“What is work, what is play; what is life, what is career: it is all one and the same,” or something to that effect, I was told, said Indra Nuyi of Pepsico. I go with that view: in today’s world, as in Robert Frost’s, the big thing is to enjoy your work, play at work, live at work, and work at home. Sounds all confusing?
OK, let us start disambiguating this with the lines from the big daddy of American poetry, Robert Frost:
My object in living is to unite
My avocation and my vocation
As my two eyes make one in sight.
Only where love and need are one,
And the work is play for mortal stakes,
Is the deed ever really done.
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Avocation, according to www.m-w.com is:
a subordinate occupation pursued in addition to one's vocation especially for enjoyment : hobby [it is a diversion, a distraction, according to Webster’s; but be that as it may…]
Let us say my avocation is blogging, which gives me enjoyment, and it is my hobby. And if, for some reason, I get paid for it – wow, is there anything better than that in life?
Vocation, according to that veritable source of definitions, once again, is:
the work in which a person is employed [namely, the work for which a person gets paid].
Is that now somewhat clear: you do things you love to do, and you get paid for it. But how on earth is that possible? Any work you do and get paid for becomes abhorrent, for the very reason that you get paid for it, no? You would rather sit at something fishy and drink beer (for which you have to pay). You would rather play skittles all your life, right?
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But then, look at Sachin Tendulkar…
Sachin loves cricket: whether you accept the fact that he is the god of cricket or not, you cannot deny that he loves what he does: playing cricket. That is his vocation and avocation; that is his distraction, digression, hobby, and career.
Can all of us play cricket as well as He does? Isn’t that a tall order? [The Sachin is not very tall…]
My point is not that we should all get into cricket and enjoy it and become cricketing gods: that is Sachin’s job (or life or career). But if you work at it (the only worthwhile work you should be at), all of us can find deep within us a line of activity which syncs up our soul’s desire and bodily abilities.
For my part….
I found that I like editing and writing; I don’t get paid for the writing I ‘indulge’ in; sometimes I get brickbats for what I write. However, my writing ‘feeds into’ my editing skills, for which I get paid.
I think I have found the right work-life integration (not balance).
I write this particular blog for the benefit of my horrible boss. If she were not such a beautiful woman, I would have thrown him in to the lake near my office.
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Let us face it: in India, girls and women who manage to get past the sex-determination tests do have an advantage over boys and women. Look at the crowded male compartments and the spaced out ladies compartments in the local trains in Hyderabad. The ladies compartment is much better than the first-class compartment.
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Glass ceiling and all that; oh well, I got to review Camille Paglia’s Sex, Art and American Culture another day and talk about feminism and Sushi Tharoor. Suffice it to say for now, More Power To Women!
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