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Growing pains!

On my way to work I heard something on the radio , which kinda made sense! Mir said, he never compares his  9year old to what he was when he was 9 himself ! Strange , we all do that , at times.We grew up with " Ami jokhon tomar boyosher chilam...." and we say the same to our children ! I was trying to remember myself as a 20 something...cannot quite imagine Chibu being the same ...cos I married at 21..My choice (the mixed feelings came later).
In my class , Hamish commented "Wow! Was it allowed back then?" He made me feel almost medieval! Looking back,our generation had a free life really - of course the curfew orders were there, but I went to clubs, disco nights, movies, had boyfriends and not everything was hush! hush!
Looking back ,I feel our generation was more "emo", today's gen is more grounded- more focused- more aware...that' s because of the exposure and the tip-of -the - finger technology of course!
Actually Mir is right ! We cannot go by what we were and call a today's 9- years old as"paka tush tushe"!!!               
After all it's the Gen X..and like the song in Grease goes...conventionality belongs to yesterday...
So, to the growing pains ..over the generations....Amen!!

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