‘Hiiiii, how come…..I mean, do you stay here….’
In the blazing sun, I squinted to place the woman in front of me. In the morning rush, in the midst of doing a hundred things, I hardly notice people around me.
‘Diya..’, I said. Some fifteen minutes later we were having coffee at a corner cafe.
‘You really are a housewife…I mean homemaker, why? Why did you stop working? Yes home is important but money too isn’t it? Why are you playing second fiddle to your husband. ‘ And she went on with her monologue.
For a minute I was ashamed of myself in front of this career woman. But then I shook myself. Am I really doing nothing. Home, classes, temple activities, on the path to teach others, secretary to hubby, maid to son… am I really doing nothing?
Then I looked at her and was ashamed still further. Some 11 years back, my coordinator had sent her to me. ‘Arrey Reema, iska kuch kar’. (Reema please do something of her). A person with almost nil confidence, no subject knowledge, no etiquettes or dress sense, I had groomed her initially. If my grooming had not instilled understanding, compassion and insight; my grooming was a failure.
* fictitious but isn’t this the way we are. We become successful in our careers; we become self-centered and we think of everyone else as inferior, we stop understanding other’s viewpoint.