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Of late, I've realized how grumpy I've become. I crib over petty issues, over the neighbors, over people behaving crassly in public and so many million things.

Case in point, this: I was at the post-office yesterday and there was a long queue of bored people awaiting their turn. Some youngsters were idling their time by sitting on motorbikes parked in the vicinity. Its quite a common sight to see young men ganged up in groups playing loud music on their cellphones. One of the young men stood in the queue ahead of me and kept shifting restlessly, breaking the line, yawning, stretching his body- things I consider highly inappropriate in public. He kept fiddling with his phone for a long time and suddenly started playing an audio clip that was so loud that it only invited irritated faces and mean looks from the others in the queue. Nobody, however, said anything so he kept playing more tunes and it was unbearable. This went on for quite sometime and I kept thinking of an appropriate sentence to rebuke him when the postmaster peeped from a tiny window and reprimanded him in the choicest of words. He made that youth apologize for his behaviour in public and gave him quite an earful on his duties and responsibilities as a citizen.

While returning home from the post-office, I went to a book exhibition which was deserted except for me, two ladies and the volunteers who were sitting in a corner. I started browsing and moving through aisles labelled with categories. Suddenly, one of the volunteers, also, a young man, started playing songs on his cellphone. It was so distracting that I stood dumbfounded as to what was happening. I made an exit as quick as I could because telling them to stop the music just wouldn't help.  

Why do youngsters resort to such cheap acts in public places? Do they seriously believe that such acts make them look cool? Finally, what really is the notion about flaunting your 'cool' side? I never get these ridiculous ideas youngsters have about their external appearances or their rebellious acts of defiance in public places. I pondered whether its me who takes such things a bit too seriously, or have others' just resigned themselves to this societal degradation.



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