I’m participating in the Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge through October and will be following the prompts suggested. I’ve also decided to focus on the theme of Anonymously Me – stories that people have shared with me and that we could all learn lessons from. Today’s Anonymously Me story was told me by a young man in his late 20s from India.
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The Price of Courage Is Worth It
How many Indian cab drivers do you know that have an MBA from an Australian university? I’m sure my command over the English language tells you that I’m well read too. So what am I doing driving a cab when I could be working in a corporate office and earning much more, you ask?
Mine is the classic tale of the evils of the Indian caste system.
Born into dominant landed gentry caste family in a town in Andhra Pradesh, I had a happy childhood. After my graduation, my father encouraged me to get an MBA from a foreign university. Australia beckoned and I landed there, happy and excited. I made friends with my classmate, a girl from Telangana. Since we both spoke the same language, it was easy to get on well. Soon we were in love and decided to move in together. Neither of us told our parents about our relationship.
Courage or Comfort?
After we finished our studies, we headed back to our respective homes. I was all set to tell my parents of my intentions to marry my love. Imagine my shock when I arrived to news that my parents had arranged a match for me and the date for the engagement was fixed! This was a time when I had a choice between courage and comfort, between love and obedience. I’m proud that I chose courage and love.
All hell broke loose
I told my father that there was no way I could go ahead with the marriage he had arranged and told him of my plans. Needless to say, there was anger, shouting, and a lot of threats. There were tears from my mother, pleading and attempting to manipulate me with guilt about the family’s honour. I refused to give in.
My father gave me an ultimatum. I was told to leave with the clothes on my back and nothing else. He told me that since he had paid for my education, I had no right to the University certificates. Now you know why I drive a cab. Any corporate will ask for my MBA certificates.
In another part of India, my girlfriend too was facing hell from her parents. She was asked to leave her home too.
Marriage and A New Life …
We both left home and got married and moved to Hyderabad. I started driving a cab to support us. Our love and friendship continued to grow and our joy was complete when our little girl was born.
Paying the price
Life is tough. Our little girl is 2 now and now my wife is pregnant again. We’ve just found out that my wife has a serious kidney problem….I’m trying to get her the best treatment I can afford.
But you know what? I have not a single regret about my choice. The price of courage is worth it. My wife and daughter are my strength and support. Love and courage triumphs over prejudice and fear!
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The prompt for this week is is a quote from Brené Brown: “You can choose courage, or you can choose comfort, but you cannot choose both.”