Generation F

Outrageously Yours
Jul 6
3 min read

Updated: Jul 8

The First Free Indians

WE WERE BORN FREE. BUT NOT YET WHOLE

We are the First Free Indians. Born between 1947 and 1964 — we came into this world when the British had finally left, but their shadows still lingered across our maps, minds, and systems.

We didn’t fight for freedom — our parents did, or at the very least, they witnessed the struggle.

We grew up hearing their stories, absorbing their wounds, inheriting their ideals. They passed on to us something rare — not just independence, but the burden of building something with it.

We are Generation F — F for Freedom, F for First, F for forgotten,

and now, finally finding our voice.

WHAT OUR PARENTS GAVE US

Our parents were stoic — not expressive, but firm. They carried the silence of survival, the weight of Partition, the austerity of sacrifice. They believed in saving, in self-reliance, in simplicity.

They didn’t teach us how to be “free” in the modern sense.But they taught us how to hold values when the world around you is in flux.

From them, we inherited:

Discipline without force
Nationalism without noise
Sacrifice without seeking credit

They handed us a country that was raw, idealistic, and barely functional — but it was ours. And that meant everything.

THE BUILDDERS WHO RAISED US

We grew up in a nation of builders. Not social media celebrities. Not startup icons. But real, resolute nation-makers.

We were shaped by:

Field Marshal Sam Manekshaw — who showed us how leadership looks when it's calm, sharp, and rooted in honour.
Verghese Kurien — who proved milk could move mountains and farmers could drive revolutions.
Ratan Tata — who made ethical business look elegant, long before ESG became a buzzword.
Homi Bhabha & Vikram Sarabhai — who made Indian science daring, not just disciplined.
Amitabh Bachchan — the voice of our restlessness, our silent rage, our deep resilience.

They weren't preaching. They were living examples.

And from their lives, we borrowed ambition — not loud, but long-term.

WHAT WE WANTED vs WHAT WE GOT

We wanted to build an India that could stand shoulder to shoulder with the world.

An India that was confident, not cautious. Innovative, not imitative.

We didn’t need luxury. We wanted dignity.

We weren’t chasing foreign validation. We were trying to restore Indian self-belief.

But somewhere in the machinery of the State, our dreams got filtered through:

Red tape
Corruption
Political dynasties
Bureaucratic arrogance
Socialist stagnation
And later, capitalist confusion

We weren’t disillusioned immediately. But over time, we began to ask:Is this what we fought for? Is this what we were supposed to inherit?

OUR GOLDEN YEARS ARE NOT QUIET YEARS

Today, we are between 60 and 75.Some call these the golden years. But we know gold isn’t always shiny — sometimes it’s heavy.

We live with a strange mix:

Pride at how far India has come
Disappointment at how much was lost in translation
Hope in the youth
Disgust at the noise
Satisfaction that we survived
And clarity — that the next chapter still needs our voice

We’re not bitter. We’re just not silent anymore.

WE CARRY CIVILIZATION IN OUR VEINS

You can call us old-school, but we still believe in:

Shraddha (deep reverence)
Dharma (moral duty)
Swabhimaan (self-respect)

We don’t flaunt it. But it’s what carried us through — the timeless values of Indian Civilization, not as religion, but as resilience.

We understand where India went wrong. But more importantly — we understand what India must protect as it grows.

And no algorithm can teach that.

OUR MESSAGE TO THE NEXT GENERATIONS

We don’t want to lecture you.

We just want you to know — we were here before anyone Googled.

We fought our battles without hashtags.

We built things before valuations mattered. And we believed in India — not because it was perfect, but because it was possible.

So take what we built — and build better.

But don’t throw away the soul.

Because that soul kept us alive long enough to tell this story.

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