Will I be earning? Will I be working?
When I am 64?
No, of course not!
Didn't I know that as an over 35...
I might as well be dead and buried - alive?
But... but... I protest! My brain is still working!
And I am sure it will do so, when I am 64!
No it won't, say the young Pundits of today.
How can I assume that I will know how the young think...
What they want and what they dream?
How will I understand their lingo, their aspirations,
Their driving force...their motivations?
Because I am over 35, way over 35, so how would I know
How our young country thinks?
But... But... I try again. Surely not everyone...
Is under 35... is my weak refrain.
They might as well be, the know-it-alls tell me...
Didn't I know? they say with curling lip...
And contemptuous sneer...
Look around you, they rub it in with glee!
That all those who really matter...
Today's movers and shakers...add up to 65%...
Of India's population...
And they are all under that magic figure... 35!
So how do YOU expect to do anything useful
In our young country?
In one last weak effort, I try to counter...
Their arguments and oh-so-supercilious manner.
Look around you, I cry, in a last ditch effort...
Tell me why this so very young country of ours...
Is run by a bunch of geriatrics...
None of whom can claim to be remotely within...
Smelling distance of 35?
Tell me, I say again...
Why is it OK to run the world's largest democracy...
But I can't be trusted to work at earning a living?
When I am 64!
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