Get off my lawn, you young whippersnappers!

Another birthday passed by. The ones who remembered, remembered out of habit. This year, I wanted it this way.

I got news from my friend who moved to Canada. The youth there were just as drunk and rowdy as those in any US college town. I wonder how the weekend booze-bingeing, foul-mouthed youth of America will turn out. I sometimes feel I should’ve done things like that when I was in college. And that’s when I begin to feel old.

Anti did a round-up of racism against desis, and teenagers figured prominently in the demographic (at least Canadian teenagers seem to be non-prejudiced for now…). Living in a Christian state has its advantages — people are much more tolerant, if you can get past their church talk. I’ve had strange glances once in a while, but an explicit instance of prejudice hasn’t happened to me yet.

But take a quick mental survey — how many desis you know have voiced opinions generalizing all african-americans as people with lesser morals? In the racist ladder, we happen to be in the middle rung, and crying foul will not change anything.