The Generation GAP...

Scene Around 13:00 Hrs : Its Holi today, but I am alone at my place; suddenly sounds at my door...

Hey...bhaiyaa holi hai ...holi hai..."bhaiyaa you are not celebrating holi ?", children from  my block asked me with surprise expressions. "No", I said (my expressions were like it is not a big deal in not to celebrate holi). "How you can escape brother we are here with you to celebrate", the youngest one said with mischievous  smile. Now I can smell their plan. "Hey hey yaar only tika"...In order to surrender I bent little, so they can put some color gently. "Ok guys have some sweets, you want any drink...real", I offered the best possible thing which I had. "Arre what bhaiyaa, sweets...you should have some chocolates", they were not much happy with my hospitality. "OK right now all shops are closed, tomorrow I will surely", I said. "What tomorrow brother, tomorrow never comes", the reaction I got from a guy. "Actually I am leaving for my friend’s place, will go directly to office from there, so after office...tomorrow", I explained. "Uncle ye goli kisi aur ko dena(try this trick on someone else)", this time the tallest guy commented out. Uncle...what is this, these guys started with bhaiyaa and end up like this,"uncle". So  finally the feedback of my hospitality came in form of the pinching comment "Uncle". 

"Its ok uncle bura na maano holi hai(don’t feel sad it’s holi today)", I said to myself.

Scene Around 20:00 Hrs: At my friend’s place, it’s his birthday today.

Hey Arjun...ohhh welcome Rawat saab...hey happy birthday man...thanks...general introduction with other guys ...I have to say the atmosphere of that place was full of party, one guy queuing up the playlist in system, four guys including  the host busy with cards and others in audience. The coloured floor was telling the story of holi. Now I can see my place is much cleaner. Rawat how much large just tell me... this is called the real hospitality, yet I had to take my seat and welcome drink was ready for me... "ohh no I don’t drink", I reacted quickly. But Arjun was in his flow,"hahaha nice joke...last time you had on Sunday night hmmm"...no seriously I don’t...But Arjun the real host, "It’s OK Mr Nomad, it’s after more than 3 years we are meeting, dosti ke naam pe and it’s my birthday, holi...have I missed anything?" Mmm It’s International Women Day...hahahaha...Arjun the host again with his logic,"so atleast 3"...Mr Nomad means you know my blog...hmmm why not ...

Now cards finish...It’s time for music...Volume button was on it’s maximum limit...and really I have to say DJ was quite good, one song not more than 2 minutes...hey Arjun don’t you think volume is too much...It’s OK man no one is here in this whole society only this and the below one...

That 3BHK flat was giving an impression of those Hollywood college movies’ party scene, the exception was no girls. We had two respected gentlemen with us in party aged between 40-45, relatives of the host Arjun. Party was going on full swing, I came out from DJ room to hall. Gentlemen were having their drinks and sharing the political thoughts. So Mr Rawat...G bhaisaab..."where is your village?"questioned one of the gentleman..."Chandipur", I answered with pride...Ohh so you are from  Chandipur, the typical Rawat’s village...yes... 


In the mean time I came to know that both the gentlemen know my uncle and my cousin and some other things about my village..."beta what are you doing here in this party?",second question was literally a question. And then," you know you are spoiling your body...I have to say you have maintained quite good physique...don’t do these things...bad habbits"...hmmm what’s this sudden beta reaction...I tried to expalin,"actually I don’t , It’s only for Arjun after 3 months"...And the next emotional reaction I got,"that’s fine beta but these are bad things...you know you remind me of my younger days". Another gentleman also  supported him ," yes why are you spoiling your physique?"...I questioned myself,"this is second time someone is telling me that I remind him of his younger days and the last time also that person was drunk, but these two are really gentleman and they don’t look in the effect of alcohol.

And now the unusual questions, "How old are you...22-23 ?" No 26...OK 26...now the discussion was quite moved from political things to other things, really some alien things for that party atmosphere, family values and all. Both the gentlemen were sharing their experiences of life. I was wondering how Bhaisaab himself became uncle and Mr Rawat changed to beta. DJ room was closed but still some sounds were coming out of the full volume speaker. But suddenly at that moment that hall has taken a new look. Bottles, glasses and water were standing still and both the gentlemen were sharing their thoughts on values and other things. Arjun was in DJ room and Rawat the fighter was in the battlefield and the two gentlemen were sharing the truth of life journey,"We must know our limits, our values. You are having this Rawat within your name, you are representing them...Always remember one thing time does not wait for anyone, people change with time. Generation gap is nothing but the communication gap, the gap in values and all other gaps are virtual. Things remain same we just change our perceptions towards them".    

Suddenly someone opened the DJ room door,"Hai sauda khara khara...hai sauda". Battlefield air mixed with this song...Rawat come yaar... bhaisaab come...hmmm you carry on...Rawat saab just enjoy yaar you must be feeling bored with two old guys..."No it’s not like that...it’s OK",I said...otherwise there will be a generation gap...hahahahaha... now air is filled with the remix of music and heavy burst of laughs...

So party was again on full swing and after a long time I was really enjoying the loud music. And there were some thoughts in my mind dancing with the same intensity how I transformed from bhaiyaa to uncle to Rawat saab to beta and finally again Mr Rawat in a single day...   


P.S. : I am still not sure about the title, "The Generation GAP". It was just a random pick.