A lesson for the youth: spend some time with the ballies

AS THE year draws to an end, I find myself reflecting on the moments that have shaped me, the people who have grounded me, and the lessons that continue to guide me.

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RIGHT: the writer says in traditional Indian families, spending time with elders was woven into the very fabric of our upbringing.

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I deem it fitting to address the youth - readers up to the age of 35 - before we step into the new year.

Last weekend, I was hosted by family in Cape Town for a relaxed Sunday lunch.

There were about 25 of us gathered around the table, laughter echoing through the house, and plates filled with the most delicious home-cooked meals.

There was Durban-style curried chicken culls, lamb curry with gravy-soaking potatoes, fluffy rotis and buttery soji.

Among the group, 10 were youth. What caught my attention was how they appeared to struggle to strike up conversation with the adults or engage in the discussions.

They could not fit in with the uncles and aunties, and broke away into a subgroup.

I could not but ask myself why so many young people today find it difficult to socialise with older folk who are about the age of their parents.

I grew up in a completely different scenario. For many years of my childhood, visiting extended family was not just part of a routine; it was non-negotiable.

After Sunday service, I would ride with my Thatha in his car and get a right-living lesson between the temple and the family house in Umhlatuzana. Sometimes, I would pluck courage to challenge his viewpoint.