Taking the thread from the last post, as soon as these women got back from their we-don't-need-no-men trip, they took the plunge into babydom, got pregnant (one after the other - literally), had 3 beautiful children (one each, not three, thank you!!) and in their ultimate homage to M/s Ekta Kapoor and Karan Johar named all the kids with names beginning with "K". They enjoyed their time off from work, reducing (haha!) to mere suggestions of their old selves (being very sarcastic here - decoded to "put on a lot of weight"), thought and wished this time would never end and they can live happily ever after their bundle of joys (more on the "joy" later) with their bank accounts getting duly replenished every pehli tareekh...but it was not to be so..
And which is what brings us to this day..
Life's hit a low for all three of us, as everyday that we step out of our homes we question if it is worth it, leaving a crying baby to do a job that is a pain to keep and even more painful to leave- what with no interest in doing what we are to do, the uncertainty in the senior's eye, the suspicion in the peer's eye (and the wait in the junior's eye), the logistical nightmare that it is to just make it to office, the increasing clinginess of the child, the stretch, the stress, the constant worry about how all this is affecting our child, the strain of it all on our marriages... It took these babies to make us realize we did not enjoy what we were doing. Or did we? We were all reasonably successful in what we were doing - so were we enjoying the success that drove us to work everyday? Or is it that we did actually like what we were doing and now since it takes such an effort to be able to make it to work, we want to be doing something that really really excites and makes it all worth it.
Which also brings us to the question of why then all of us are still working.
Money - we have come to maintain lifestyles in line with the two incomes that come home every month, have gotten ourselves an eye for the fine things and have wishes that take only as much time to be fulfilled as it takes to get the credit card out of our wallets.
Recognition - At work places we are known to be us, judged by our intellectual capabilities (OK, not that so much because it takes a lot more to be there), our rewards are our own, earned by the sweat of our brows.
The time away - Honest people as we are, we admit it is a breather to get out of the house from the world of diapers and baby food and constant babbling and messes and crying and ..ok, you get the drift. To be able to get out of your sweats and dress up and have some adult conversations.
What are we doing about all these quandaries? Well, we are taking each day as it comes, finding bits of happiness and hope to keep us afloat everyday (and discussing it incessantly over emails and phone conversations)... I am not sure if there is a solution to it, probably it is something we just have to live through, probably things would be as they were earlier - which is also something that worries me...
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