Beginnings
Sometime in the mid-1980s, Indian middle class gave birth to a generation that was destined to remain stuck on the boundary lines of old and new India. It was a time when Doordarshan was the only thing on the television, Dosa was the epitome of fine dining and calling long-distance meant queuing up in front of a PCO after ten at night.
This generation was "the middle children" of Indian history, sliding on the edges of the total face lift that Mother India got in the late 90s. We were raised on Shaktimaan and Swat Katz, Gold Spot and Roohafza, DDLJ and Jurassic Park.
And somewhere along the way, we lost our sense of belonging. We were no longer part of the old guard, the society of arranged marriages, government jobs and Bajaj scooters. But we could neither integrate with the new universe, the one of dubstep, Man U and Microbreweries. We are the in-betweeners: in between old and new, in between auto rickshaws and Audis, in between Haridwar and Thailand.
This blog is about that generation and the way it perceives India. The ridiculous hypocrisy of the old and the extravagant hubris of the new. On best of its days, this blog is meant to give an alternative perspective on the society and on others it is meant to help us laugh at its tragedies and quirks.
