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Two American sitcoms on air currently document the travails of 20-somethings — the self explanatory Two Broke Girls, about their mostly flailing cupcake business. And Girls (available on DVD), a dark comedy about four girls in New York, who, unlike their glamorous counterparts in Sex and the City, have no money or suitors or even, supportive parents. Both shows explore themes of friendship and self-esteem and portray a pessimistic realism. In this world, love is an ambiguous term and an unpaid internship, your best career prospect.
Like these TV shows suggest, young people are taking a lot longer to reach adulthood. An extended responsibility-free adolescence sounds like a lot of fun except for the unsettling truth, that good employment is really hard to come by. Economic forces have sidetracked the beaten path of school, college, job and marriage irrevocably, even in India. Recently I found myself at a party at the foothills of the Himalayas with a couple of 24-year-olds for company, one of whom was a keyboardist for a Delhi-based band. Fed up of playing Hotel California and Stayin’ Alive for indifferent guests, he’s exploring options in wedding and travel photography (The beauty of your 20’s is that you can switch tracks easily). The other, a travel writer based out of Mumbai had just got a full-time job after being unemployed for a year.
When it got too cold we went indoors to the dining area. Another gorgeous girl dressed in a Russian red gown was playing Lara’s Theme, heartbreakingly beautifully, on the cello. The crowd, old enough to be familiar with Doctor Zhivago, cheered loudly. Her companion, dressed similarly in an old-fashioned Victorian outfit with a tiara to match, took up a flute. She began with Pehla nasha. Then Yeh raat bheegi bheegi. To our utter amazement, for the next two hours she played hits by Kishore Kumar and Mohammed Rafi. Her repertoire was simply astounding. The surreal irony of listening to Aaiye meherbaan played on a flute by a blonde Ukrainian girl in Tehri Garhwal was lost on no one, judging by the appreciative claps and whistles from the audience. “Maybe she’s faking it,” suggested the travel writer hopefully, but it was live for sure. The flautist got a standing ovation and her Indian manager clinched five more gigs for her that night itself. If this is your competition in music I would stick to clicking pictures, I told the bespectacled photographer who looked very mournful by now. “It’s a quadruple whammy. Not only are they better looking, they’re more talented, much harder working and cheaper to hire,” added someone on our table.
The downfall of being part of the global economy is getting trounced at your own game. The world is much tougher than when we drifted into careers aimlessly 15 years ago, more by default than by plan. Mercifully, this generation of formidable youngsters from East Europe are still not proficient in English. We journalists are safe — for now.
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