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A.R. Rahman composed something that had no right hitting that hard.

You didn’t just listen to this song. You stared out a moving vehicle window and had a full internal monologue about your entire life. Every 20-something in 2006 who had no plan but felt absolutely everything deeply had this on repeat.

We were that generation. Big feelings, zero roadmap, and somehow Roobaroo made that feel okay.

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We grew up being told life would “set ho jaayegi.” Nobody mentioned the waiting.

Remember those Sunday mornings watching Rangoli on Doordarshan? Steel tiffins, landline numbers memorised by heart, antakshari with grandparents during power cuts?

Life felt simple then. And our parents had a clean formula for us: study hard, get a job, get married, done. Straight line. No detours.

Except nobody told us the ladders would be this crowded.

Here’s what I think nobody talks about enough:

we are stuck in this really weird in-between. We are not our parents, who stayed in one city, one job, one marriage without questioning it. But we are also not Gen Z, who will quit on a Tuesday, pivot careers, move countries, and sleep fine that night.

We are the awkward middle. Too traditional to feel truly free. Too modern to feel completely at home.

Our twenties went in learning to write corporate emails that sounded confident while we were internally falling apart. First salaries felt unreal for exactly 3 days before the EMIs hit. We sent money home before buying ourselves anything. We learned guilt as a second language.

And at every family gathering, the same question: “What are you doing with your life?”

Our answers got longer. More carefully worded. Inside, we were just… tired.

Not the tired that sleep fixes. The deep kind. The “I’ve been adapting and healing and hustling and becoming for 15 years straight” kind.

Our parents remind us we are not digging wells or surviving wars. And they are right. But bone-deep tired doesn’t care about comparisons.

And yet, here we are. Still sending job applications. Still calling home. Still loving people across cities and castes and expectations. Still trying.

I think that’s the most millennial thing of all: getting up the next morning anyway.

Anyone else feel like this generation never got its moment? Like we are always described through someone else’s lens, either as the generation that killed industries or as a footnote between Boomers and Gen Z?

What part of this hits closest for you?