Much has been said and written about how the youth today is far removed from the values that make a good human being. While the elders continue to fret over the loss of values and morals among the young, they, on the other hand, are treading on a path, unaware of the consequences.
The Page 3 culture, which has become the hallmark of this generation, is being adopted by almost everyone.
In their bid to be counted among the 'in' crowd, youngsters have failed to see the good and the bad of this phenomenon. They consider it 'cool' to be seen at the most happening parties in the city. At parties like these, alcohol flows freely and all inhibitions are shed. Unfortunately, we are bracing this culture with open arms.
The generation Y seems to have lost respect for elders. They are blindly aping the western culture where elders are considered to be the interfering radical. Massive cultural erosion is corrupting the innocent minds of the young. They seemed to have lost sanctity for all relationships and are leading a self-conceited life.
The young brigade lives for itself and throws everything else to the wind.
For them, life is a huge party and in their bid to party hard, they are, unconsciously ruining their life. No matter how much the parents try to ward them off the bad track, the peer pressure is so much that they succumb to it and follow the herd mentality.
“The insidious reasons for a brown girl’s self-loathing won’t be surprising to any woman of color. I cannot rightly compare my own struggles to those of another minority, as each ethnicity comes with its own baggage and the South Asian experience is just one variation on the experience of dark-skinned people everywhere. As parents and grandparents often do in Asian countries, my extended family urged me to avoid the sun, not out of fear that heatstroke would sicken me or that UV rays would lead to cancer, but more, I think, out of fear that my skin would darken to the shade of an Untouchable, a person from the lowest caste in Indian society, someone who toils in the fields. The judgments implicit in these exhortations—and what they mean about your worth—might not dawn on you while you’re playing cricket in the sand. What’s at stake might not dawn on you while, as a girl, you clutch fast to yourself your blonde-haired, blue-eyed doll named Helen. But all along, the message that lighter skin is equivalent to a more attractive, worthier self is getting beamed deep into your subconscious. Western ideals of beauty do not stop at ocean shores. They pervade the world and mingle with those of your own country to create mutant, unachievable standards.”
― Padma Lakshmi, Love, Loss, and What We Ate: A Memoir