Losing your Career

At some point of time, we all end up making career choices. Some by choice and others by chance and then there are others who forced into it a career. And a few years into a job, one's career skills are kind of set and you fall into a pattern. You can do certain stuff and unless one makes a dramatic career change, the new job will also involve the use of the same skill set.

Most of our friends are engineers and their skills involve typically use of specialized software and analytical stuff. Our doctors friends use a totally different skill set. But whatever it is one just keeps learning more and updating about their skills, acquiring new skills on the way up the career ladder. At times an MBA or an advanced degree is added.

So what happens, one fine day R wakes up and forgets all about designing steel structures? Well it is highly unlikely to happen. Worst come he has to get back to his basics and it sure will flow back to him in seconds. After all that is one thing he has been trained to do and does it for bring home the daily bread.

But what will happen if a professional singer loses his voice? or a dancer loses a leg? It is their profession and for years that is what they are trained to do. What are their other options? What will V do if she realizes she cannot be an environmental engineer any more?

This is a question that has been haunting me for the past few days. Professional artists of any artform, or sportspeople relay on their body to sustain themselves. What about them? What are their options? I am sure there are many such people around the world, what do they end up doing? Do they not feel bitter, angry at themselves and at the world? Do they ever keep abreast with their contemprories in their field or do they walk away from it forever? Do they miss it? Is it like a physcial ache, not being able to perform? What do they feel?

Under the shade of the banyan tree

V writes,

Thinking back to my growing up years, whenever I meet a stranger or meet one of my parent's friends at a store or the library or somewhere around, I always introduced myself as, V - daughter of so and so and it was my identity. And immediately the uncle or aunty to who I was introducing myself would warm up and add so you are Prof.SN's granddaughter! I was blessed with a famous and well-recoganized grandfather. And I used it to my advantage many a times.

It has been a negative at times too. I remember this incident in college, I was having an oral examination at one of my civil engineering labs and I was unable to answer some question and hence was blabbering nonsense to get away and my examiner goes sarcastically, "so you are Prof.SN's granddaughter and you don't know this answer" (well just coz my grandfather was the expert on the topic I cannot be expected to be the same!)

I even remember an incidence when someone told me I should stop calling myself Prof. SN's grandaughter as I was then a grand old age of 18 and it was time I stopped living under the shade of the banyan tree - my grandfather. And I told the person (a much-older and much-respectable person) that I was just a branch of the tree and I can never survive without being connected to the root. I was proud to be identified as so and so's granddaughter and daughter! It was my luck I had these people in my life and I will never be ashamed to admit that I am their off-spring.

Till the past 3-4 years, I always was so and so daughter and Prof.SN's granddaughter. And then suddenly I was in a new country establishing my own identity. Today I introduce myself, as V - no references. People know me as me. I was considered grown-up. And today I just introduce myself as V and if I meet one of R's friends, I add I am R's wife. The change never occured to me till last Friday. It is one of those things in life that just happen and you never realize it happens.

Last Friday, I just finish my rehersal for my big program on Saturday and one of my dance friend's dad comes up and says, "you don't know me, but you are so and so's daughter and Prof.SN's granddaughter"! I was speechless, yes after years I heard those magical words. I did recover enough to find out more details and learned that my mother and my friend's dad were schoolmates. But what stayed with me was the way he addressed me! I brought back memories and happiness!

Might be I live under the shade of the banyan tree as that person once said but I am so grateful I have that shade. And I am glad I am not a weary traveler lost in the desert of life searching for the shade! I am just one of those lucky ones to be born under shade or as I say to be a part of that massive banyan tree!


The past few days have just flown past us. The rehersals and preparations for the program took us a lot of time. But at the end of Saturday night, we were tired, exhausted and esctasic. Dancing does it to you..the pain, the fear, the happiness, the tiredness all a part of the parcel. The dance program was well-appreciated and yes we did have the usual hiccups but we survived!

Sunday was the first time in ages V and R slept in and just took it easy. We did watch the super bowl and V kind of expected the underdogs Giants to walk away with it just like they did. All the talk about the poor loser - Pats coach is making waves. Of course that guy never had to be a loser all of this season and suddenly he loses out obviously he will be a poor loser. And why is that the superbowl ads turn from bad to gross every year. I started listing the bad ads but then the list was growing too long and every ad was bad that I just stopped doing it!

And now it is back to work for both of them. With the big program behind, we have started making plans for other stuff. Some travel, catching up with old friends and times enjoying the warming weather. Spring is in the air (I know about the groundhog predictions but I don't care about them) I can't wait for times spent outdoors and enjoying my favorite season.

And hopefully I'll write more and keep this blog much more active! And I did make the 200th post the last time and never even bothered about it! But yes this blog is a little more than a year and 201 posts old! I am glad that I sustained my interest and keep it going in spite of some setbacks. And if you are a regular reader of my space, i would sure like you to drop me a line!