‘Plain’ B.A


I tilted the freshly washed ‘dekchi pot’ made of stainless steel. The few droplets of water still clinging to the lustrous skin of the steel glided down lazily like young housewives after the day’s unending chores.

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Ah! My reflection.

I observed my perfect geometrically round face; my lips- overshadowed by an outline of accumulated water along the curved base of the shiny utensil- creating the haphazard illusion of a human smile. Noticing the satire on my gloomy mood, I chose to subject myself to a few more innocent moments of playful observation- meddling with the poor inanimate thing that might have chosen to rest after a fresh bath. After a few lonely moments of self admiration, I forced my mother to take a look at my discovery of the abstract image. However I found my busy mother least interested, thus depriving me of my artistic joy harbored on the behest of idleness.

It never occurred to me why I couldn’t enslave myself to the much privileged class of study in our education system- the arithmetic. Not that I have been enough faithful to ‘ them’, both the curvaceous ‘8’ and ‘6’ nor the tall and slender ‘1’ could have their much gimmicked charm upon me.

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In fact I found the Sun, nothing else but the neighborhood guy tangled within self conflict. ‘He’ (can be otherwise read as ‘helium’) juggles within himself a million outbursts of internal commotion, failing to recognize the blinding effect it has on the entire galaxy.

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This capacity to look at ‘normal’ objects with a so-called ‘abnormal’ edge of the eye is something quite inbred in us –the students of Arts.

However, one fine evening, a well read friend of mine made a rhetorical statement to which I found my very foundation a subject to merciless scrutiny. Being an Indian, it becomes almost inevitable to break free from the bondage of spice and palate. Just like the age old reliability on ‘arranged’ marriage and ‘spicy’ item numbers , my dear friend had fallen prey to the earthly values of ‘arrangement’ of words.

The phrase ‘plain B.A’– was all that had been blurted out..

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Poor me!

I suddenly felt like a spoon full of well smoothed white batter poured on the even slimy surface of a fuming Indian tawa, just to be ignored as ‘plain’ B.A on the latest menu card of a South Indian restaurant. Gibbering with self mockery at my status compared to the ‘masala’B. Tech, ‘spicy’ B.Sc and ‘Continental ‘M.B.B.S , I suddenly felt unnoticed in the glossy menu chart of the social group.

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The question that has kept bewildering me since then is:

HOW DO I ADD ‘MASALA’ TO MY HARD EARNED DEGREE?

With due respect, after a long research on the various fields and genres of academic study, I had to accept my defeat. Here it goes:

I failed to please thee , my friend! 

The old stout neighborhood aunt finds my degree of Arts -‘plain’ (P.S she is advised low calorie intakes though) .However my Argus’ eyes have well concealed the count of ‘improvement’ papers she had to pay for her ‘engineer’ son.Image

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7 thoughts on “‘Plain’ B.A

  1. I have a BA and a MA and almost a PhD and yet there is so much I do not know. I envy your youth and your goals. Keep them and realize it all matters to what you are and not what others want you to be. Time can be used in many directions and how you use it is the most important thing in life.

  2. The arts are often a lonely road and one I feared to tread most of my life. I do so now at an age far greater than yours. I won’t tread in regrets, but I will celebrate the choices you’ve made. If it’s an artistic path that draws you, then follow it, embrace it. You aren’t plain by any measure, but instead a flower at that moment before the sun embraces. The degrees of which you speak are worthy one and all, but it is the arts that touch our souls. With no boss, supervisor, or manager to scream in your ear you must make your way through the forest where self-doubt too often lurks. You, Sridhi, are strong within and will navigate that forest. I’ve no doubt about that. 🙂

    • People like you are inspiration for all. Christina, I am not a famous writer but all the writers across the globe have one thing in common. The love for the minute details of the world around us and an eye of the critic makes us earthly and so divine at the same time.A little bit of appreciation is enough to boost up our spirit. I am glad you accepted my request and stopped by to read my articles. Really thankful to you. 🙂 You made my day!

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