Youth (mis)understood

Incredible and unpredictable are the ways of the youth today. They amuse themselves in umpteen ways. Some cannot be separated from their fancy gadgets. Some are glued to their handsets. Some are couch potatoes. Others wander along the dusty roads unmindful of traffic and congestion. A few crowd round multiplexes and gobble junk and pass lewd comments at everyone passing by. Then there are the devil-may-care bike riders who wantonly make noise on the roads obviously enjoying the risk they cause to themselves and wary pedestrians. Their choice of dress defeats all fashion designers. Buttons and pockets are found where they have no business and the material cries for the pressing iron. They have strong allegiance to Google and Facebook and all their information is supplied by these demi gods. They shun newspapers and religion. They acquire a distinct and incomprehensible vocabulary from all languages and profusely exhibit their stock at the most inappropriate time. Their music is a loud chat, amply strewn with words which are hardly understood. Music is bent to their convenience and discards are sweeter though they are anathema to musicians. Their twists and turns are dance to them. They have very supple limbs with which they can manage to hang anywhere on a moving vehicle. Most of them have adequate money to launder about. They don’t mind paying a hefty sum for a movie, sport an expensive handset and dine at flashy restaurants. None would feel sleepy at midnight or get up before eleven in the forenoon. Their parents are too old to appreciate their hidden talents and are hardly aware of the trends. They keep on harping the same advice and disapprove their children’s odd ways and complain to every relative. I should remain young to admire and understand these.