I-day
I-day asche. Ki kori? Bangla-te likhi?
At the convocation thing for the batch of 2007, we had this guy who came up on stage and told us how we were completely disconnected from our roots, our language, our culture and yadayada. You know how it is. We're also told everyday, how hard our parents have worked to send us to this fan-fucking-tastic place and and how many sacrifices they’ve had to make to ensure that we get quality education. We're also told constantly how unworthy we are of this place, of all this sacrifice and hard work, because all we do is eat, drink and make merry and blow money like fucking tissue paper.
Right. I understand, how we're easy targets. Yes, we are a priviledged lot. 90% of our tuition fees are indeed funded by our parents. 80% of us have never worked before. We've had things easy. We've never had to struggle. We're complacent and smug. We have that dreaded "attitude" thing. We talk in English most of the time and we like wearing strange clothes. So yes. Please feel free to direct all your old-age and mid-life crisis angst at us - the soft, happy-go-lucky pampered princes and princesses of Generation X and Y.
Man. I've never come across a bigger bunch of upstarts in my entire life. You have "vision" the size of a fucking peephole. Yes, we need to know our language. We need to love our culture - not just know it with a gun against our heads. We need to travel across the country. We need to fix the problems that plague our country. We agree. And we will. But we will also talk in English. We will also wear strange clothes. We will also eat, drink and make merry. And that attitude will always remain like a fucking cream pie thrown at your face. We will take care of our families, our friends and our environment. And we will do it, not 'cause we have to, but because we love to. Stop making our responsibilities sound like some kind of Cysiphus' stone. And stop making poster children out of those who've had it rough. We all have our own problems. And we all have to learn how to deal with it.
So yes. We know very little about the Nation's struggle for independence. The generation that comes after will know even lesser. But we'll try not to hold it against them. They will, like we do, have to fight their own battles for freedom. The country had been freed 60 years ago. It's about time you freed your mind. Please, let us grow.
At the convocation thing for the batch of 2007, we had this guy who came up on stage and told us how we were completely disconnected from our roots, our language, our culture and yadayada. You know how it is. We're also told everyday, how hard our parents have worked to send us to this fan-fucking-tastic place and and how many sacrifices they’ve had to make to ensure that we get quality education. We're also told constantly how unworthy we are of this place, of all this sacrifice and hard work, because all we do is eat, drink and make merry and blow money like fucking tissue paper.
Right. I understand, how we're easy targets. Yes, we are a priviledged lot. 90% of our tuition fees are indeed funded by our parents. 80% of us have never worked before. We've had things easy. We've never had to struggle. We're complacent and smug. We have that dreaded "attitude" thing. We talk in English most of the time and we like wearing strange clothes. So yes. Please feel free to direct all your old-age and mid-life crisis angst at us - the soft, happy-go-lucky pampered princes and princesses of Generation X and Y.
Man. I've never come across a bigger bunch of upstarts in my entire life. You have "vision" the size of a fucking peephole. Yes, we need to know our language. We need to love our culture - not just know it with a gun against our heads. We need to travel across the country. We need to fix the problems that plague our country. We agree. And we will. But we will also talk in English. We will also wear strange clothes. We will also eat, drink and make merry. And that attitude will always remain like a fucking cream pie thrown at your face. We will take care of our families, our friends and our environment. And we will do it, not 'cause we have to, but because we love to. Stop making our responsibilities sound like some kind of Cysiphus' stone. And stop making poster children out of those who've had it rough. We all have our own problems. And we all have to learn how to deal with it.
So yes. We know very little about the Nation's struggle for independence. The generation that comes after will know even lesser. But we'll try not to hold it against them. They will, like we do, have to fight their own battles for freedom. The country had been freed 60 years ago. It's about time you freed your mind. Please, let us grow.
Labels: F for my freedom, I for the individual
posted by Loony Libberswick of Llapland at 4:55 PM
9 Comments:
i finally watched swades on the telly last night
bah bah
But we'll try not to hold it against them.
but you'll try to hold other things against them... not knowing the beatles, perhaps? or kerouac? :)
It's their loss really. It's just that the Kerouac story is probably better packaged than the freedom struggle story... which is why a fancy art cover of some fancy beat lit book will grab the attention of a teeny bopper. I'll hold it against them for not wanting to know. I hold it against my own generation. Don't get me wrong - this isn't a post that encourages apathy towards the past. It's about finding newer meanings in the present times and not resting on the laurels of the past. But fuck this sounds like a shitload of jargon - and you may have just said what you said, for fun. Anyway, happy I-day.
i like institutions
because they feed you with so much shit
then you have something to blog about
or against.
Oh, oh, such angst. But I agree with Chamki...what's a good action movie without a superbadass villain?
:)
i just meant what means so much to one generation may not mean that much to the next, it will happen to us too. what we find "better packaged" is what our children will find ancient and wooden, they'll have newer replacements, and not necessarily worse. will we take our values and passions being labelled as outdated as sportingly as we're expecting our adults to?
freeeedumb.
tiny - yass yass - that only
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