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Self-reflection: A confused Kannadiga

                                      Aradhana Nallur Srinagesh, MPH























                I want to talk about something that isn’t discussed too often in our community or let
              alone not at all; the societal pressure within the South Asian community.

                I strongly believe that the South Asian youth,  more than just peer-pressure, are victims
              of “social pressure”. The choices made early on in life are driven from the idea of proving
              themselves better than ‘uski beta or beti’. The hardest part begins when making that
              career choice and goes that way for a very long time. By the time we realize, it’s already
              too late to make changes.

                The desi way is the silent way. In a community that preaches pride, we exude stoicism.
              To admit to flaws in the community, would be to question the status that Indian Americans
              enjoy  within  the  Western  society.  The  pressure  to  live  up  to  this  perceived  societal
              ranking has been one of the reasons that the South Asian youth choose not to voice
              their emotional honesty.

                During the first two years of undergrad, my grades in my science classes plummeted. A
              formerly straight A student, the Bs I received my freshman year came as a shock. But by
              sophomore year, those Bs turned into Cs. After barely passing my science classes, I knew
              that going to medical school wasn’t in the cards for me. Not that I couldn’t do the work,
              but, because my heart was not in it. I didn’t like the material and couldn’t commit to
              caring enough to understand it. It was evident my interests in medical school specifically
              were for all the wrong reasons.

                It’s not hard to remember that gut-wrenching feeling, the moment I realized the life
              I’d always envisioned - the one where I was a thriving neurosurgeon, making my parents
              proud and their sacrifices worth it- wasn’t going to pan out that way I’d anticipated. For
              the very first time in my life, I was completely unsure of myself and my purpose. Failing
              was never an option, or at least I had thought. I had to take a step back and ask myself
              “what do I want to do” rather than “what do people think I should do”. Without doubt,
              I am fully aware I am not the only one.



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