That blank look. The confused soul!
Just a fraction of a second. Thats all it took for me to realize that I was no longer the genX. Right in front of me was one of today's generation, and am older.
I have had the feeling of getting old when I was sloppy, even when the doctor asked me to go on diet for excess cholestrol - but this is different.
I made up a joke, and moved on, but theres something tugging inside me.
He mutters something like am experienced and know a lot of things - but inside me, I know - am old - am from a different generation.
How could the world have forgotten easily?
I go on to explain how the legends fought the war. Little battles won here, little ones lost there. How the virtuous kept walking on and on, and how evil cut out the life nerve of the virtuous. How the hand of Justice swept in, and punished evil. But how the virtuous died bleeding - why it could not be resurrected. How the virtuous went on to live an after life imbibing hope and spirit of justice and good for generations to come.
Its a generic story - the names have changed, the story is the same - it repeats all over again.
But something keeps tugging at my heart...
How can we forget Netscape - how can we forget the first martyr of the internet era!
