It could be a phlegmatic maneuver towards old age, but somehow, I believe that I am finally coming in terms with what could possibly be described as an understanding of “The generation gap”. I must disgracefully admit that the realization is stemming from the aversion I undergo when I compare, but then that is how the “gap” must exist.

I would, very nonchalantly, describe this gap as an amalgam of the following emotions.

• A jealousy you acquire when you see youngsters wearing clothes, displaying accessories and handling gadgets you would have never dreamt of wearing, displaying or handling at their age – jeans falling off butts like Niagara Falls, shorts taking their nomenclature too seriously by being too short, hair too haywire like grass freshly plundered by bulls, T-shirts with collar turned up like a neck-guard (if there is any such thing), glasses like two enormous black holes where the…