Belonging to Generation X, I had the privilege to witness the way of life of my grandparents very closely, even though I was raised in an urban city. Urban units of family, at that time were still a joint set-up and the interaction I got with the Greatest Generation has been a huge part of my childhood influences. My grandmother was orthodox but an avid seeker and traveler. While my grandfather who was equally orthodox was a trend setter in those days, choosing the Indian army over conventional Gandhian ideologies. Adding to the contrast of my grandparents, my parents belonged to the generation of Baby Bloomers. Although the colonial hangover was part of their upbringing, new independent India and its identities had a promise for generations after them. This promise was nurtured, shaped and delivered by stories, music and dance of the land that gave the right balance, removing any extremities within the orthodoxy, yet retaining the cultural flavour of the land shaping my identity. (Thi...
