Gista mi owon 🙂 Longest time I know, no vex na rat race, dahling. But, that’s anoda episode….I’m here now, abi.
So, I was gisting with a girlfriend gisting right, we’ll call her ‘Rolake’. The convo started with a song that I just couldn’t get out of my head – “Holiday is coming. Graduation is coming. No more teacher’s cane, no more writing notes, no more rising bells. Good bye teachers! good bye classmates! We are going on a jolly holiday! A jolly holiday……………….” Hmmm the good ol’ days, na? Don’t you dare judge my uniform!
Anywen, we thot about how much fun our generation had growing up. They were simple things, but fun nonetheless. And many many many..(well u get the idea 🙂 many decades later, these memories still rouse emotions that wash over us and calm us when the rat race becomes a tad too exerting. A comforting warm smile creeps to the corner of our mouths as we relive those simple oftentimes innocent moments in our minds. In some cases, I am actually able to smell my mom’s cooking, or just the crisp…and sometimes dusty air.
At the end of our conversation, we both wondered ‘Are our kids having fun?’ ‘Is this generation having more fun than we did?’ We decided we’d both ask our kids. This is a generation that will never know what it means to ‘Be Kind. Rewind’ Just a few months back, my kids went on a field trip to the museum only to come home and tell me about this clunky box with a lot of keys in it. “It’s called a typewriter, mommy” said their little voices.
“Chei, Baba God see me oooo” I said
Our kids exist in a digital world, I told Rolake babies are being born with a Blackberry/Smartphone in their little grasps and instead of the anticipated “Waaaaah” that comes after their 9month pool party; these lil people show up talking about “No no, I wasn’t due to arrive til next week Tuesday.”
So, what say you, Gen then or Gen now? O ya, gist me 🙂
TGIF dahling and Salam Namaste.