The New Generation!

I finally gave a sigh of relief after I heaved the last heaviest bag into the car. I turned around to see my eighteen year old cousin brother, swinging the car keys on his fingers with huge earphones on his head and his sleek i-pod tucked into his jeans pocket.

With an aggravated look, I snatched the keys from him and slung them to my dad. Finally, when all the “good-byes” and “see-you’s” were over, we sat down in the car. I looked back to see my cousin waving frantically…and then he turned back….shaking his head to the tunes! I was annoyed and irritated at his behavior but was pleased that he was not accompanying me and mom.

We were traveling to my mother’s hometown to meet my grandparents. As we reached the airport, Dad said good-bye and with apologizing looks, hastily drove away to his office. We entered the airport and learnt that our Sahara flights were an hour late. With nothing to do, I settled down in the waiting area and keenly observed the place which was bustling with life.

But the first thing that caught my attention was a group of youngsters who sat before me…. There were three girls and two boys. They were all wearing boisterous short clothes, which I believed one w only see on TV! Each one had many piercing in their ears and eyebrow. They were all listening to music, drinking cold drinks and flipping through some film magazines….

Sudden frustration filled my mind. “Is this what they call the future of our country?? These good-for-nothing youth who can change the world, they say?” And I shook my head in misery, shooting a last pestered glance at their faces!

Suddenly a lady came and sat beside us. She looked pale and was sweating profusely. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead which she wiped with hasty actions. She sat down and gazed timorously all around. My mother, seeing her condition inquired about what had happened.

Without any warning, the lady broke into tears and said, “My only son, the apple of my eye….Atul, died last week. I am now left alone in this huge bad world thus I am going back to my native town. I am worried because I’m traveling by plane for the first time and am not sure about the procedures! I’d be glad if you could come with me and accompany me!” and she looked at my mother with questioning eyes which shone as my mother shook her head positively.

The speaker somewhere suddenly blared telling all the passengers to board their planes. While passing the security checks, the five youngsters came behind us. Suddenly one of them noticed that lady with us was having Jet Airways plane tickets. I too noticed it then....

The lady got worried again but those youngsters came to her rescue, who had apparently heard her story too. One of the girls covered her with a shawl and offered her a cup of steaming hot coffee. The guys took her baggage and accompanied her back to the waiting area and told her that they would accompany her as they were traveling by the same plane! The lady broke into a grin, whole-heartedly blessing the children.

I looked with amazed eyes and the youngsters, who I had initially though as “good-for-nothing” youths with exorbitant and lavish habits, as they helped the lady in every possible way and soothed her.

I rethink of my first impression about them now. They may have had some western and modern influence and trend thrust at them but apparently they had a good heart and godd moral values and that’s all mattered! Is it not?

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