Narration gap' is not only a gap between two generations but also a difference between two ages, a difference between two ideologies, a contrast between two cultures and traditions. Whenever father Himanshubhai would talk to his young daughter Anja about something, the 'generation gap' between the two people would float from the bottom to the surface. When Anja was going out of the house getting ready to go to her friends' party, Himanshubhai Achuk said to her: 'Son, what are you wearing? Do such short dresses suit you, daughter?' 'Dad, you don't understand this. All my friends wear similar clothes. This is in thing.' Anja would have answered in haste. Himanshubhai got up in shock: 'In these clothes, your body peeks out more than it is covered. Because of this 'in thing' your body becomes 'out thing'. Clothes within a few limits…' 'So should I go out wearing my mom's saree, with my head covered? Everyone will call me Mani Aunty in the party. Do you realize that my image will be completely zero?' Anjaja used to sit down. Himanshubhai kept muttering, 'You care about your image, I care about my honor.' And Anja walked with her feet kicking. Anja found a solution when her father's tuk-tuk increased. Leave home with kurti-jeans on, two handkerchiefs in a plastic bag with short clothes, go to a sister's house nearby and change clothes; Then he is also free, his mind is also free and his body is also free. It's a blessed hour of freedom for body-covering cleavages, seductive cleavages and body-curves that drive the beholder crazy! Himanshubhai did not like such cleanliness of a very beautiful daughter. He could see that his limbs were one in a million. Her eloquence, agility, brilliance and beauty far surpassed all her sisters. The father was worried about only one thing, 'My limb is weak. He has no sense of right and wrong or right and wrong. It has got the air of the times. It is better if it does not have to be filled somewhere.' Himanshubhai started looking for Murtia for his daughter. Good, smart, well-earning youths were also in demand. Now it was time to choose the best character among them. Himanshubhai spoke to his daughter one day. Anjajan made it clear, 'Dad, you will not take the trouble of finding an idol for me. I have found my life partner. I have been 'dating' her for six months. Poor father was devastated. Barely spitting down his throat, he could only ask, 'Who is that? Are you from your friend circle? Akshaja, Bibhasa, Kaivalya, Marut, any of these?' Himanshubhai knew all of them. All of them used to come and go to the house to pick up or drop off the limbs. None of them were suitable for Anja, but the father was preparing his mind to accept his daughter's choice. Anja explained, 'No, none of that. My boyfriend's name is Hamir. He is from abroad, but here he is doing a good job. Our thoughts are very similar. Dad, don't you try to interfere between us. I have come a long way. Himanshubhai was very shocked. The daughter who was brought up with pride, taught, fulfilled all her hobbies, suddenly started talking in such a language?! Also for whom? For a man who has come from another state, about whose nobility, about his rituals, about his food and drink, about his habits, character or addictions, Anjaja knows nothing?! After two hours of persuasion, after Mokla made me cry, Himanshubhai, finally defeated, said to Anja, 'Son, bring Hamir to our house once. Me and your mom will decide after meeting her…' 'No need to decide. I have taken a decision. Yes, if you want to meet Hamir, I will bring him here, but I have one condition, Hamir should not be insulted in any way.' Anja tied mom and dad with a condition. One day Hamir reached home in the evening. Seeing it, Himanshubhai was shocked. At first glance, he looked like a man from the underworld. Oblong, wheaten face, curly hair, scar of old wound on right cheek, dark glasses on the eye even in evening, two open buttons on marble shirt, necklace hanging from black thread worn around neck, gold lapel on one tooth. Age should not be less than thirty five. Himanshubhai's chest sank, but he did not say anything because he was bound by the condition. Hamir left after tea and breakfast, after which Bapda cried, 'Daughter! Daughter! Where did you get this from? This looks like a goon who can be caught by the police. Both of you were sitting next to each other and it looked like a silver chain was on the smelly stool! Son, you…' 'Dad, don't say a word more. Your mind is rotten, that's why you see scratches everywhere. Tomorrow I will leave this house and go to live with Hamir. This is my life and I want to live it my way.' Anja slept without eating. The next day she took her bag and went to live in Hamir's rented flat. With the passage of time, Himanshubhai got a big shock when he found out from an outsider that Hamir was actually thirty-eight years old and already married. He has a legal wife and three children in a village in Par region. As per the 'Hindu Marriage Act' he cannot remarry with Anja, so both of them live in a 'live-in relationship'. What father could bear that? Anja was not ready to believe a single word of dad, so Himanshubhai tried other methods. Hamir met his brother where he was working and talked. Seth expelled Hamir. Then Himanshubhai met the neighbors of Hamir's flat and evicted him from there. Hamir got tired of changing three-four houses. fled away from Gujarat. Anja was not supposed to be taken home. Now Anja has returned to her parents' house. Every day there is a fierce fight between father and daughter. Father says: 'This is how it is going? Have a crush on a married man? What about us in society?' Daughter says: 'What century do you live in? If the man I like is married, should I leave him? Live-in relationship' is the 'in thing' all over the world these days. What to say to this? A generation gap? The difference between the two ages? A Difference Between Two Ideologies or a Gap Between Two Cultures?} (Caption: John Elia)
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