Speaking broadly, I’m just too hardcore a feminist
to enunciate my write-up with a title like this one. So quite obviously, the
title can’t be a product of my thoughts but the nomenclature of the
manufacturer of this thought would probably send an electric spark down to your
nerves like it did too mine.
The CEO of PepsiCo India, Indra Nooyi notoriously
voiced the above titled emotions while being awarded for her prodigious
excellence in one of the ceremonies. At the Aspen Ideas Festival, Colorado when
she took over the stage, there were business tycoons and men/women from the
press alike in galore bracing themselves up to lend their ears to something
worthwhile being stressed upon from the podium. India’s most successful woman
entrepreneur, till then, was being viewed by flocks of women as a powerhouse,
as the Harry Potter who had got all clandestine revealed about the success
mantra, as Sherlock Holmes who had spied long at the mysteries behind being
efficacious efficaciously, as Dan Brown who had cracked Da Vinci Code
tediously, or simply put as a laborious businesswoman in-apprehensive of what
her genetic coding (i.e. being a woman) says.
The boss, who is a mother of two, further extended her
views, saying that she died with guilt over compromises she had to make to
balance career and family life. With a stellar career, £7.3 million salary and
a 34 year long marriage, statistics flatter enough to deceive her statements
though. She insists that women can only pretend to have it all. She says that every
day is a choice that in parallel to being a CEO, shall she be a mother today or
a wife. Sometimes, during the day itself the decision has to be amended over
again and again.
She had put light on how uncooperative her spouse
had been, which fundamentally turned things sour as the onus lied on Indra
solely. He complained every now and then of her work priorities. Sadly, he
failed to understand that you can’t become a million dollar baby with a minimum
wage work ethic. Sadly enough, in defiance to Indra Nooyi I would say that ‘no
one has it all’ in reality. Ms. Nooyi, trust me, everyone just pretends to have
it all. Right from the morning, every day is a choice between whether to stay
in bed for a couple of minutes more and laze or to get up a decade of minutes
earlier and grind. You just can’t have it all. It is the law of the land, you
win some; you lose some.
Wrapping it all up, I
would culminate by just hoping that all women get better better-halves over Mr.
Raj (Indra’s husband), because settling down for lesser things in life can’t be
an option for the ambitious lot of women.
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