Youngsters can’t be adjudged rowdy, loud, careless and disturbing because it is not true. Human beings are inherently violent. The point is whenever they are in a situation and that too if there are a bunch of them, they become rowdy, and that inherent violence, slightly comes out.
People don’t talk sense these days, moreover they don’t speak the truth out of fear, that they might lose something important and that includes their future. With people, I don’t mean the grown-ups, because in India more than 50% of the people are less than 25 years of age. So when I say people it means youngsters. Youngsters are afraid they might lose something important, they are fearful of losing importance itself, in front of all those who surround them. So tough it becomes, to tolerate someone who is around, who seems to be important to you but you aren’t important to him, to gain that importance. But that doesn’t really happen when a boy is staying with a bunch of others. No one is important to anyone, and after a time, it is merely tolerating each other and everyone else.
Few boys do show serious inclination towards friendship being more important than female companionship, few of them want both, and then there are few, like I am who are oxymoronic in those terms, flickering between here and there and turning up nowhere. But these are the days, of fresh youngsters, finishing their college, and coming out and facing challenges of the real world, accepting jobs and trying hard to stay together. After one point of time, it becomes really tough for everyone to simply tolerate, but they can’t leave each other, because they are together hence they have a roof, they have food to eat and one of them has a car, his own, a 2nd hand Hyundai Accent and biggest reason of them being together, someone to talk to.
But female companionship is sometimes a headache, and most of the times it is tough to achieve, because first of all, youngsters are filled with energy to celebrate but lack inspiration to do something really big that would make the celebration worth it. If they can’t celebrate it is tough to have someone by their side, or they have to settle down with someone who is like them, ordinary, but no, boys need good looking girls, the more than ordinary ones and they are tough to find, because someone else at a former point of time would somehow manage to make that one fall into commitment with him, rest of the ordinaries would simply keep trying.
Even if, one of them is committed, it doesn’t really matter because, usually that one is fed up and needs a change or the existing girl is substantially foolish and handling her is just another burden or that girl doesn’t offer what guys usually want or the girl isn’t as good looking and by chance they are committed and he wants to get rid of her and hence a new girl friend.
So it usually ends up with a bunch of aimless guys, a car and a lonely weekend. Movies can be watched, but we watch so many movies that there is a saturation limit and most of the weekends offer nothing as qualitative, that one would go and buy a ticket out of curiosity. And then in a place like Chennai, discotheques are there but, not all guys enjoy it so it comes down to a shopping mall, beach, McDonalds and a drive.
It is then when we all decided that we will go to a shopping mall in the beginning, one of us said that he will drive all through, he wasn’t that confident with driving though, so the owner of the car decided to sit beside him, in the second front seat, and the rest of the two of us, occupied the seats behind. It is strange, that in the night, a city automatically looks good, probably this is because, one, in the most stationary moments of life anything that moves, is good, two, the road lights and lampposts and the way so smoothly they are left behind, it makes a scene to observe, three, we listen to music along with it and if the right track plays along with the right mood it enhances the overall impact.
And suddenly those who merely tolerate each other inside the boring rented flat, feel more energetic and talk about the city, about their futures, about girls, about movies, about music and the songs and the occasionally awful lyrics. It is so strange that that small place brings people closer.
The guy who was driving, wasn’t confident, occasionally he’d get impatient and a bit careless with the accelerator, already, the guy who owns it had complained his slight recklessness would make his heartbeat skip a couple of times and so would the 2 of us who were sitting in the rear seat. Using the Google maps application, on one of the phones phone we had, we reached the shopping mall, the last few minutes were spent in abusing the traffic, it is awful near the citi center on weekends, so we can say traffic pretty much took away the last few moments of enjoyment of the drive. We reached there, went inside, those who wanted to shop, shopped, I for one went inside Landmark, spent most of the time there or at the balconies, looking down at crowd coming in and going out, once shopping was done, we went to the top floor and had our burgers, nothing memorable happened there.
Then it was fixed, that we would spend some time at a beach, citi centre is next to a beach but that is fairly dirty so we decided that we would go somewhere else. On Google maps we locked in “Golden Beach” and embarked on our journey away from boredom to an unknown beach. It was 9 in the evening by then.
The problem with the city is, one, they are making Metro Railways, so it is slightly tough to drive, as few roads are turned into one-ways, and you have to take many U-turns, so the guys in front, were navigating and making ways and we at behind were simply enjoying, hence I didn’t really understand what was going on until really something stupid happened. The guy on the driver seat, the not so confident one, had told clearly that at least 5 minutes before a turn, he should be informed or he would not be able to take it and we would have to go up a long way and then come back for it.
Obviously that didn’t happen, the guy, playing with the Google maps kept saying straight, there was some connection problem and the phone didn’t update the position, the blue dot indicating our location didn’t move, and he failed to realize it. We went straight for 10 kilometers, when Google map notified connection problem and map had to update the data, once updated, we realized that we have come 6 KMs from a left turn and to go back we had to take a U-Turn in front of us, and that was a flyover, so we took that flyover and we realized that we had to take a U-Turn but we didn’t have to climb up the flyover, the flyover led us somewhere else from there we waited Google map to update, which showed that we are now 15 KMs away, so we followed it, took turns and wrong turns and then asked people then again checked with the map, and suddenly we saw a Lacoste store, and then we thought we have seen this before, and we went straight to realize that we ended back at the citi centre.
We took a sigh of relief, that we are not lost, now we were more careful this time, we planned it which way to go. Once again, it was obvious that we are going to make a fool of ourselves. We knew that we have to get to the OMR, Velachery, Guindy interconnected roads, not only because it will lead us to Golden Beach but also because we knew that area and we didn’t need Google maps. So we had to reach there, and we started off, we had already wasted 40-50 minutes and a chunk of fuel. So we opened once again, the path of journey from boredom to the golden beach. We started off, went straight, a flyover came, this was a different one, we crossed it, we went straight, and there was a crossroad, now we had to take a left, but because our friend was a bit impatient and drove right into the first lane and reached a traffic signal where we had to wait and then we realized, what wrong we had done, now, slowly as the traffic jam was resolving, our friend started to shift into the other lanes, he managed it, after, a couple of troubles and slangs from others who were behind us and came forward, that we didn’t understand what they said, as we can’t understand Tamil, and we had our left at that crossroads, and now at another one, we had to take a right. But before that for 6-7 KMs we had a straight drive, again it was a pleasure, on our music player, “Subah Hone Na de” from Desi boys was about to explode our car’s speakers and our eardrums and the guys in front seats were shouting that song at the top of their voices, doing so we reached another traffic signal, and while we were shouting, also, we were attracting the traffic’s attention towards us, and trust me, we sing really bad. A girl inside an auto rickshaw waiting next to us had a look at the guy’s, who was driving, face and left a smug smile, which gave him more confidence, who grinned at the road and the Alto in front of us, and we started teasing him because of his nervousness that he was sweating and looked funny, taking off that grin from his face, and that traffic signal turned green and we moved on, but once again we failed to realize that we had to take a right from there, instead we went straight and this happened many times later and we missed many turns on those crossroads, but slowly familiar places appeared and we realized we have reached Velachery and now all we had to do was drive towards Thiruvanmiyur, and we will have a right that will be OMR and we knew that drive very well.
We somehow managed to reach OMR, now Google Maps couldn’t help us, because we were low on battery already and soon the phone turned off. We were all on our own, now. But we were and we are familiar with that road. Almost all Software and few electrical, chemical and other engineering and management companies in Chennai, are here on this route. We were riding, singing and shouting, occasionally we would simply sit and see outside windows as lampposts passed by in all this the guy who was driving lost track and almost drove us upon the divider nearby the tollbooth, but we had noticed him and we alerted him, he got more nervous and more oriented towards hitting the divider.
But one thing he did well was he’d slowed down once we’d alerted him, so in good time we managed it we bought the ticket and went on. Suddenly his phone started ringing. I had his phone. I told him that his dad was calling. Now, because he wasn’t confident, apart from us his dad knew that as well, so we can’t pick up the phone tell his dad that he’s driving, so we waited, allowed the father to complete the call let him know that his son missed his call. Then stopped by and inside the car, we closed all the windows, turned on the A/c and then he told his father he went to the wash, explained how nothing big was happening in life, it was just going on and how he was only 23, too young to discuss about marriage and future. He finished his conversation, and asked someone else to drive, so the guy sitting with me behind took the steering wheel.
We went singing and talking about GRE and higher studies abroad and Public Sector Jobs and how PSUs now accept GATE scores only and offer a better life and how I want to become a film maker and then again singing and shouting. It is so strange that we, in those moments could maximize the fun and most of the times we were simply shouting and shaking and cracking stupid jokes and using words never found in the worst of the dictionaries, probably that’s why, us youngsters are like that. We simply shout or fight or laugh or speak loudly, to suppress the fear of the failure future might conceal and to maximize the fun of the moment and forget everything else, and outsiders, for example neighbors in a society, simply label them as rowdy, loud, careless etc.
That evening we were late, quite late, it was 10:30 in the night and we were tired, we could not find the Golden Beach and so we returned back. Once we were back, we were awake till 2:00 or 2:30 AM, but we didn’t talk, we were mostly updating our statuses on Facebook or commenting or sharing memes and liking them and stuff similar to that, or watching movies, or tweeting but we were pretty much to ourselves and back to normal routines.
But that evening, we did talk, we did enjoy and that, when most of the time we were simply riding, dodging turns, round the crossroads.
People don’t talk sense these days, moreover they don’t speak the truth out of fear, that they might lose something important and that includes their future. With people, I don’t mean the grown-ups, because in India more than 50% of the people are less than 25 years of age. So when I say people it means youngsters. Youngsters are afraid they might lose something important, they are fearful of losing importance itself, in front of all those who surround them. So tough it becomes, to tolerate someone who is around, who seems to be important to you but you aren’t important to him, to gain that importance. But that doesn’t really happen when a boy is staying with a bunch of others. No one is important to anyone, and after a time, it is merely tolerating each other and everyone else.
Few boys do show serious inclination towards friendship being more important than female companionship, few of them want both, and then there are few, like I am who are oxymoronic in those terms, flickering between here and there and turning up nowhere. But these are the days, of fresh youngsters, finishing their college, and coming out and facing challenges of the real world, accepting jobs and trying hard to stay together. After one point of time, it becomes really tough for everyone to simply tolerate, but they can’t leave each other, because they are together hence they have a roof, they have food to eat and one of them has a car, his own, a 2nd hand Hyundai Accent and biggest reason of them being together, someone to talk to.
But female companionship is sometimes a headache, and most of the times it is tough to achieve, because first of all, youngsters are filled with energy to celebrate but lack inspiration to do something really big that would make the celebration worth it. If they can’t celebrate it is tough to have someone by their side, or they have to settle down with someone who is like them, ordinary, but no, boys need good looking girls, the more than ordinary ones and they are tough to find, because someone else at a former point of time would somehow manage to make that one fall into commitment with him, rest of the ordinaries would simply keep trying.
Even if, one of them is committed, it doesn’t really matter because, usually that one is fed up and needs a change or the existing girl is substantially foolish and handling her is just another burden or that girl doesn’t offer what guys usually want or the girl isn’t as good looking and by chance they are committed and he wants to get rid of her and hence a new girl friend.
So it usually ends up with a bunch of aimless guys, a car and a lonely weekend. Movies can be watched, but we watch so many movies that there is a saturation limit and most of the weekends offer nothing as qualitative, that one would go and buy a ticket out of curiosity. And then in a place like Chennai, discotheques are there but, not all guys enjoy it so it comes down to a shopping mall, beach, McDonalds and a drive.
It is then when we all decided that we will go to a shopping mall in the beginning, one of us said that he will drive all through, he wasn’t that confident with driving though, so the owner of the car decided to sit beside him, in the second front seat, and the rest of the two of us, occupied the seats behind. It is strange, that in the night, a city automatically looks good, probably this is because, one, in the most stationary moments of life anything that moves, is good, two, the road lights and lampposts and the way so smoothly they are left behind, it makes a scene to observe, three, we listen to music along with it and if the right track plays along with the right mood it enhances the overall impact.
And suddenly those who merely tolerate each other inside the boring rented flat, feel more energetic and talk about the city, about their futures, about girls, about movies, about music and the songs and the occasionally awful lyrics. It is so strange that that small place brings people closer.
The guy who was driving, wasn’t confident, occasionally he’d get impatient and a bit careless with the accelerator, already, the guy who owns it had complained his slight recklessness would make his heartbeat skip a couple of times and so would the 2 of us who were sitting in the rear seat. Using the Google maps application, on one of the phones phone we had, we reached the shopping mall, the last few minutes were spent in abusing the traffic, it is awful near the citi center on weekends, so we can say traffic pretty much took away the last few moments of enjoyment of the drive. We reached there, went inside, those who wanted to shop, shopped, I for one went inside Landmark, spent most of the time there or at the balconies, looking down at crowd coming in and going out, once shopping was done, we went to the top floor and had our burgers, nothing memorable happened there.
Then it was fixed, that we would spend some time at a beach, citi centre is next to a beach but that is fairly dirty so we decided that we would go somewhere else. On Google maps we locked in “Golden Beach” and embarked on our journey away from boredom to an unknown beach. It was 9 in the evening by then.
The problem with the city is, one, they are making Metro Railways, so it is slightly tough to drive, as few roads are turned into one-ways, and you have to take many U-turns, so the guys in front, were navigating and making ways and we at behind were simply enjoying, hence I didn’t really understand what was going on until really something stupid happened. The guy on the driver seat, the not so confident one, had told clearly that at least 5 minutes before a turn, he should be informed or he would not be able to take it and we would have to go up a long way and then come back for it.
Obviously that didn’t happen, the guy, playing with the Google maps kept saying straight, there was some connection problem and the phone didn’t update the position, the blue dot indicating our location didn’t move, and he failed to realize it. We went straight for 10 kilometers, when Google map notified connection problem and map had to update the data, once updated, we realized that we have come 6 KMs from a left turn and to go back we had to take a U-Turn in front of us, and that was a flyover, so we took that flyover and we realized that we had to take a U-Turn but we didn’t have to climb up the flyover, the flyover led us somewhere else from there we waited Google map to update, which showed that we are now 15 KMs away, so we followed it, took turns and wrong turns and then asked people then again checked with the map, and suddenly we saw a Lacoste store, and then we thought we have seen this before, and we went straight to realize that we ended back at the citi centre.
We took a sigh of relief, that we are not lost, now we were more careful this time, we planned it which way to go. Once again, it was obvious that we are going to make a fool of ourselves. We knew that we have to get to the OMR, Velachery, Guindy interconnected roads, not only because it will lead us to Golden Beach but also because we knew that area and we didn’t need Google maps. So we had to reach there, and we started off, we had already wasted 40-50 minutes and a chunk of fuel. So we opened once again, the path of journey from boredom to the golden beach. We started off, went straight, a flyover came, this was a different one, we crossed it, we went straight, and there was a crossroad, now we had to take a left, but because our friend was a bit impatient and drove right into the first lane and reached a traffic signal where we had to wait and then we realized, what wrong we had done, now, slowly as the traffic jam was resolving, our friend started to shift into the other lanes, he managed it, after, a couple of troubles and slangs from others who were behind us and came forward, that we didn’t understand what they said, as we can’t understand Tamil, and we had our left at that crossroads, and now at another one, we had to take a right. But before that for 6-7 KMs we had a straight drive, again it was a pleasure, on our music player, “Subah Hone Na de” from Desi boys was about to explode our car’s speakers and our eardrums and the guys in front seats were shouting that song at the top of their voices, doing so we reached another traffic signal, and while we were shouting, also, we were attracting the traffic’s attention towards us, and trust me, we sing really bad. A girl inside an auto rickshaw waiting next to us had a look at the guy’s, who was driving, face and left a smug smile, which gave him more confidence, who grinned at the road and the Alto in front of us, and we started teasing him because of his nervousness that he was sweating and looked funny, taking off that grin from his face, and that traffic signal turned green and we moved on, but once again we failed to realize that we had to take a right from there, instead we went straight and this happened many times later and we missed many turns on those crossroads, but slowly familiar places appeared and we realized we have reached Velachery and now all we had to do was drive towards Thiruvanmiyur, and we will have a right that will be OMR and we knew that drive very well.
We somehow managed to reach OMR, now Google Maps couldn’t help us, because we were low on battery already and soon the phone turned off. We were all on our own, now. But we were and we are familiar with that road. Almost all Software and few electrical, chemical and other engineering and management companies in Chennai, are here on this route. We were riding, singing and shouting, occasionally we would simply sit and see outside windows as lampposts passed by in all this the guy who was driving lost track and almost drove us upon the divider nearby the tollbooth, but we had noticed him and we alerted him, he got more nervous and more oriented towards hitting the divider.
But one thing he did well was he’d slowed down once we’d alerted him, so in good time we managed it we bought the ticket and went on. Suddenly his phone started ringing. I had his phone. I told him that his dad was calling. Now, because he wasn’t confident, apart from us his dad knew that as well, so we can’t pick up the phone tell his dad that he’s driving, so we waited, allowed the father to complete the call let him know that his son missed his call. Then stopped by and inside the car, we closed all the windows, turned on the A/c and then he told his father he went to the wash, explained how nothing big was happening in life, it was just going on and how he was only 23, too young to discuss about marriage and future. He finished his conversation, and asked someone else to drive, so the guy sitting with me behind took the steering wheel.
We went singing and talking about GRE and higher studies abroad and Public Sector Jobs and how PSUs now accept GATE scores only and offer a better life and how I want to become a film maker and then again singing and shouting. It is so strange that we, in those moments could maximize the fun and most of the times we were simply shouting and shaking and cracking stupid jokes and using words never found in the worst of the dictionaries, probably that’s why, us youngsters are like that. We simply shout or fight or laugh or speak loudly, to suppress the fear of the failure future might conceal and to maximize the fun of the moment and forget everything else, and outsiders, for example neighbors in a society, simply label them as rowdy, loud, careless etc.
That evening we were late, quite late, it was 10:30 in the night and we were tired, we could not find the Golden Beach and so we returned back. Once we were back, we were awake till 2:00 or 2:30 AM, but we didn’t talk, we were mostly updating our statuses on Facebook or commenting or sharing memes and liking them and stuff similar to that, or watching movies, or tweeting but we were pretty much to ourselves and back to normal routines.
But that evening, we did talk, we did enjoy and that, when most of the time we were simply riding, dodging turns, round the crossroads.
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