Friday 4 January 2013

1989

In the early 1980s, when a kid was born, he/she was more than just an angel to the family, a +1 to the feeding and survival expenses in the F'd-up economy that India had, **blimey! Hence there was a considerable amount of planning that was carried out before plunging into any kind of action. Not that these days there is no planning. A week ago my playful friend narrated me his recent encounter with i-pills. As I was sitting there with head-in-hands to what could have been, so much for his skank-iness; he thought he could comfort me by saying "Don't worry, this works. Do baar pehle bhi hua tha na!". You don't say. Although I am known to say things, so I suggested the couple to carry some branded anti-inevitability pills along on their Goa trip this December.

Anyways, being an '89 born I found myself to be one of those special ones who are the pioneers of liberalism. We tasted that awesomeness first! Apparently 1989 borns, in middle class families, were planned to be fitted in tighter financial and social models. Until the reforms of 1991 were brought on. The new wave of Privatization, Liberalization. Opportunities. Voila. It was a "Waah, itna sasta" moment for our parents. Quantity and quality flooding the bazaars of India. Maybe some of us donned imported, multi-colored diapers, or perhaps ate Cerelac. And that gave us some respite, and made us the spoiled-brats that we are today.

Improvement in economic structure led to better social approach. With reference to economy, availability and deflation led to day-to-day convenience. The convenience led to changes in the general mindset. These changes are slowest, as human mind is the most rigid of all elements in his surroundings. Mindset like religious hatrid, castism. With the globalisation came a sense of dwelling together. Additions like cable television meant exposure of a higher order. A petty misconception about superiority in "High Caste" foolhardy's was restrained with opportunity replacing talent over rigidity. Not that we 89s don't have haters amongst us, religion-wise. That is just the impact of higher generations' insecurities and will take time to fade away. But tolerance level has thankfully risen. Casteism, too.We had enough sense in our little heads to know why Phoolan devi existed. Caste-based narcissism also faded away like the Moochh of the 89's daddys. Then again we have "young guns" of India filled still with such sense of fake-pride, thanks to their a**-brained Mommies, but they are negligible. Atleast in social development, negligible, they are. (Oh Yoda!)

In times when a government job over an engineering degree was what our grand-parents could call sublime, especially when the ridiculous(and insensitive) model of marriage was in consideration - an orifice was created which allowed the junta to aspire; freedom to shape a career right to the top. The Corporate Ladder.

Although government-job-theory is deeply ingrained into the minds of the Mummy-type-log, the Generation X, if I go upto my parents and say I want a career in music, in a fairly realistic approach, they will listen. Then, maybe they'll decide to kick some ass or agree to my fine ass-kicking. I explained them my theory of Be passionate, or be practical. It's self-explanatory. Divide everything in your life into two parts, whether you want to be passionate or practical about it. This is no invention, this model exists in every person's life, unless they are too dull to be passionate about anything at all. Example, good people you can trust, you click with - you are passionate about - you call them friends. Assholes on the street - you get practical, get your work done and rocket-speed bye-bye! The next step is to eliminate the involvements(in order to minimize) that are unnecessary, from the practicality list. I mean, Be Practical!
Remember that?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bNg-xClEnqM

That brings us to another important postulate about this generation. Free Thinking. With abundance in everything ranging from jobs, motor vehicles to underwears, the society attained the privilege of CHOICE. Choice came as a natural thing to us 89s. This acted as a foundation in our minds to foster freedom of thought. Pioneers yet again.

Everyone had started owning a cable television by then. People were done with watching Ramanand Sagar's Ramayana and B.R. Chopra's Mahabharata by the time we were born. And the likes of Zee TV and STAR TV and MTV kicked at homes after 1992. Although very few 89s I know of have escaped those epics.




1989 - Sachin GOD Tendulkar had played his debut game. Harry Met Sally was released. Meg Ryan, enough said. Sadly, it was in the 1989 season that Liverpool won the last League title. But then hope lives on, just as we do. INS Viraat was still young. Pink Floyd were together. Kurt Cobain was alive. Justin Bieber and the beliebers were not. Oh no, I'm not obsessed with her, I'm just jealous and want publicity. Boo-hoo me, yeah!




** No. NO! I "love" my country. Kind of. I just called stupid a stupid. Although I do sometimes call spade a hukum. No, I'm not calling my country stupid. It's just that other than stupid people we have had some of our economic policies so enthralling that the gap between the rich and the poor, cities and villages widened to horrific extent in India. The villages, majorly relying upon agriculture were left to pester, before the Green Revolution. By then, the cities were filled with underpaid third-tier workers, all migrants - who, to contribute, F'd up the system further with their communist union-giri. And so far I am just started. Phew.