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The Gen-Y Conundrum

I am a Millennial. Generation Y. Born between the birth of AIDS and 9/11, give or take. They call us “the Global Generation.” We are known for our entitlement and narcissism. Some say it’s because we’re the first generation where every kid gets a trophy just for showing up. Others think it’s because social media allows us to post every time we sneeze or have a sandwich for all the world to see. But it seems that our one defining trait is our ability to fight.

We fight with our neighborhood aunties, who keep comparing our Engineering exam scores with the 10th standard scores of the kid next door.

We fight with uncles at social gatherings who keep asking us “so, what next?”. We fight with our relatives according to whom an alternate career option means Chemical Engineering.

We fight with a random stranger on Facebook who doesn’t “agree” with our opinion.

We fight with with our moms who think nobody will marry us if our rotis are not round.

We fight with our cousins over the choice of cartoon shows. But honestly, SWAT CATS will win over Ninja Hattori any damn day!

We fight with the popular opinion of being politically aware and active.

We fight to have a conversation with our parents. Despite the clashes of ideas. We crib about the widening generation gap. Yet we cringe at our parents’ WhatsApp presence.

We fight with our patience and sit through an episode of Balika Vadhu and Saraswati Chandra because our moms think we don’t spend much time with them.

We fight with our monthly budget to make enough room in order to buy a Vero Moda dress.

We fight for percentiles. And then we try our hardest not to fight during GDs! ?

There’s always a fight between motivation and laziness when it comes to getting up early in the morning and going for a jog. Mostly, laziness wins.

We flaunt our confidence, but the moment we’re in a social event, we chicken out because everything is “awkward” for us.

We fight with our dreams and ambitions in order to make a realistic yet satisfying future for ourselves.

We fight with our tears and broken hearts just to appear “normal” the moment we enter our house. Shh… parents must never know!

We fight against the strata of society which doesn’t understand why we update our Facebook status to “Winter is coming!” in the middle of a blistering summer!

But we fight. We struggle every day. Just to survive. We may give in, we may give up, but we survive. To make a place for us in this world. And that’s what makes this generation special. ?

PS: Credits to American Horror Story for the first paragraph ?

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