My best friend and I
hated physics
which we were coaxed
to study like all the
bright kids who cared
about their careers.
Subtle and not so covert
suggestions, nudges,
guidance and opinions
of everyone ranging from
the next door didi,
Papa’s younger colleague,
to the nosy auntie who
even predicted a marriage
with the betel leaf seller
if we failed to study science,
convinced us to go against
our aptitudes, our own desires,
but filled us with a listlessness,
a despair and
even a nameless terror
as the board exams
approached.
Chanting hanuman chalisa,
we barely scraped by,
vowing to ourselves
that we will have nothing
to with this subject whatsoever.
But as we sat in our
first Literature and history classes,
and reading the odes of Keats
and about the perfection of
the right angles of Harappa roads,
it felt like the perfect homecoming.
Much later, preparing for
the UPSC exam,
we met this young man
whose optional of physics
made us roll our eyes
and double over in laughter,
Not realising then
that this young engineer
with physics optional
will not only make it
to the hallowed grounds
but also the become my husband
and my aunt was proved wrong.
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