Old times

I have noticed more and more people around my age – or younger – talking about how free children used to be when we were all young, and how sad it is that children today don’t have the same liberties that we did. Certainly, times have changed; there was a single state TV channel until I was about 10 or 11, unless one could put a deg on the rooftop to catch the Doordarshan signals from Amritsar. And no internet – I remember my hands shaking with excitement when I first opened a web browser on a school trip to LUMS, maybe in 1993 or so. But even in those days I remember adults lamenting my generation’s loss of freedoms compared to what they enjoyed. At this rate we should all be in solitary confinement in a couple of generations, the Machine Stops with each of us in our capsule. Nothing changes, everything changes.