As a child, the term ‘Generation Gap’ was only that to me – a mere term and nothing more. I grew up in an environment where all my views tallied perfectly well with my parents and grandparents alike. I only ever heard about the so-called gap from my peers and friends. Some faced the dilemma of curfew; some others complained that their folks did not understand the way they thought or dressed, the company they kept and what not.
However, I was quite lucky to be born into an uber-cool environment where my good friends were even better friends to my grandmother. I guess the basic point was openness and trust. I was open about my goings-on in life and that was accepted by my family.
What I wore, or wear, does not raise eyebrows at my home. They always treat my attempts at oddness, or fashion as I liked to call it, with quite a lot of enthusiasm. There is also a freedom to share our views with each other. The views we share both ways are highly respected.
Now I see my younger sisters dress up in a way, I am sure, would raise a hullabaloo in other homes. However, mine tags along to shop for the oddities the malls have to offer today. All this said and done in the small town that I live in, where the slightest thing out of place is not taken too kindly.
Only yesterday, my 19-year old cousin dressed up for a get-together in a way that made my jaws drop. Now THAT could be a generation gap. But the next moment I was all agog with her looks and even gave a flattering comment or two which boys in her friends circle might fall short of making. : P
All in all, now I see that even though there is an age gap between my people, they do not let it become a reason for creating a barrier in our relationships. And that is the best thing about being born into this family.
