"Kans heard Devaki's 8th son would kill him. So, he put Devaki and Vasudev in prison.
First child was born. Kans killed it by poison.Second child Kans killed by sword.
Third child was born and so on...
At this point a boy raised his hand for a doubt.
Teacher : What?
Boy : "If kans knew that the eight son would kill him, why did he put Devaki and Vasudev in SAME jail?"
Got this whatsapped to me on generation gap.
The word "generation gap" sure has one party smiling while, leaving the other party disgusted. What my mother thinks is sane, I always found it insane. My dad though smart, I found smarter ways of doing things. Looks like each generation gets smarter by the day. From dressing sense to studies, from questioning to the imagination in lyrics, the next generation has much more things that the present generation will have. While my mothers' time found a couple hanging around a tree top romantic, our generation found kissing an aww moment. I am sure, by the time my son is old enough, kissing scenes would look lame enough. I find cartoons kissing and falling in love with a blink and find it obscene. Maybe kids have a different take on it. "Generation gap".
Generation sure changes but, one thing that would remain the same with generations to come, is the love-hate relation a teenage and the parents share. I love my mom and dad a great deal but, living with their uncanny ability of driving me nuts isn't something I love. I am sure the feeling is mutual. "Oh! I love this girl of mine, but why can't her dresses run down to her ankle?"
"I love the fact that my daughter can get any job done by her talks, but why does she have to giggles around with the boys?" So, seriously. Tell me, did you not have to brave through such questions? And these are just a couple! How a perfect nights' plan were ruined by the parents, and a "good" morning was deprived the prefix of good? Parents, among their thousand other great skills, have a very skillful way of making their child hate them as much as they love them. Post my wedding day, I dreamt of these things changing. It did for some time no doubt. They were happy to know I found a decent guy unlike any of my bald, tattooed engraved, bullet riding, hash smoking, visitors of Central jail ex-boy friends. Pun intended. I had great boy friends. 4 to be specific and I married the last one. No. That does not imply that the other 3 were jail visitors. But that is how my parents saw them as. And the irony, my husband, has a tattoo and rides a bullet! Post the wedding day, my parents refrained from imparting their crazy beliefs on me. A grin and frown on their face as they thought the role will be carried out by my husband. Alas! The son-in-law is now sporting a tattoo and riding the bullet with his bald head. No pun intended any where. My parents job wasn't done. They tried to impart their non-sense on me via this husband of mine. Disappointment shows on their face every time their son-in-law fails them and encourages his wife. Did they not know, that this son-in-law too was a kid once, living with equally maniac parents?
Years to come, my son will be saying the same things about me. Like my parents, I will be driving my son screwballs. All the girls he brings home would be sluts with no morals. I would be the villain of his rapturous world and yet, I would love him more than any one in the world would ever do. For after all, no matter how much love he gets, I have already loved him 9 months more!
