I have to thank my parents for giving birth to  me at least by the late 20^th Century.

 The 20^th century began on January 1, 1901 and ended on December 31, 2000, it was eventful and action-packed with futuristic sci-fi imagery. India veered its path from the East Indian Community in the mid-twentieth century. In the midst of all the War themed activities, I deeply miss the art and movies that were unshackled in all directions during this interval. All articles churned, were the first one of its kind. All these yesteryear events give me a sense of Monumentality!!

Monumentality...

Monumentality can be experienced in every column of the 20^th century, from horses to horse power. Science, Agriculture, Industrial revolution, Rise and fall of nations, Teachings of various philosophers, Arts and Literature, Sports, Dolly- the sheep, The first Trip to Moon, Computers and Internet -all arranged like magazines in a book store shelf.

Humans were wealthy with resources in surplus, never knew the fear of Global warming, they had plenty water and ponds for fishing, picturesque animals to hunt and embrace, they made their houses from the top notch trees, they had festivals to celebrate the arrival of spring and sowing of seeds, they had people to attend to them, no one knew much about the ill effects of smoking and psychedelics so no one told a big no to it, they would dance until their hip can’t move, they knew that they were still far away from saturation so they flaunted their strength and  fertility by producing n number offspring and no one would come asking, they danced with their swords to depict victory.

 Humans would create new reasons to live creatively rather sitting back and ordering vegetables on various apps. The counter-cultural hippies and other humans who endured Nietzsche and other philosophers   wandered the earth connecting to a new knowledge order. People used to drop out from becoming doctors to fight for the oppressed. They had the people who would go to jail for decades together for the freedom of their people and their nation. They saw people who had fury and revolution etched deeply in them with honor. There were poor peasants fighting landlords with bow and arrows, there were survivors from many things who still had upright spine in work. Being an outlaw or a rebel was not considered pretentious.

I thank my parents for the candid timing, I spare you the biological details which put me and my brother out in the ultimate years of the 20^th century.