On reflection, I remember myself carrying a newspaper in my arms as I walked for my duty in the hospital, daring to study for the UPSC when, in the words of my husband – my GK was ‘not zero, but in the negative’; and many who said ‘UPSC nahi baccha karo’. Professional, married, settled, why, impossible, unfathomable, crazy, impractical, ineligible, selfish, people-pleaser : many of the words that were used by many to tell me how totally stupid this whole idea of writing this exam was. It took me 8 hours when I started, to only read a newspaper. I was reading one after at least ten years! I was shocked to see terms like the repo rate (and I remember thinking ab yeh reverse repo kya hai. I read a book and then read a simpler one to get the hang of the first. Now when I think about it, it WAS crazy. A handful of friends who did not believe in me but loved me and did not care for their beliefs are the ones who got me through this – how I value and treasure and cherish their showing up for me always. I mean, get this:For my UPSC interview, which I was sure I would fail, seven friends came to Delhi with me just to say ‘You go, girl’ and to ensure the saree that I was trying for the first time in life was proper. I don’t know until today what I did to get so lucky in love.
But, after all these years, what UPSC has taught me is this :
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