When three generations of women go out in the torrential rains,
The youngest generation is cribbing about the rain, about the mud, about the traffic, about the world in general
The middle generation is ignoring the younger generation and could be cribbing but not aloud
The oldest generation is the happiest of the lot. Wading through the puddles, managing those bags and the umbrella and the sari, no complaints whatsoever.

It is the way they have been brought up, our grandparents. We work hard too, but not most of us are involved in hard physical labour. They are strong mentally because they have seen a lot in life, the freedom struggle, rationing of food, no electricity, no telephones. Just plain hard work in the fields or at home. They could not crib, they were more or less satisfied with what they had then and still are.

Its all ok to talk about generation gaps and stuff, but there are lots of things to learn from them, most importantly to value people, value money and to value what you have now.