Talking habits

“Wow, mum he does know how to talk, he came up with so many things.”

If we conjure up a clock which applies on this writing, and turn back the minute hand around ten minutes, it would still not bring back time, but if we do understand the reference and carry it out, we would land where it was my grandfather’s birthday and my mother was wishing him on a mobile, she then gave the phone to my brother and just like clothes, I was heir to the phone. And I asked him about his age, his year of birth, his wife’s age, her year of birth and many other things I’ll refrain to reprise.

My parents say that I have always been a talkative person. But it is hereditary somewhere. The older generation says that this generation is not into talking, among many other negatives.

But is it us who talk less or is it them who talk a lot? They were able to talk at lengths, but one of the reasons could be that they behave like a vocal detective, many-a-time prejudiced, which mostly ends up at an attempt to patronise, they are not narcissistic, they just have a truck with change. As my mother calls it, “having a room full of perfection.” But at a point of time they do become narcissistic and authoritative, and sort of obvious. They at times say to children out of care which portrays the meaning, ‘listen to me, I know more’. And you can end up listening, “don’t run, or you’ll fall”.

A few are also like a notice board, an advisory committee. But when they were small, they would have lots of life around, living, happy, rejoicing souls. Hence they grew up to ask people how they are, even in a hospital.

I am not angry with people who have such idiosyncrasy, I am just fed up of ‘their’ perfect world, annihilated by their own generation, which inevitably comes down to us. ‘The’ fact that this generation uses a lot of mobile, made by a person of their time, and above that,  which was given to us by them, in good faith, but there is a Volenti Non Fit Injuria on their part, unintentionally, but as an assumption.