the gen X

i am part of a generation that can b called as generation of mails, generation of cell phones. we are the generation that grew on its own. we left our homes in search of education, n we got tortured in the alien world at an early age. we faced the competition in class, in hostel, in the lines to capture the bathroom,faced our wars little n big alone. and what did we gain with all this running around. A fat salary at an early age. A rented house, shared with unknown like ones. A cell phone and a broadband net connection. we start wrk at 10 in morn and we wrk till late in night, cos there is nuthin to do at home nywys. we eat at hotels, our culinary skills are non-existent. and then till late in nite we talk to our frnds on phn. evryone in ther rooms, hanging on to windows, balconies, walkin to n fro in kitchen. well, we will talk to d room mates once they r gone, on phn, we will. i will. promise. and then coms d weekend. we get up late. nearly aftrnoon. time to call ppl at home. we talk fr hours to evry family member. answering d same question over and over again. howz wrk. did u eat. what did u eat. mom can u tell me receipe of so n so dish. we get ready and we hit d roads with our grps. we shop. we watch movies. we gossip. we try d new lounge. we get drunk. and the weekend is gone. we are connected to all those who are absent and we take pride in it. we take pride in the number of frnds on our frnds list. we take pride in the number of scraps we have accumulated over the years. but we are not bothered about those living wit us. we are not bothered that the rented house is being cleand by a housemaid who doesnt clean it actually but pretends to clean it. we die for the onsite opportunity, and look at all others who got it with envy. aah!! d lucky chap!! we are not bothered tht we are nw alien visitors for our parents and relatives. cos we are more comfortabl partyin thn being with parents. we fall in love. d fortunate ones marry and the unfortunate ones marry ther parents choice. sacrifice. well, big deal. we live. and we are not bothered that we are not living. what we are bothered is the next good job opportunity that wud take us places, that wud earn us more fat salary. and still we wonder why is, there this void inside us.