The Angels In Our Life

Musings, Reading / Monday, May 15th, 2023

Where would I be without literature?

In 2000, I applied for a Master’s in Mass Communication from Bangalore University. I had graduated in Psychology and Journalism and thought that journalism was my ‘career’ path.

We didn’t have career counselors then. My family didn’t really care what I did. ๐—œ didn’t care what I did. I thought “Mass Comm” would be cool.

But there was one person who did care. A friend, Vimla, who dragged me from that first class in Central College.

“You can’t be studying this,” she sputtered.

I looked at her, bewildered.

“What should I be studying?”
“LITERATURE! You are a reader. And you are going to be a writer.”

I gestured to the red-brick buildings of Central College.
“But this is writing,” I protested.

My friend gave me that look that friends often give me when I am being extremely dumb.

“No. Your heart is in books. In writing books.”

I didn’t know I had a heart even.

But I allowed myself to be pulled, dragged, and pushed into the staff room of Jyoti Nivas College, where I met an amused Professor.

“And why do you want to study English Literature?” Dr. Rebecca asked me.

I didn’t have an answer. So, my friend answered for me. “Please take her,” she pleaded, as we were well past the deadline for applications.

I don’t know what Dr. Rebecca saw in me. Nothing, really, since I hadn’t opened my mouth.

But I did get in. I studied Literature for the next two years. I fell in love with American literature, waltzing with Whitman and Dickinson. I bristled with indignation when I read about colonialism in Post-Colonial Literature. I learned to speak, to express an opinion, and oh, I learned to write. Just a little.

Learning that I am still imbibing even today.

Sometimes, I wonder what my life would have been if my friend hadn’t intervened.

๐—”๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—œ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜‡๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, ๐—ฎ ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐˜† ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—œ ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€, ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€: ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜‚๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ. ๐—ช๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐˜€.

As I stand this Monday, wondering where I am going with life, I think of that time 23 years ago, and I feel that our angels appear when we least expect them to.

So, I stand here, hoping for hope to emerge again.

Do you have any such angels in your life?

And no matter what, I hope this Monday eases some light your way.

2 Replies to “The Angels In Our Life”

  1. Love your post. And I’m grateful to Vimala for dragging you into Jnc. It’s because of that, that we met.
    I loved those 2 years too. It taught me that literature is life!

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