuagenarian father to our neighbor’s convent-schooled 5-year old daughter, showing her the photo of Swami Vivekananda.
“I don’t know and I don’t care”, she retorted nonchalantly while exiting the door, leaving my father agape and furious.
Later that night he lamented to us, ‘’Children these days don’t know the great progenies of Mother India anymore. We taught you differently. Didn’t we? “, while hanging his face.
Now I am fully sympathized to the little girl (and even to her parents).
Among mounting homework and getting prepared for the big rat race lying ahead, it’s not possible to remember so many names and faces.
But the disappointment in my father is also palpable to me, as I could identify most of the legendary Indian thought-leaders, monks, freedom-fighters from their photographs since I was 5 (80s were a…
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