I am 20. My golden era of teenage came to an end a few months ago. But I still show the classic traits of a teenage girl. I spend way too many hours online, I sleep way too little, I am always missing from home, I get back home at inappropriate hours, any excuse to party is good enough for me to party, I conveniently 'forget' work (that's actually a natural talent with me), I am moody, I am always hormonal and disturbed in one way or another (which may or may not be related since I am a chick), I believe in throwing regular tantrums, I love having pictures of me clicked with morally acceptable classification of faces being made in them and then sharing them on various social media. I belong to what my maternal grandpa fondly refers to as the "Idiot Box Generation".
You see, my grandpa views the world in terms of questions. He has this insatiable curiosity that drives his life. The essence of existence to him is questioning. Questioning EVERYTHING! How is it that bottled water claims being mineral water when it has gone through reverse-osmosis which fundamentally would mean that it has lesser minerals than regular water and many such questions have been posed to me through my formative years. And I swear, I never saw the sense of it. I never understood what these questions would ever get me in life.
But 10 years later, am I thankful! Now, I don't claim being a know-it-all of any sort, no siree, but I do my best to cover all my general bases in whatever discussion I am involved in. Despite my efforts at not letting my gramp rubbing off on me, I learned from him to have a healthy sense of curiosity and an (what I consider) average need to know about things.
Another proud trait I inherited from my family, is that I am a book lover. That and my love for language (read grammar) go hand-in-hand. Both my parents are extremely fond of turning pages. But while they are limited by their specific choices of genre (probably because genius skips a generation), I tend to be more like my grandparents. I can bulldoze through almost any kind of reading (unless it has that word 'study' attached to it, even at a subconscious level).
I suppose this makes me a stereotypical bookworm/nerd. But I don't mind. Probably because I know that the word is 'obviously' and not 'obvi(o)'. And it is your talking like an under-educated citizen that will make me condemn you from ever being acknowledged as a human being by me. I'm sorry! But did you pay only half your tuition fee? Is that why you weren't taught all the letters that go into spelling a word? And how on the planet does typing 'mah' instead of 'my' make sense?
Am I the only one lost in this new trend of weird lingos and destruction of a language? I feel bad for English. If I were to anthropomorphically explain this occurrence, it would make the Saw series of movies look like Disney. If you expect me to feel delighted by a message that reads, "u r beautiful.... can v frnd? if yes than add me....... u wil nvr regret for makin me frnd", excuse me! But... ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Is that... Am I supposed to be even remotely interested after this display of indecency towards somebody else's culture, forget being ever slightly impressed! I am biologically incapable of lasting more than 4 abbreviated sentences. 'Oh my gosh' only gets as short as omigosh to me, and only when it is to express intense emotions and a rush of words resulting from the touchy-feely nature of my being.
Another nonsensical trend that I tried to comprehend and being a part of... Selfies! But I never really could learn the art of clicking your face and maintaining the focus of the camera without seeing the screen or looking normal in case of a frontal camera. Guess I never will be talented enough to master this art or to fathom the reason behind it being entertaining. I gave up.
Flattery is apparently the key to every chick's chastity belt. I am in that picture. I have seen that picture. I have chosen to post that picture. I know how I look in it. Your false words of undeserved appreciation are not fooling me. Your lore of my phenotypical genes is not impressing anybody. Nope! Do not care. Not getting laid tonight, bro! In fact, if you keep chasing my tail, NEVER getting laid. Paranoia clouds every single nerve ending of my right lobe the moment the guy starts being dishonest. I am going to turn anti-you if you keep calling me every single day to 'hang out'. If your first question after a general greeting is an inquiry to do with my relationship status, you are leaving a distaste in my mouth, man. I do not like you.
I realize I sound bitter and judgmental and just plain rude but I am just honest. Honesty is a two edged sword. Most of you are not going to like this piece. But the truth is, my generation makes no sense to me. I do not understand what drives us (except money) nor the reason for our immorality (usually to gain money or tail). We are vain and naive. We are all brought up in a world where everybody believes that they deserve either an Academy award or a Pulitzer or to be a Nobel Laureate. Reading is damned, knowledge mocked. Everybody is talented. Everybody is beautiful. Everybody is desirable. Everybody is plastic. We are Mean Girls, real time. And I just am scarred by my constant pondering over this thought, "Where did we lose sight of the way?"
But I suppose what is best is to just shut my eyes and move on... when life gives you lemons, lick some salt, knock back a shot and then enjoy the lemons in its face!
-GaurikaVA =)
You see, my grandpa views the world in terms of questions. He has this insatiable curiosity that drives his life. The essence of existence to him is questioning. Questioning EVERYTHING! How is it that bottled water claims being mineral water when it has gone through reverse-osmosis which fundamentally would mean that it has lesser minerals than regular water and many such questions have been posed to me through my formative years. And I swear, I never saw the sense of it. I never understood what these questions would ever get me in life.
But 10 years later, am I thankful! Now, I don't claim being a know-it-all of any sort, no siree, but I do my best to cover all my general bases in whatever discussion I am involved in. Despite my efforts at not letting my gramp rubbing off on me, I learned from him to have a healthy sense of curiosity and an (what I consider) average need to know about things.
Another proud trait I inherited from my family, is that I am a book lover. That and my love for language (read grammar) go hand-in-hand. Both my parents are extremely fond of turning pages. But while they are limited by their specific choices of genre (probably because genius skips a generation), I tend to be more like my grandparents. I can bulldoze through almost any kind of reading (unless it has that word 'study' attached to it, even at a subconscious level).
I suppose this makes me a stereotypical bookworm/nerd. But I don't mind. Probably because I know that the word is 'obviously' and not 'obvi(o)'. And it is your talking like an under-educated citizen that will make me condemn you from ever being acknowledged as a human being by me. I'm sorry! But did you pay only half your tuition fee? Is that why you weren't taught all the letters that go into spelling a word? And how on the planet does typing 'mah' instead of 'my' make sense?
Am I the only one lost in this new trend of weird lingos and destruction of a language? I feel bad for English. If I were to anthropomorphically explain this occurrence, it would make the Saw series of movies look like Disney. If you expect me to feel delighted by a message that reads, "u r beautiful.... can v frnd? if yes than add me....... u wil nvr regret for makin me frnd", excuse me! But... ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Is that... Am I supposed to be even remotely interested after this display of indecency towards somebody else's culture, forget being ever slightly impressed! I am biologically incapable of lasting more than 4 abbreviated sentences. 'Oh my gosh' only gets as short as omigosh to me, and only when it is to express intense emotions and a rush of words resulting from the touchy-feely nature of my being.
Another nonsensical trend that I tried to comprehend and being a part of... Selfies! But I never really could learn the art of clicking your face and maintaining the focus of the camera without seeing the screen or looking normal in case of a frontal camera. Guess I never will be talented enough to master this art or to fathom the reason behind it being entertaining. I gave up.
Flattery is apparently the key to every chick's chastity belt. I am in that picture. I have seen that picture. I have chosen to post that picture. I know how I look in it. Your false words of undeserved appreciation are not fooling me. Your lore of my phenotypical genes is not impressing anybody. Nope! Do not care. Not getting laid tonight, bro! In fact, if you keep chasing my tail, NEVER getting laid. Paranoia clouds every single nerve ending of my right lobe the moment the guy starts being dishonest. I am going to turn anti-you if you keep calling me every single day to 'hang out'. If your first question after a general greeting is an inquiry to do with my relationship status, you are leaving a distaste in my mouth, man. I do not like you.
I realize I sound bitter and judgmental and just plain rude but I am just honest. Honesty is a two edged sword. Most of you are not going to like this piece. But the truth is, my generation makes no sense to me. I do not understand what drives us (except money) nor the reason for our immorality (usually to gain money or tail). We are vain and naive. We are all brought up in a world where everybody believes that they deserve either an Academy award or a Pulitzer or to be a Nobel Laureate. Reading is damned, knowledge mocked. Everybody is talented. Everybody is beautiful. Everybody is desirable. Everybody is plastic. We are Mean Girls, real time. And I just am scarred by my constant pondering over this thought, "Where did we lose sight of the way?"
But I suppose what is best is to just shut my eyes and move on... when life gives you lemons, lick some salt, knock back a shot and then enjoy the lemons in its face!
-GaurikaVA =)
