Shobhit Modi was like any other young man in a Delhi mall. Tissot watch, check. iPhone, check. Chauffeur-driven car, check. That was till he was stabbed to death just outside his posh South Delhi apartment on May 5 and became another statistic for the National Crime Records Bureau. Soon, we,Shobhit Modi was like any other young man in a Delhi mall. Tissot watch, check. iPhone, check. Chauffeur-driven car, check. That was till he was stabbed to death just outside his posh South Delhi apartment on May 5 and became another statistic for the National Crime Records Bureau. Soon, we had a police narrative of his life that went thus: He had more than one girl’s number on his phone. Was he a two-timing Casanova? He occasionally sniffed glue as many boys do in posh schools. Was he part of a drug cartel?Only his family knows the truth, and in this day and age of aggressive individualism, perhaps not even they. But anyone who remembers the initial police narrative on Aarushi Talwar’s murder will hear the echoes. Here was a girl who chatted with her friends, many of them boys, till late in the night. Who was allowed the freedom to go out with her friends unescorted. Who was left unsupervised by a known adult for some part of the day.There is no doubt that there is a clash of civilisations. What one class thinks is indulgent enabling is parental duty for others. What one class believes are luxuries are necessities of metropolitan adolescence. The class that investigates the murder invariably has no comprehension of the lifestyle of the murdered. How can a student with no known source of income afford an expensive phone or daily visits with friends to a mall? Or how can a young girl, barely 14, have so many friends on Facebook who are boys? For that one would have to explain how buying a phone is considered a rite of passage in an affluent adolescent’s life. And how having Facebook friends is a marker of one’s existence. If you don’t have them, you are a non-person.advertisementThese are issues that even the most educated parents are grappling with. And don’t even ask about sexual experimentation and recreational drug abuse. Neither our teachers, who still treat sex education like an embarrassing relative who has to be wheeled out at family functions, nor parents, who cannot even begin to count the ways children find to get high on intoxicants, are prepared for this universe. It’s not surprising. Our police officials see the worst of human behaviour.They see parents who kill their daughters for their izzat, men who set their wives on fire for dowry, and children who are routinely sexually abused. They are also now seeing gigantic financial frauds using the most sophisticated legal advice, murders arising out of cyber bullying, and teenage crime related to drugs and sex. A particularly repulsive movie recently, Luv Ka The End, aimed at the so-called youth demographic, had its hero being part of a Billionaire Boys Club. Their sport? Putting their sexual encounters online and winning points. The highest, 1,000 points, was for bedding a virgin. To use the wonderfully expressive terms of this generation. Eww. Indeed. But don’t be surprised to see it playing at a home near you.