Priya Ramani has ruined my life. I’m sure she has done this to many others, but my story is the only one I know. I can barely remember my life as it was before she began to send me DMs on Twitter.
I mean it. I used to live behind this nice decent mask and say a few cryptic things on social media now and then and pretend to be a closet poet or something and then she said, “Write a column for me.”
If anyone else had asked me to do the same thing, I might have written a column and become famous and had a fancy collection of shiny new masks to hide behind.
I’m not sure how or why it happened, but Priya made me bold. For one, she’s always saying whatever comes to her mind. She barely edits herself. So I also started saying whatever comes to my mind. And now it is all out there and I don’t know how to stop.
Last week Priya resigned as Editor of Mint Lounge. She has been in this role for 8 years. I don’t know what is going to happen next. I didn’t ever expect an Editor of a fancy weekend supplement to start publishing real people’s commonplace feelings, or common people’s real feelings; narrated in first person.
I tested the waters a little in the beginning. For the first few months, every time I sent a column I expected it to be sent right back to me. For over a year, I would press send and then be sure that I had pushed the boundary a little too far this time. To put it more accurately, I would feel that I had pulled out something from a part of me that was too deep, fragile and vulnerable, and nobody was fool enough to publish this.
Apparently Priya, you are the fool I was destined to run into. On twitter, of all the godforsaken places possible.
And now you are going away. What did you think? Sardar khush hoga? Shabashi dega? Because I know why we do these things. Take decisions to start all over again in the middle of our life. Smash the chaos in our lives with a hammer and stand back and look at the smithereens. Tip toe away from the debris.
Of course, khush hoga!
I feel like we should go for a stroll in the park and chat on a bench and then I will write about a friend of mine who walked away from something she loved because it exhausted her. It was time to let go.
She wants more of herself for herself. And for the Very Important People who love her. She wants to sleep in the daytime and be home when her daughter returns from school. She wants to savor her mid-life crisis. These things need time, we know that!
Thank you for inspiring me to drop my masks in broad daylight. I hope I inspire you to do the same.
It’s going to be hard. It’s going to be really easy. Maybe you will continue to take a bath everyday even if you aren’t going to “go to work.” Maybe you will be more like me. Every time I feel like I should really get up and take a bath, I update my Facebook status. The less I comb my hair, the less it falls. Sometimes I comb my eyebrows, when I catch a glance of me in a mirror.
“Priya is going to re-invent herself so magnificently, you just wait and watch,” I said to a friend on whatsapp today morning. She was worrying for you. I’m not worrying for you.
I have hisaab to chukao with you. I’m watching you real close to see if I can get a chance to send you an idea as ruinous as the one you once sent me on a Twitter DM. Yeah, I’m looking at you, Priya Ramani!
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