Dolly had gone to Amity University, Noida, some months ago. It was an `Orientation' for Arts students. Just as she was leaving, a young girl, Tanu, came to her. " But what should I do if I am in this course because I couldn't get admission elsewhere? Should I quit and face the fear of remaining without a College degree? Or should I stay and pursue a course I never wanted to do, a profession I did not want to follow?"
Dolly was stumped. How different it was when she was growing up. Anguish was marginal. You just did the course so that your aspirational upper middle class family could say you were a " Convent--educated graduate" . Shaadi ke liye accha qualification hain. Some social contacts, some good taste in clothes, correct English accent aur koi IAS wala shaadi kar lega. A businessman maybe, or some feudal lord who needed good genes, fair skin, a pretty face to bear his progeny.
Yes, there was this circumscribed life ahead, a lakshman rekha, that quite curiously and conversely made life simpler and easier. You never discovered yourself enough to want to express it. Sometimes there wasn't that much to express.
Now everyone needed to know who they were. Tanu's problem was real--what if she didn't want to be an artist----
Well, time for Dolly's walk at Humayun's Tomb--to sort this out---
Dolly was stumped. How different it was when she was growing up. Anguish was marginal. You just did the course so that your aspirational upper middle class family could say you were a " Convent--educated graduate" . Shaadi ke liye accha qualification hain. Some social contacts, some good taste in clothes, correct English accent aur koi IAS wala shaadi kar lega. A businessman maybe, or some feudal lord who needed good genes, fair skin, a pretty face to bear his progeny.
Yes, there was this circumscribed life ahead, a lakshman rekha, that quite curiously and conversely made life simpler and easier. You never discovered yourself enough to want to express it. Sometimes there wasn't that much to express.
Now everyone needed to know who they were. Tanu's problem was real--what if she didn't want to be an artist----
Well, time for Dolly's walk at Humayun's Tomb--to sort this out---
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