“There must be more than this provincial life!”
Sings Belle in the iconic Disney movie Beauty and the Beast. I have always loved and enjoyed Disney movies because they painted dream worlds that I could escape into. Oh dreamy frogs who turn into princes, an umbrella-wielding woman who magically solves my problems and sings beautifully, a cross-dressing woman who saves China, a princess whose pet is a tiger, yada yada yada, you know what I mean. There is a whole unexplored world out there, one filled with magic and wonder and Disney brought it alive. It allowed a girl with an overactive imagination and many many dreams to live those through the eyes of others. And problematic concepts aside (think, damsel in distress needs saving from prince charming), Disney gave many of my childhood (and current) desires a legitimacy and form that still evades them.
Desires always seek some kind of legitimacy, don’t they? At least they always did for me, and I think that’s why I found resonance with Belle’s “there must be more than this provincial life.” I know the limitations of my own life, know the restrictions that I consciously and unconsciously subscribe to and I sometimes want an out. Want a place where they don’t exist, these restrictions and limitations that undoubtedly govern my life. It starts from something as simple as my own hair and extends all the way to my wishes for my own future. For example, let me think of something that would be simple like getting into a relationship, my life restricts me. I want one, but I am simultaneously held back because of fear of my own family and what their reaction would be. It governs me, makes me afraid and I fear it shall stop me from pursuing anything in the future too. I fear to realise my desires in a world where they won’t be accepted as legitimate. And that makes me wish for a life that’s more than “this provincial life.”
But don’t let me get away too much with that because I also realise the insane privilege and liberty that my life does have. I have been lucky to have been born into a family that has done a lot for me and far be it that I am ungrateful. I think that’s where the inevitable dilemma arises right? I am grateful for my privilege, but I want more because I know I should get more. I know I get more than many other women do, but the problem is, why is it a question of it being “given” to me, why shouldn’t I “have” it already? And that is a fundamental question I have seen so many others struggling with, the drawing of this funky line where everything suddenly makes sense, where a perfect balance can be drawn.
Sometimes I also catch myself wondering why I want more than a provincial life, I am protected here, fed well, nurtured, everything, I technically have everything I need to live here. The sways of a mind trying to console itself, I realise, after all, we all do try to make the best of a situation and end up finding ourselves make even hell feel comfortable. It is true, beyond the initial burning, I doubt it is that bad as it is made out to be. That actually reminds me of someone who thrust a Jehovah’s Witness magazine at me, said a few words hopefully with the aim that I will look up the website and join them soon. Too bad I don’t actually live here, not like I was swayed otherwise. But I did look up the website, read up on these people and their beliefs, and I genuinely think I will pass. Now, people are free to make their own religious choices, but proselytising religions do get on my nerves sometimes, especially zealously proselytising ones (read, some crazy factions of Christianity). It is like they find people who they think are not living the provincial life of dreams and offer it to them: here you go, a smattering of narrow-minded thinking with a dash of blind faith and lots of enthusiastic preaching and trying to convince people to come to the light.
Anyway, about provincial lives, I have fallen into the trap of thinking (and this has happened too often for my liking, for who likes to confront that they have some horrid biases?) that my mother tongue is quickly becoming what makes me provincial. Let me explain, with the ideological backdrop that English is for the enlightened souls while these other languages are still living in the cave, this bias makes complete sense. Also, looking at literature (as I have done quite a lot these last few days over my paranoia over a translation workshop I am doing next semester) in both languages, it becomes abundantly clear that some works of literature are still living in the times when problematic statements were served with tea and coffee (by the wife, always, mind you). And the proportion of these absolute marvellous works is more in these languages compared to English. The politics of knowledge production have ensured that, I would say. So, increasingly, to say “I want more than this provincial life” is becoming a call to move to and be in an English world. Ideology, much? And well, don’t I fall prey to it myself. Some aspects of my personality find no expression in Tamil, and so, for all facts and purposes, they are illegitimate/irrelevant to my family. On the contrary, English seems to provide an expression for both things I can express in Tamil and things I can’t express in Tamil. Really fishy, really really fishy. But even that idea has been challenged recently, I have started struggling with English because suddenly my expression seems to find its meaning better in Tamil. Arghhh, I am all over the place lately (and this includes both the provincial and the non-provincial places, of course). Here’s to hoping that there is more than this provincial life and that I can find my happy place.