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Tuesday, May 26, 2009

What shall I be ?

I used to have this CBT(maybe NBT) book titled "What shall I be". It was one of my favourites in the bygone days when I had more hair and less opinions. A young kid ponders over the various kinds of professions he can take up, typically the jobs of an engineer, doctor, astronaut and a few other stuff. And typically the father advises him to study hard for the moment and do the dreaming later. And typically I hated the father. The jobs I never intended to pursue were that of the doctor and engineer. The Doctor set I used to have as a child singularly failed to fascinate me. And I suspect most kids just liked the syringe injecting part in the doctors profession (provided it is not injected into them). A Gandhian disdain for violence and the absence of a good syringe in my doctor set meant that I never fancied myself as a doctor. Engineer...ah... I never managed to even build a chair using my mechanical set. So engineering was out of question. I probably wanted to be an astronaut to escape the boredom of school. But after school I realised that it was hard work. And proceeding in this manner I exhausted all the opprtunties listed in the book. Period.

As I grew up I began having problems with the rhetorical question. Why should what shall I be, be a question regards profession? I felt it was typical of a middle class Indian's obsession with Work. Thomas Friedmann may be in awe about how Indians don't mind working for 100 hours a week...I am not. Born in South, into what considers itself an upwardly mobile community, I have generally been an odd man out. I mean I was pretty hard working at an age when boys consider it girlish to study well. My zeal for knowledge was high and I did fairly well in sports too. But the paradise was lost during class 11 and class 12. My friends got serious about studies and post school life, while I became more of a rebel. And by choosing to do physics and ignoring engineering altogether, I became offically an outcaste. After three to four years of being an outcaste, I scraped through into IIT. And lo and behold my social status improved atleast ten-fold. But then I was back to doing what i did best, rebelling and theorising even as my academics went downhill. But my English and Analytical mediocrity got me into one of India's leading software companies. I took the job because my physics was somewhere down the hill out of sight. But then a year of being the "cream of the cream" as the HR used to call us (nasty sense of humour you know), took its toll on me and I quit to rejoin physics. But even that did not happen without me taking a detour into wildlife conservation, a course I should have pursued, but dropped out at the last moment (intha maari nerangalthaan arivu irukkana santhegam varathu..). Till 25, I was firm believer in Sarah Harding's comment in Crichton's Lost World, "You never know what you want to be till you are 25". But then 25 came and went and even after an year I was still wondering what i would like to do all my life. Money failed to motivate me. I had zero ambition. I live in the present and do not intend accummulate for my grandson. You may choose to call it zest for socialism or plain laziness.

That being the short history of my adventures in choosing a job, I am still stuck with the question, what shall I be. Of course I fancy writing. The fly in the ointment is that the literary world does not reciprocate my feeling. So as the literary cognoscenti continue to ignore me, I am forced to look for jobs elsewhere. Maybe you can help me get one. Here is the criteria. 8 hours of work per day. Five days a week only. No boss required. And that is a necessary condition. Performance should not be rated. Prefer to live on campus. Access to libraries and books is a necessary condition. Work skills involve ability to sleep well and argue and moralise on topics on which I am not particularly moral about. Salary is negotiable as long as the food is free. TV and other recreational sources not required. An outlet for self expression is a must. Now maybe the smart folks who glean some inspiration from this blog can help me find a job with that profile. While at it, maybe you people can find out whether there are any "Head of State" vacancies.

9 Comments:

At 31/5/09 16:57, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hmm, so you have completed your thesis ?

 
At 1/6/09 11:07, Blogger mutRupuLLi said...

Well actually no, a few more months to go.....There is in everyone's PhD a time when he/she certainly wonders why on earth they decided to a PhD. Further there is also a time when one has to decide what one should do after PhD. Simply put, "To waste or not to waste" public money is the question. For me both the above scenarios are occurring more or less together. Hence the post.

 
At 1/6/09 13:40, Blogger dagalti said...

I think there is an RKN story of a man who spends his fortieth birthday in a park (not going to work) thinking of how nothing has actually changed in his life and just that he has grown older. Somehow RKN made it sound like a happy realization. I am hunting for that story.

Lovely post mutruppuLLi. Nostalgic and confession spurring, I must say. So blame yourself for this most elaborate ditto.

June '00
Q: Why econ after PCM ?
A: I hate physics
Three years of being looked at with eyes of pity by uncles who assumed what a calamity had befallen my parents

Jun 03
Q:What now ?
A: Masters in Econ I guess
Q: Why ? You love it so much ?
A: Hmm... actually I learnt squat these three years so I am trying to justify by the same

Jun 05
Q: What now ?
A: I like this reading and writing stuff. Perhaps I can hang out for a year and learn something, use the library, guided reading. Write a paper... I think I wan to be an academic (somehow supposed to be more respectable to say that at 22 when it had no stronger basis than the kindergarten astronaut fancy - to get paid for reading and writing, what could be better !)

Prof: Am on a sabbatical this year. Take a job and apply for a PhD someplace. I'll write you a reco


Jul 05: I am in the corporate gring. Or so you think you poor fellows. I am just parking myself for a year and then I am off to climes that better suit my intellectual inclinations

Dec 05: It is not that bad... I mean do I love Econ so for a PhD ? etc

Jan 06: Nice scholarship settles argument. Tie hair pull mountain. Nothing to lose.

Aug 06: Find hairless man in a cold distant country's university basement lab, rewriting a thesis he started six years ago

Dec 06
Grad secratary: You can't take 'Introduction to Epistemology' as an allied paper
Me: ..They do some Bayes theorem there so it can be taken as the required statistics credit
GS: No it can't.
Me: (to myself)Well, it was worth a shot


Apr 07
Location: One of the distant nations biggest libraries. Comparative Religions section. Secluded and ideal to talk on phone

Me: Can I have my job back ?


Jun 07

Q: Why are you back to this ? Don't you like doing xyz
A: yeah but if you do what you like, professional disfascination sets in. Its better to bake bread separately and think of xyz in my free time.
Q: Two questions
A: yes
Q: What is free time ?
A: Ah touché. Next question..
Q: Do you know what xyz is ?
A: Not exactly. I'll figure it out when I grow up.

 
At 1/6/09 16:32, Blogger mutRupuLLi said...

dagalti,
Itha appadiye blog ezhuthalame...
Quiet funny.... :)

"but if you do what you like, professional disfascination sets in"....

that is very true......I have always admired amateurs...They probably get more fun sometimes...

 
At 1/6/09 19:44, Blogger dagalti said...

Thanks mutruppuLLi. I posted an embellished version there.

I particularly enjoyed the 'obsession with work' observation in your post. On a serious note one is always regimented to believe one is a queue to 'become' something. That the student phase, childhood etc is one long preparation. That angle can get a painfully acute.

 
At 1/6/09 22:50, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think the main problem is that we are default signatories to master plans of parents, relatives, etc, a plan which we at the time of signing were never qualified to evaluate. It's KaiNaattu explotation of the worst kind. You hear stories of Abroginies and other natives signing away vast tracts of land under the influence of alcohol to organisers. We sign away our freedom under an intoxicating mixture of blind trust, familial love, and a feeling of indebtedness (that has no ending).

 
At 1/6/09 22:51, Anonymous Anonymous said...

oops, I meant colonisers, not organisers in my last comment. Summa flow vanduchu, adichu vitten :-)

 
At 3/6/09 10:14, Blogger mutRupuLLi said...

BNB,
Schools and teachers also need to be blamed for the persistence of the "aatu mandhai" mentality in us. The physics HOD in my Bachelors used to ask us to not do physics and take up a software job. I mean even if he was so pissed off with his job and the pay, there is something called integrity..the least he could do is not discourage others..Probably students should be encouraged to not take their teachers seriously.

 
At 3/6/09 10:17, Blogger mutRupuLLi said...

That also reminds me of the scene in "Katradhu Tamizh"...the Tamizh prof becoming peeved that jeeva takes up Tamil major. Could associate with that a lot.

 

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