Literature! Are you serious?
How does one go to a new school in the ninth standard,
only to be told that one has to study parts of the eighth standard portions as
well? Not very happily, I must confess, because that was the situation I walked
into a school in Kerala to complete my ninth and tenth.
Since the text books were all new, a couple of tuition teachers
were arranged for me, so that they could try and knock some sense into my head.
Which is exactly what happened! I had an amazingly strict master to teach me
Maths and Physics, and a holy terror he was too, because he was slated to be
the next Headmaster of a boys’ school. He would come at the dot of six in the evening,
spend exactly two hours with me, and leave me feeling quite knowledgeable, for
a change. Not surprisingly, my highest marks were in Physics, followed by
Mathematics, a fact that made my parents quite swoon!
On the other hand, my Biology Master would come at nine
in the night after a gruelling day at school, at a time when I had also eaten a
sumptuous dinner, and we would sit in the study. His son was also in my class
and both of us would study together. The first bout would start with our Master
yawning deeply while he opened the text book, to point out the portion he
wanted us to follow.
When the results came, my masters were ecstatic, as all
the knocks and the swotting had ensured that I got really good marks.
“Now it is time for you to take your first step towards
Medicine!” said my Physics Master, twirling his moustache proudly. Had I not
topped my class in Physics? My Biology Master followed suit. “You will find the
PCM (Physics-Chemistry-Mathematics) Group a cakewalk!” he said.
That is when I shocked them out of their wits! “But I
do not want to take the Second Group!” I proclaimed boldly. “And I will never
take up Medicine!”
“Don’t you want to be a doctor?” quavered my Biology
Master, quite certain that his frequent knocks had quite addled my brain.
My decision was final. I would take the Humanities
Group, and then take up Literature for my Graduation! The expression on both
their faces was ludicrous. For a moment there was total silence, and then they
started a tirade that would have swayed anyone who had even the slightest inkling
towards Science.
Unfortunately for them, I was made of stronger mettle.
Literature it would be!
“Literature!” the disgust in my Physics Master’s tone
was palpable. “What will you do with Literature? There is no future in it? You
will not even get a job!”
“Besides, only duds and failures take up Literature!” came the other Master’s voice. “Or girls whose parents want to get them married off early!”
That was when I realized that this was the refrain I
would hear for years to come. There were classmates, who had taken up Math and
Science, who would walk up to me and ask, “Literature? Are you serious?” They
meant, “Are you crazy?”
My aunts and uncles, who were doctors, tried their luck
with me, but to no avail. I had nightmares in which I saw myself in a giant
operating theatre, with a scalpel in my hand. I would try and make a tentative
cut on the patient before me, but before I could do so, he would rise, bandaged
and bleeding, and come towards me like one of those monsters in a horror movie.
Finally my parents put their foot down.
Did I ever regret my decision? Not for one moment! “To
be or not to be” was never a dilemma with me.
I drowned myself
in the History of Language, and deciphered the strange tongue of Chaucer; my
heart skipped a beat as I unravelled the characters of Mr. Darcy, Heathcliff
and even Atticus Finch, and walked along the pastoral greens of Wordsworth and
Keats, the moors of Emily Bronte and the England of Dickens.
I rolled my tongue
around the accents of the Welsh bards, and dived into the voices of Twain and Hemingway,
loving every luxurious moment. I loved Oscar Wilde and Oliver Goldsmith, and when unwilling fellow litterateurs found tragedy in the comedies of Shakespeare, and were
caught in the rimes of Milton, I sympathized with them, for they would never
find the deep spring of joy that ran within the world of Literature.
Years after, I completed my post graduation in Literature,
my B.Ed in English and finally, did a course in Journalism. When I began
writing articles and stories in earnest, and published my first book in 2002,
people around me finally realized that I had been on the right track all along.
When my daughter also took up Humanities, life had come
round full circle. Luckily, by then, the world had moved on, and there was no
one around to ask, “Literature? Are you serious?”
Literature is bliss. I was an Arts student and enjoyed it:) Yeah, I hated Maths and the whole science thingy.
ReplyDeleteLiterature is certainly bliss, Ranveer! I am happy that I stuck to my guns! :)
DeleteSuperb! So glad you are living your dreams. I did very well in science, but I couldn't dream of being a doctor for the same reason you mentioned. Ugh! I never thought of literature as it was not in 'vogue' those days. It was commerce that was. I ended up doing B.Com. But writing was predestined for me it looks like. I happened to wangle a job with Mumbai Mirror and later with Web 18 (web arm of CNBC Group) and writing became my world. Writing a novel just happened out of the blue 15 years ago and I never looked back :D
ReplyDeleteWhen my kids took up arts (my elder one is a consultant for CSR and the younger one is a musician-guitarist) friends and neighbours thought my husband and I were crazy. Today, they wonder why they never thought of it ;)
Sundari, living one's dream is what everyone wants to do, but very few have the guts to do it. I am so glad that you found your writing platform at the right, or is it the 'write' time! And kudos to you and your husband for having allowed your kids to follow their dreams as well!
DeleteI sometimes wonder how different people have different skills altogether, and to curb anybody's dream is a sin. I myself have been a student of Arts after leaving sciences in two months but was not so inclined towards literature as to political science. Till now, when I am watching all the political discussions on TV or reading news about politics, my husband being an engineer wonders how I can enjoy the dirty politics of today, but I think it just comes naturally. I can't agree more to the fact that we should support our children in whatever career they want to pursue. Deepti, yes I would concur with Sundari Venkatraman's comment that you are living your dreams and that's so wonderful!
ReplyDeleteSavita, each to their own, I feel! If you enjoy politics, and Mr. Thapliyal has other interests, it is laudable that you both understand and support each other's likes. And we should never force our choices on our children. Than you for reading my post and commenting on it!
DeleteHehehe... I returned to literature after many maddening years with numbers. I did an MA in English literature after working for 10 years as an engineer. :p
ReplyDeleteKudos to you Deepti for being so clear about your dreams from such an young age.
Preethi, I can only say that you have had the best of both worlds - that of numbers and that of letters! :) Thanks so much for the read and the comment!
DeleteI'm so happy and proud that you made your dream come true. Absolutely the same reaction would have happened here in Sri Lanka. And even I in Germany earned some "you are crazy" looks when I didn't study medicine or law after graduating with flying colours.
ReplyDeleteDevika, hats off to you as well for having had the guts to not take medicine and dive into writing instead! :) Thank you for your lovely words!
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