Misc. 168: Salute the Sandwich Generation !

 

 

I am sure you have read about glorious generations

of folks born between the years of AD 1945 and 1969

and so on and so forth How they played with

real toys and not merely gadgets that show

digital images how they dropped in on

friends without notifying them first

for there was no mobile phone any way

and land lines few and far between  And

still they were welcomed without a frown or a

grimace and the food on the table was

happily shared  If you want to know more

of this kind of romantic stuff just turn to

Google which by the way did not

exist then

 

 

But my intent here

is to talk a little bit about what the e-zenes call

the Sandwich Generation which if you really

want to know includes the Silent Generation

and the so called Baby Boomers Sandwich

because they are squarely caught inbetween

an ageing set of parents “enjoying”

long life and a crop of Ys Zs and millennials

which were invariably born with an

abysmal of knowledge of history

of any kind but carried a device in hand

the first words they uttered “surprise surprise”

were the passwords for Gmail and their

Instagram Handle they wear global brands

and were totally international in style and

outlook  These kids as they grow up are scarcely

afraid to speak their minds and whatever the

quirky king Solomon as recorded in the

good book  in the Proverbs chapter 13 verse 24

says you are more likely than not to  “spare

the rod and spoil the child” and let them

have their own way for like it or not they are

quick to come up with profound sounding

statements like My Way or the High Way and you

meekly buckle

 

 

But not all the new borns are “rotten

to the core” there are some good apples that

did attend the Sunday School sang nice songs

played the guitar and memorized scripture

verses and recalled them before lunch

but even this lot in time to come

feels a pull that is quite strong to get

away see the world and chart its course

on a compass all its own.

 

 

No

given the type you are and the generation

you inevitably represent there is

nothing you will do about it Since you

in your time were denied much shackled

almost manacled shut indoors and roundly

ring-fenced as you were you will now

let them go unprotected find their level

taste and see all that is bright and beautiful

in God’s wondrous creation and sometimes

fall victims to chicanery and worse

yes you encourage give them wings

take a loan a heavy burden that will sadly

put your nose to the grind Never mind

my child must have the opportunities

that were not given me I don’t want them

to experience the frustrations I endured

for times I realize were different then and

the previous generation was deeply entrenched

in old-school thinking

 

 

To them those verses in the 133rd

Psalm of the Holy Bible that says

“Behold, how good and how pleasant

it is for brethren to dwell together in unity

It is like the precious ointment upon the head

that ran down upon the beard

even Aaron’s beard that went down

to the skirts of his garments”

meant that all the family must

stay in the neighborhood stick to gether

and remain within shouting distance

of each other and look after the

needs of one another

 

But the Sandwhich Generation is so

situated that on one side it is

subject to all that is modern new and

upto the minute in current thinking

and on the other is held back by age-old

values that derive their worth from belief

of generations gone by from

time immemorial could you say

Adam

 

So it is the lot of the SG to carry on

gamely and soldier on bravely  letting

one side go and stay on  dutifully with its

feelings stretched to the limits on both sides

holding  firmly the middle ground

for the sake of children on one side and

parents and longevity blessed

grandparents who carry on living

caring for them most conscientiously

but occassionally  wondering what good

it is to be hopelessly helplessly

bed-ridden

 

 

There might be a question in your mind

as to the proximate cause of this long

and winding dissertation somewhat

maudlin in tone and rendered in blank

verse that subjects itself to no

rule or rhyme it also may be that you are

totally disinterested in any thing I have to

say but pardon me  I do feel the need

to disgorge my thoughts and the depth of my

feelings at a time when all the chicks have

finally flown the coop

 

 

The fact that I learn from Google that

the Indian diaspora worldwide numbers

something  like 32 million does nothing

at all to smother the ache I felt when the

youngest of our sons left the shores of

homeland in search of pastures green

beyond many seas and major continents

All very bonafide and perfectly

understandable for he could not expect

a rewarding career that neatly dovetails

into his substantial qualifications

This might sound niche but there are

myriad other reasons some of them downright

rather poor and dismal commentary on the

state of things in this country

May I draw your attention to the

sheer number of youngsters taking the

IELTS and similar qualifying

examinations in the quest for bettering

the prospects for a fullfilling life that

this country fails to provide its daughters and sons

whom shall we blame

 

 

There are some wrenching facts about this

IELTS matter if you would care to hear

there are thousands nay tens of thousands

of desperate Indians who take this test

Hailing from hamlets and one-horse towns

of rural India with no whiff of English

in the air how can they pass this tough

Cambridge exam so they come year

after hopeful year they begging borrowing or

God-forbid stealing to find the money to

enrich the ever prowling agents

and repeatedly pay the sky-high fees for

yet another chance to sit for this lofty

test of their English skills when they cannot

even get its name right all they can manage is

“ILETS”

Oh what a waste

 

 

I think there is something to be said

for equal opportunities whatever name

you call the political system that ensures it

but in this country mired in centuries old

systemic pitfalls well-worn ruts irreparable

roads caste based creeds and multiple superstitions

that does seem like a  will-o’-the-wisp

Dear Rabindranath Tagore I am afraid

our beloved India is dreaming on still

well might we wonder if and when she will be

ready to wake up

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