Gen Z AND M(e)-LLENNIAL
“Hey blud!! Pass me the ball.” The young boy in his
early 20s shouted from the centre of the field. I chose to ignore it, assuming
he was screaming at his teammates. I gave him a short glance for his unique
raspy voice, which might have happened due to his constant screams for an hour,
and returned to the book I was reading. I sat on the bench, emplaced at the
farthest corner of the ground. The hoarse voice now sounds very near to me when
he enquired harshly about not passing him the ball. The ball was lying near my
feet. I noticed it now. I was surprised and replied, ‘What? You were talking to
some ‘blud’, maybe your teammate. How am I supposed to know?’. ‘Huh! I was
looking at you, and by blud, I meant you.’ ‘My name is not ‘blud.’ I made a rather
crabby expression. ‘OMG! FYI, ‘blud’
means friend. IYKYK.’ He laughed, he mocked, and he ran. ‘BTW, that jacket u
wear is gucci.’ He shouted. I replied sternly, ‘No, it's Puma. I cannot afford
a Gucci man.’ He stopped and laughed like never before while I stared at him
like a 5-year-old. ‘Ok, ok. Not gucci; that’s a fire.’ He shouted back at me
and ran without even waiting for my answer.
Was I looking hot or cool or too aggressive as it had many
red colors on it? I wondered. The phone and its search engine came to this millennial’s
rescue, and I was ashamed of my ignorance. I was laughing myself out loud later,
remembering the Gucci incident, and I started learning the Gen Z words to avoid
such mishaps in the future. The 38-year-old me found it quite interesting. Instantly,
I planned to experiment on some of them on my cousin, who was a Gen Z and was
supposed to meet me the next weekend.
‘Hey, Nuts! Wazz up?’ I was trying to sound cool as my
cousin Natasha arrived. She looked bleak and empty. Upon insistence, she spoke,
‘Look D, I am into this situationship, and this guy is asking for commitment. I
am not ready yet, so I am kind of avoiding him. I called him just a friend. Curve.’
I was processing things inside my mind where I knew
the meaning of curve now, but what was this situation-ship? I knew relationship.
You either love someone or you don’t.
Maybe she read my mind and said, ‘D, you know
situationship, right?’ I did not show my ignorance but rather excused myself to
the kitchen under the pretext of making a coffee while I googled to understand
exactly what it is.
I now returned like a winner with loads of ideas
inside my mind. ‘whats the issue with you then? Why don’t you want to commit
yourself? Of course, only if you love him. And if you don’t, then just leave him.’ ‘D,
I don’t want to be serious about him. He is a good friend, and I might find
someone better for love. On the other hand, he is dank in certain things,
though he flexes a lot. He must be delulu that my likeness was misinterpreted
as love. I ghosted him. Gosh!! Watta do?’
I was speechless. I had no words to advise her. After a lot of conversation on several topics, I realized that it is not just language; Gen Z has confused me with the whole concept of existence, which was too far to be understood by this millennial mind. But maybe with repeated trials of understanding, an amicability can be reached at some point. Meanwhile, my quest on the Gen Z studies will continue in full vigour and zest.
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