I belong to the era famously known as the Baby Boomers. But now, I’m neither a baby nor a boomer to foresee any growth or boom.
Along with millions across the globe, I’m of the generation that was born in the 40s to 60s, did our schooling from the 50s to 70s, and started settling down from mid-70s to 80s with jobs, careers, marriages, homes, children, some adventures, some risks, wise, dumb and ludicrous moves, etc. By the time we entered the new millennium, we had already earned a PhD in life.
Time didn’t just pass; it sprinted. And here we are in 2025, looking back at a world that has shape-shifted faster than a sci-fi movie plot.
We’ve lived through it all—radios that crackled with AM stations to black-and-white, remote-less TVs with rabbit-ear antennas, all the way to today’s 4K smart TVs that are smarter than most of us. The internet arrived, bringing knowledge, information, misinformation, and videos in equal measure.
Writing? We started with ink-dipped pens, then fountain pens that dribbled like babies, ballpoints that saved our sleeves, and now, voice-to-text that lets our phones do the talking.
Riding through history? We’ve gone from horseback to horse-drawn tongas, from bicycles to scooters, motorcycles, cars, and finally, planes that now seem to spend more time grounded due to “technical difficulties.”
And communication? We whispered sweet nothings over operator-assisted, fully throated with long-distance calls, and sent telegrams that were as expensive as they were brief. Now, we video-call family members who still ask, “Can you hear me?” even when the picture is crystal clear.
From typewriters to touchscreens, from waiting weeks for letters to sending instant emojis—we have not just witnessed change; we have lived every single upgrade, often needing a manual (or a grandchild) to figure it out!
Perhaps nobody of any generation has seen, literary lived and witnessed every dimension of life with such rapid changes as we, the Baby Boomer elderlies, have.
Pic. taken by Rita.
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