Shelly is a 28-year-old Indian woman who works as an English teacher despite disliking the job. She had been exploring a creative project with one of her father's former students but her overbearing mother convinces her to abandon it, reminding Shelly that her role is to earn money for the family, not pursue self-growth. Shelly's mother had discouraged her from exploring her individuality before. Shelly gives in to her mother's demands and instead focuses on helping a colleague with their work, realizing that her mother will only approve of opportunities that generate income rather than personal development.
Shelly is a 28-year-old Indian woman who works as an English teacher despite disliking the job. She had been exploring a creative project with one of her father's former students but her overbearing mother convinces her to abandon it, reminding Shelly that her role is to earn money for the family, not pursue self-growth. Shelly's mother had discouraged her from exploring her individuality before. Shelly gives in to her mother's demands and instead focuses on helping a colleague with their work, realizing that her mother will only approve of opportunities that generate income rather than personal development.
Shelly is a 28-year-old Indian woman who works as an English teacher despite disliking the job. She had been exploring a creative project with one of her father's former students but her overbearing mother convinces her to abandon it, reminding Shelly that her role is to earn money for the family, not pursue self-growth. Shelly's mother had discouraged her from exploring her individuality before. Shelly gives in to her mother's demands and instead focuses on helping a colleague with their work, realizing that her mother will only approve of opportunities that generate income rather than personal development.
This was the second time that her mom had made her realize that she just needed to focus on activities that helped her earn money, learning about her own individuality was not part of being an Indian middle class educated woman. In past too she had pondered and vented about being stuck at her toxic workplace. She knew her appa would be retiring from his job next year and she needed to earn for her family. However, her mother loved to remind this cow of a daughter of her responsibilities and her circumstances. “Shelly!!! Would you like to eat something for dinner?”, her mother shrieked out. Shelly had been crying for past one hour in her room. She realised that parents actually did not care about what they said to their children. ********* Shelly was a 28-year-old over-ambitious, not so good at anything, literature enthusiast. She had never wanted to be a school teacher, hated that job because her father was one, and here she was stuck working at a local school as an English teacher. Though Shelly could grasp a bit of English Literature, but she knew that she sucked at teaching the language with forceful accentuation accompanying each word pronounced. She had led her life based on a code of middle-class honour and morality. Had always made her parents proud. She was dedicated to the extent that she decided to discard the old code of morality and began learning tricks to ensnare a boy into believing that beneath her virgin- cum-spinsterish outlook hid a woman who craved for romance and flesh. Indian society needs to be given credit for birth of these fractured, multi-tasking, non- ambitious, lost with the storm, obstinate Indian women. “One is meant to lose themselves completely in order to rediscover who they are.” - Indian Society Shelly!!! This resistive crying piece of s*** found it difficult to learn that. ********* After an hour of coaxing her family, especially her mother, for turning her into the money earning machine, which was her destiny, Shelly felt thirsty and went down to grab a glass of water. She realised her mother was right. Working on a project initiated by one of her father’s ex-students was not for her. She was not a business woman and her creativity had rotten at the moment she was conceived. She could offer nothing more than her monotonous act of intellectualism to people. Further, this student of her father too had no money to offer. This was a waste of time and she concluded that her mother could even save the world from inflation through her timely advices. Soon Shelly’s attention was diverted by a call from a fellow colleague who asked Shelly to work on her son’s project. Shelly quickly got to churning out a few ideas, putting to sleep conflicts that arose within her. I guess her mother must have guided Shelly that harassment and exploitation at workspace was fine as it helped her forge bonds. However, investing in opportunities that can result in self-growth was selfish. Shelly reminds me of an ATM machine that churns out an amount as soon as a card is inserted in it.