Saturday, March 09, 2013

I think I fucked up


            Those were the exact words I thought of as I hopped on to the elliptical at the gym today. I finally finished reading the book that I had bought quite some time ago, January 8th, 2011 to be specific, but did not start reading until now. It is the personal account of someone, an ordinary human, ordinary like you and me, no superpowers or magic absolutely, who tours South America on his bike. You know, some books and movies and places and people connect with you, and some don’t. As I read chapter after chapter, at home, in my lab, sometimes at the gym, and even at Chipotle, I realized that it is not about him, his journey, his book, or his experiences anymore. At some point in time, without my realizing it, it had become everything about me, my life, and my aspirations. And I realized that I have fucked up big time. Really big time.

            When I was in my early twenties, I realized that I was getting inherently unhappy about the way my life was turning out. My father wanted to marry me off after college, with some “well settled” guy, and be done with his responsibilities. Discussions about potential grooms at home made me feel the insecurity to my core. I was still in college, barely earning anything and dependent on my parents, and that would make me panic. I don’t mean to make monsters out of my parents, they are absolutely normal people whom I love and adore; they mean the world to me. However, I was unable to convey to them that this is not the life I wanted for myself.

            I wanted to see the world. Not on a dependent visa or using my husband’s money, but by myself.

            I realized that the only way I could achieve this was through education. I loved to study, I loved my books, I loved the subjects, but I was never really an academic. Never wrote the engineering or medical entrance exams, never prepared for CAT, no IITJEE, nothing. PhD was so not my thing. It was meant for the bright and brilliant, not me. However, I realized that if I wanted to get away, getting admission into an American university (with full funding of course) would be my passport and my visa to freedom. The problem was that I had absolutely no idea how to walk that path. No seniors, no role models, no one in the family, not even in college. Talking about mediocre background, it is as mediocre as it could get.

            Soon, I started networking with students who had made it. I started saving money from the tuitions I gave. I started secretly preparing for the GRE. I got myself a membership at the American Center. I did not tell anyone about it at home.

            Two years later when I made it, I told my dad the news, and he laughed out aloud. It had taken him a few days to get convinced that I was serious, and I was leaving. He said that he will not be able to fund my education. I told him that I had taken care of all of it. When he realized that I was serious and I was determined, all hell broke loose. He got angry, he was mad, and then he tried being nice, and coaxed me and convinced me into not going. He told me that if I loved America so dearly, he will find me someone to marry and I can go with him. That was exactly the life I was running away from. It was not the lure of America. It was the lure of freedom.

            When I left for the US, I promised myself certain things. And this book made me realize how I had not kept my promises.

            I had promised myself that I will never grow roots. Instead, I will grow wings. I will live and study and work in all the continents one by one, for five years max. That made it 30 years, 35 if you count Antarctica (I did not). In America, I grew more disillusioned with the people around me, Indians who struggled to get work authorization and green cards. People who talked about the million dollar homes they bought and the cars they drove. They complained about their children not speaking Bengali at home, or their parents not understanding why they could not move back. Their greatest dilemma in life was perhaps whether to buy a BMW or an Audi as a second car. I absolutely (with a capital A) did not want to end up like one of them. I was a citizen of the world. I was getting myself a world class education that few can afford to. My education was my gateway to freedom.

            However I did not realize that with time, I became like one of them.  The more I tried not to become like them, I became like them. I stopped growing wings. I started growing roots instead.

            The ease and predictability of American life grew on me. When I finished my masters in Seattle, I found a job there and promised myself that I will never move out of Seattle. When I lost my job, I reapplied for the PhD program in Seattle. Thank God they rejected me and I had to move. And thank God I learned to drive. It’s not that I did not have my moments. Unemployed and penniless, I lived in other people’s homes. Not once did I say to myself, “Screw you America, I am leaving.”

            I got into the PhD program a second time at the opposite coast now. This time, I wanted to push myself, drive cross country (alone), spend time with myself, and see this country. But a few weeks before that, a freak accident happened on the streets of Sicily and I tore a ligament on my left foot while backpacking Europe. I got scared. I shipped my car and took a flight. What I did not tell myself is, one does not even need the left leg to be able to drive an automatic car.

            Soon, I saved up enough money to be able to go backpacking again. I walked the streets of Lisbon, stayed at hostels in Paris, and dreamed of seeing more. I was happy being poor and living on bread and seeing things that my family will never see. However, I never told myself that I can give up what I have and move into a new country and start from scratch. I was just too afraid to let go.

            American employment market has tested me once, and it is testing me again. Now that I am about to graduate in a few months and am looking for a job, I realize what a painful situation it is. I am ready to go work in small towns of Nebraska and Idaho and Tennessee (which I would hate I know), but never told myself that I have an option to bail out. Nothing has worked out for me yet, and it scares me. I am scared that I will not find a job in America, and then I will have to start afresh. Whatever happened to that young girl who wanted to live and work in every continent. Now that I think about it, if I cannot get a job after my PhD here, screw you America, it’s your loss, not mine. I wonder why I haven’t said this aloud yet.

            As I look around me, I realize that over the years, I amassed a lot of things I can do without. When I moved to Virginia, the first thing I did was buy myself a $600 bed (which is sinfully splurging for student standards). During my unemployment, I had slept on sleeping bags and other people’s homes, and now I wanted to assure myself that it is all fine. As a result every time I think of moving again, I wonder how can I move my bed with me, since I spent so much money buying it (see how material possessions tie you down?). I bought furniture and other assorted stuff and now I don’t want to give it all up. I was even dreaming of buying a black BMW once I have worked for a few years and can afford it, for the only reason being that my adviser drives one. My silver sedan drives perfectly fine and we have gone places over the years. However, the bed and the furniture and the car are ways in which I was subconsciously developing roots here. I could have saved all this money and done another backpacking trip someplace new. But I did not. I started everything I wanted, and then left half way. I wanted to learn to dance, and I started Salsa, but gave up after level 2. I wanted to learn Tango, but never did. I wanted to learn different languages so that I could travel, but only ended up learning rudimentary Tamil. When a friend of mine (an Indian who lives in the US) went on a work trip to China, he fell in love with that place, made friends, learned the language, and then after a few years, convinced his company into posting him there permanently. I have seen Indians fall in love with America, but never seen Indians fall in love with China.

            Reading this book brought back the painful realization that I did not become who I had wanted to become.

            Somehow in between all this, I turned 31, and stopped taking chances, taking risks. The pressure for marriage grew exponentially, this time not from my family (my mother insists that married or single, I should be what keeps me happy and out of trouble), but from my friends and society. Of the most recent among hundreds of such stories, some friends are trying to hook me up with a Bengali guy who works at a nearby bank. A good friend of mine was telling me the other day how she knows someone who knows someone’s someone who was single until 40, and then she met someone and married him in 3 months, pronouncing that I still had hope. My close friends started to look at my single status as a disability, not a way of life I have consciously chosen for myself because I have not found anyone who is like me, and I am not willing to compromise. I don’t think these friends mean bad. I just think that I am keeping the wrong company.

            Anyway, I realize that I need some soul searching. I need to break free of this cycle. I need to uproot myself again and take on new challenges. Maybe I will go back to school again and study something I have always wanted to. Maybe I will start taking Tango lessons. Maybe I will start to see the world again, although I have no idea how with the meager amount of savings I have. I feel sorry that at some point, I gave up on myself. I failed myself. Being accepted by others and the sense of security became more important for me. When I was younger and inexperienced, I had more hopes, more dreams, and more courage. I have no idea how I lost that person in me, or how to find her again.

            I thought of all this as I worked out furiously, with a vengeance, a building anger in me. And I lost track of time. Usually I have difficulty burning 730 calories in an hour. Today, I burnt 830.3 calories, without even timing myself.

sunshine

8 comments:

Padmanabhan said...

Your 'fucked up' is greater than most people's 'achievements'.

Most people don't even dare to attempt to live the life they want. Denial is easier. So, no matter whether you win or lose, in my books, you are already in a different league. So, be easy on yourself :)

Alpine Path said...

One of your best posts - I feel the same way and am scared shitless when I think deeply about it. I try to break free at times but end up giving up - would love to see your journey & hope that gives me the same courage that your journey to US for MS gave me. Yup! Your stories about MS in US gave strength to my decision to move :) Good luck gal!!

Alpine Path said...

One of your best posts - I feel the same way and am scared shitless when I think deeply about it. I try to break free at times but end up giving up - would love to see your journey & hope that gives me the same courage that your journey to US for MS gave me. Yup! Your stories about MS in US gave strength to my decision to move :) Good luck gal!!

Chandni said...

To have the courage to analyse your life and tear it to pieces is commendable. It is the first step towards growth and is surely a good sign :) I really enjoyed the honest post!

[Stumbled upon your blog accidentally and I am glad I did. I think one goes through the phase of wanting to grow wings, an then the phase of wanting to grow roots. One can do both, it should not be a choice. A tree grows deep roots but stretches its branches to great heights,budding into leaves and shedding them in a cycle of growth and change. Perhaps what the challenge is to try to decipher the need of the Time and Place you find yourself in, and then decide.]

the.orchestra.of.life said...

I think you should not blame yourself. It is not you but the lifestyle in the US of A which has such strong influences.
This was exactly the reason why I never moved to that place, no matter how hard my friends and relatives pushed me to move there, how good the job being offered was, no matter what the circumstances were.

sunshine said...

Padmanabhan, you have a knack of saying things that make me feel so much better :)

Alpine Path, what? My stories gave you the strength to move? Why did I not know of this? :)

Chandni, welcome to the blog, and thank you :)

the.orchestra.of.life, what we become if what we make of our lives. Why blame US? Why blame anyone or anything at all? Naah, I think I need a program reboot :)

Dew said...

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