Do you know any graduate students in the United States of America? Perhaps the right question should be do you know any graduate student in USA enrolled in a premier institution who is pursuing a master’s degree, a PhD degree and who is going back into residency because despite the shouting from the rooftops about her love for research is essentially a doctor at heart.
If not, you have found yourself in the right place. So let me tell you about my Master’s graduation ceremony. It was my first and it was splendid. Like the first times generally are. Husband by my side, friends to cheer me on I had a moment where I wished my parents would be there to savor the moment. But that was it. It was only that moment. My name was called, I walked up to the stairs, I was hooded, congratulated, hugged called a super star, I collected my degree… er…. well that’s where the sham comes in.. more on that later.. took a professional photograph, walked of the stage, met a few of my faculty, got called the best of the lot, had me beaming, my husband beaming, lots of hugs and photographs later, I was home.
Back to my reality, I have a master’s thesis pending, a Phd proposal pending, a Phd qualifier in less than 6 weeks, a trip to Europe for 10 days (very excited but at such a bad time), and then the start to residency on July 1st. So what exactly did my degree say- It said it was an I-Owe-You! It was for all of us as our degrees will be mailed out at a later date. Mine is contingent to my thesis submission. I am no where close to being done. It will get done, I am confident. Just not yet.
In my mind, I am gunning for the PhD. That day I will ensure my mother will be there for my big day. I will let some of my closest friends know too. Perhaps that day I could truly walk tall and proud and finally feel accomplished.
Filed under A first, Attitude, Celebration, Determination, Friends, Goal, Life, Living my life, Milestones, Motivation, People, Personal, Resolutions, Update, Wishes
When I got married to my husband I knew I was in for a different experience. I wasn’t expecting good, bad, better or worse just different. I strongly believe that people all over the world are the same despite race, culture, language and geographical differences. My faith led me to believe I would be fine in my adopted family in spite of different traditions, food, culture and people.
I knew we were different people due to differences in our upbringing, the cities we were raised in, experiences we had amassed along our individual journeys. Six years after we got married decided to experience the life my mother in law had adopted. A life in a village in the southern region of the state called Odisha, formerly known as Orissa.
It’s been an enriching experience. Orissa happens to be a farmer friendly well organized state with little corruption at the grass root level. That translates into flourishing farm lands, rich farmers with assets beyond our city folk imagination. Life is pure manual labor from the minute you wake up, which is generally very early to the minute you sleep. This is interspersed with village gossip and politics. Something we city folk would miserably fail at as we have no talent in those departments.
On the face of it, everyone is nice, caring, hardworking, independent and proficient in the art of family drama. No one would miss a beat to participate in village gossip, politics, land deals and pettiness. But such is life in a small place, where people don’t lock their doors and food could be served from any kitchen. There is a certain openness in this place, where love and affection is abundant. However when it comes to land and money, things can change any moment. Family feuds can start at any time, sisters can disown brothers, marriage arrangements can be broken all over a land deal gone bad.
In such a volatile environment, I find myself a stranger and yet well accepted. I know I walk a very thin line, between being likable to becoming a threat. Nothing is subtle here and it amazes me that a lot of city folk think, the villagers are simple people. The ironies are interesting and I look forward to many more experiences.
Filed under A first, Always one step behind, Challenges, Confusion, Culture, Environment, Expectations, Experiences, Humor, Life, Love, Marriage, People, Relationships, Society
Has anyone watched Scandal? It is currently being aired on ABC. I caught three seasons over the last weekend and while I got completely sucked into watching it non-stop I am left rather intrigued by the message this television drama wants to send out.
Indulge in me a few seconds if you will. 🙂
From what I understood this is a political thriller, its unique selling point being the first African American female protagonist on prime time television since the 1970’s. That is a bid deal in itself and warranted a watch. She is considered a fixer. She fixes problems. What she really fixes are images of high profile, politicians who have plenty of dirty laundry and skeletons in their closet. The politics behind it all is very exciting. In the beginning at least.
After three seasons, I am convinced the producers or ABC got the genre wrong. It is more of a love story between POTUS and his campaign manager. She is referred to as his mistress in the tele series. There is a lot of sex. As much as prime time TV can allow. The protagonist is seen having sex with POTUS and at least one other person in any given season. While the president too has sexual relations with women other than his wife, he too has more than one woman in any given season. It doesn’t end there. Practically every character has an extremely flourishing sex life and it very explicitly shown.
The protagonist herself comes across, as very fashionable, confident well connected at the outset. However she has a very forced upon smile and terrible expressions. Every time she says hi to her lover, it feels like she is constipated or in extreme pain. Almost every scene with the POTUS in it, has her yelling at him, either before sex or after. She can be petulant, entitled and when she cannot come up with any logical explanation of why she is meddling with top secret government agencies or cleaning up murder scenes, she will yell some more, saying “I said so, Because I want it, Just do it”! If only we got everything we wanted in life we wanted by just yelling. I guess you lose basic manners when you are the product of a most wanted terrorist and the command of the leading spy agency of the country. How does that happen is a mystery in itself.
I won’t even get into how flawed every character portrayal is. That will be another 27 posts.
Disclaimer: I am not a professional reviewer, neither am I planning on changing my profession anytime soon.