{"id":268,"date":"2017-06-05T05:05:16","date_gmt":"2017-06-05T05:05:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/subtexts2postscripts.com\/?p=268"},"modified":"2020-06-30T12:18:34","modified_gmt":"2020-06-30T12:18:34","slug":"myopic-mindset-and-marathon-race","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/sunithalal.com\/blog\/2017\/06\/myopic-mindset-and-marathon-race\/","title":{"rendered":"Myopic Mindset and Marathon Race"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cStop acting so small.
\nYou are the universe in ecstatic motion.\u201d
\n\u2015 Jalaluddin Rumi<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Recently travelled to Dubai and I chose this airline, not sure why. Might be because they were sponsoring the football team I love or because heard loud screams of how they scored a hat trick for best in-flight entertainment!! I was flying business class, so was a little full of myself. Well, I have arrived in life, so let me be a bit condescending to all and sundry!<\/p>\n

The good news first; the in-flight attendees took excellent care and I enjoyed a fantastic service, but!…\u2026.There has to be a ‘but’. The ground staff of the airline had this frozen expression whenever I approached them whether it was in India or Dubai; no smiles, no courtesy, to a large extent they were brazenly curt.<\/p>\n

At Dubai on my return journey after loads of over squeezed meetings (the mind-set of trying to get maximum out of a trip), I was worn-out; looking like a rat that just survived a tumble in a washing machine with a dryer. At the airport, I trooped in and approached a counter of dazzling brilliance, specifically designated for business class travellers. The staff was smiling and nodding to this cologne spilt white male. As he moved on, I stepped near the counter; she froze seeing me and curtly told to check in at a different counter. She had some reason for how I got to a wrong counter, but the curtness made me blink my myopic eyes.<\/p>\n

At the other counters, the staff were no different, staring and stiff. I fidgeted from deciding whom to approach as everyone was looking through me. Finally approached one counter to be brusquely told that trolley is not allowed inside; hesitated for a second, pondering whether I should tell her regarding my shoulder ache. It felt wasted with her already looking over me and inviting someone with more pleasantness; turned around and saw a white couple approaching the counter.<\/p>\n

Stooped into the lounge tired, looking for a dark, quiet, unambiguous corner and slouched trying to melt into oblivion. As I slowly drifted, wondered what it was that made the staff treat me less pleasant and less favourable, why I was on their wrong side; or whether it was just my imagination.<\/p>\n

One no-brainer conclusion I came up was, perhaps it was because I was an Asian or it could also be that I crossed forty some time back and I looked my age. It might be because I do not colour my mop of grey hair, or my unpainted lips, or conservative dress, or looking very much a working woman, or my tired looks; it might be any of them or all of them??!!<\/p>\n

When you are on the wrong side of so many moulds, it is difficult to say which is the cause, or what the trigger is – discrimination, hierarchy perceived, transference, countertransference, projection from them or me?!<\/p>\n

Or might be, it was just me being prickly, which is the right side when you are on the wrong side of 40!!!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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