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Sometimes I encounter remarks which go like “You were such a brilliant student, I always thought you would go places” (with an undertone that implies that I haven’t do too well for myself)or “you were always so ambitious in life, we never thought you would be sitting at home doing nothing” or even worse, “I still remember seeing you push through crowded platforms and even more crowded trains, staying up late at office to finish that one agreement and yet arriving the next day on time, impeccably dressed, pity it’s all a waste now!” And all this comes out without the slightest provocation!
Awkward moments like these leave me without a suitable retort. The un-asked for observations actually leave me confused as to the intention of the person who makes them. Was that a compliment or a condemnation? Was it to highlight my past glory or to disappriove of my present state of affairs? At times I go as far as doubting my well wisher’s self-esteem and assume the words were uttered out of sheer inferiority complex.
Now, if only I had the courage to confront and clear the ambiguity that surrounded my talents and preferences, there wouldn’t be so much to write about.
The truth was, I had never liked any kinds of figures, be it accounts or maths or statistics. The reason I still excelled in all the subjects was because of an excellent memory, it was construed as an indication to my interest but numbers or commerce was never a future I saw myself pursuing. I suffered the horrible commute because we needed the money to buy a house; actually, dressing up impeccably was the only part of the job I liked. And yes, I was always very ambitious, still am, but the determination extended to a lot of things beyond earning money.
I do not take offence to the observation or even the opinion for that matter; it is the lack of sensitivity in its portrayal that makes me mad. I do still try to look at the positive belief that might have tempted people to unconsciously humiliate me by questioning my choices.
I would like to think that they saw or still see potential in me and that subdues the feeling of indignation to an extent. Obviously a person with any kind of talent is no good if he or she lets it go down the drain. If you have it in you, you must do something about it. Your skill must fetch you rewards, fame, occupation or recognition, if not all, atleast one of them. In the minds of many, it is just how it should happen; any kind of deviation immediately screams failure to them.
Potential, however is just one part of the puzzle. A key component to those judgmental utterances is perception. It is what that other person THOUGHT you were good at or liked to do or would end up doing. The synopsis of your entire life that comes out of somebody else’s mouth accompanied by a sigh or a look of disbelief is nothing more but a combined idea of what that person thought you were capable of and what he or she believed should have come out of that ability. Ordinarily it wouldn’t be such a bad thing, except for that people don’t really know you as well as they think they do.
The last and the missing part that completes the puzzle is gross unaccountability of time that has passed and the changes that came with it. The clock ticks, circumstances change and people evolve. Surely, a wise person would not hold on to an image for so long; it would be like presenting a 10 year old’s passport bearing the photograph of when she was an infant, to the immigration officer.
I know, this analysis may sound to a few like a scorned woman’s retaliation and honestly I wish that was the case. Because it would mean I want those very things that I have been accused of leaving behind. It would also mean that I desire to achieve those heights my critics generously dream of seeing me reach. In all, if that were true and if indeed this was a reprisal, it would be every bit motivating and nothing less.
No, this is the weight of the potential and perception of people around me that hesitates to be vocal and therefore finds itself on paper. It is the unsaid response to the impetuous verdict which has written me off, as if because I did not do what they expected me to, my life is over. And this is the secret smile I try hard to suppress as I pretend to hear what they have to say, because their words do not make me reconsider or want a life other than the kind I am living right now.
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Well said Gauri. Glad you had the courage to write openly about it. Enjoyed reading your post.
Whoever said that stay at home moms waste their time, energy and potential? I can think of many who gave up lucrative careers to be at home being pillars of strength to the husband taking off a lot of load from his mind. I also know of others who pursued demanding careers and could not do justice to their homes or career.
It is an individual’s right to decide how much responsibility one can cope with and happily do whatever one wishes to do. Others do not have a say in it.
Good you came out with what you wished to say.
Loved reading your post. From my own experiences, such comments do not matter as much from outside people as much as they do if they are coming from people we consider close or expect them to understand us. Sometimes makes me wonder how much do we really know about people around us. Seems like our identities just get enmeshed in the relationship tags, responsibilities and life events defined by society (education,job,marriage,kids) and nobody cares to see or understand the real selves.
Very well written, very perceptive and very apt!
Gauri , very well penned. In the process of being a stay at home mom, we might have missed or lost a few things which come in the accomplishment list of few people, but in the end. its is WORTH IT and most Rewarding ….:)
I loved reading your post. It’s really sad to find people with mindset that if you get first ranks then you’re going to be sitting on top of the universe.. How many of those have had the guts to say ‘this is my passion and i’ll stick to it’.. no matter what the interest is. We all think about pleasing others with our choices for the wrong reasons without knowing how it’d affect us.. But its such a waste to make people understand.. so its better to jus keep continuing our good work.
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