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I started writing this last August, but left it unfinished. After 8 months I am trying to finish it.
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August 2025 : I quit my job! Yes; I - a non-quitter, the beacon of perseverance finally quit a job! Not that it was permanent; it would have ended months later anyway. Not that I have anything planned for my life after quitting. Still I quit - almost as an impulsive decision and regretted it for almost two weeks after quitting. Not because everything was going fine in the said job and my chosen career. But I realised that I will miss something I love the most in my life. That's how it has always been. First I quit loving. Now a job which might have given me a feeble opportunity at having a so called academic career. Still I quit and honestly I am very surprised I did! So surprised to the point that I am wondering what has come over me that I did such a "drastic" thing in my life!
I am trying to find the reasons of why I quit. Is it because of the realisation that I will never even get a permanent job despite working as a post doc for almost ten years now? Or is it because of the realisation that no matter what remarkable things I do in my career, I will never get any recognition for it because I am a woman? Or is it because I feel like a slave toiling away at the cost of my own physical and mental health, while some people who are capable of networking are given praise and positions whereas I am constantly overlooked (again also because I am a woman and a woman of colour)? Or is it because I was given two bad choices only - the choice of living as a jobless single woman who has to face taunts about not having a man in her life or not being a mother (as if these are the only greatest achievement even a modern woman can have 😒) or of living in a far away land in a toxic living situation, with no opportunity to travel and be able to fulfill the minimum requirements of my very demanding career? A career where I am constantly judged on the basis of how many conferences I have attended, how many talks I have given in international conferences, how many grants and awards I have received and so on. It is quite unfair that a woman who had to struggle in the first place to reach where she is, is forced to face bad situations again and again and is driven to the point where her only options are to either take her own life because living with dignity is no longer a right or to chose the less worse option out of two really bad situations. So for the past few years I had been making choices to literally escape a life of torture from people who are still stuck ideologically in dark ages despite living in a modern world. And the places available to escape were those which would make me feel virtually imprisoned and stagnated in my career.
But then I realised that whatever choice I make, I will never escape the perils of being a woman - my gender will always come in the way of my success in life. Had I been a man, everything would have fallen on my lap just like that. I would have had a career handed over to me on a golden platter. I would have been given leadership positions, name, fame - whatever I could ask for. But no. I am a woman who had to fight patriarchy to pursue a career which dreamed she would have one day. A woman who instead got robbed off her dreams and is being chucked out of the system. No matter how much ever I love my subject, my opportunities to keep loving it will always be temporary. My freedom to love it with all my heart is restricted by the academic and general society because of my gender. I will never get a permanent job as an academic. I will never win the rat race of grants, leadership positions and whatnot. When I was young, being a scientist was all about seeking the truth about Nature. But nobody told me that seeking truths about the Nature can sometimes occur in corporate settings. Do I love Nature? Yes I do. Do I think I will pass every criteria humans have set up to be in a position to learn about Nature further? No.
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March 2026 : So many things have happened in the months in between. I came home and started "working" as a volunteer (i.e a person without salary) from home in the feeble hopes of keeping my dying academic career alive. Ah! I have fallen from a virutually imprisoned person who was being denied growth and opportunities to a slave who is literally in the dungeons. Meanwhile some of the job applications I had applied to, sent perfunctory rejections months after they had selected their favourite candidates. A not so prestigious institute in India cannot hire a person working 3 international particle physics collaborations. The rejection letter shouldn't have upset me. But it did. Because it reminded me off all the rejections and reopened the wounds that I have been trying to heal. And I realised that rejection from a not so desirable job also can hurt one! And the self talk starts - "I am too old; my career is over; I am a failure". And combined with being stuck at home as a jobless person, who will turn 40 this year, I have been feeling lately that my career is over. People who are concerned are only able to offer post doc positions only. Yet another post doc after 10 years. That makes me wonder what sin have I committed in my life to be treated like this in academia.
I have been thinking of changing careers. Discussions with friends about transitioning to industry. But I still haven't done anything in that direction. Deep down I know the reason for that. I still love this subject too much. And that one thought - that if I, a woman leave this field, that is one less woman in a field that already has less number of women and which is notorious for chucking women out of the system. So here I am waking up everyday, working for 3 hours (the truth is that it goes beyond 3 hours anyway) per day as a volunteer as per the contract chasing something that will never reward me anything in the end. Can I go and participate in the 30th anniversary celebration of the experiment I work in? No. Can I go to the collaboration meeting of the other experiment I am working on. No. So basically I am left at a place where people exploit me and squeeze all work out of me and yet all accolades, opportunities, leadership positions and what not are given to the so called "young blood".
I have never in my life participated in what people call as "pennu kaanal". Where a woman of a certain age is paraded in front of a bunch of people with idiotic and retrograde ideologies in the name of marriage. Where women are judged by entitled men and the accompanying slaves of patriarchy. No never. But, what I am forced to endure as a job applicant in academia is the exact academic version of this "pennu kaanal". I write my application, write proposals, update my CV (ah yes, even when I am unemployed my CV gets updated - I don't even know for what) and endure the indignation and submit it. Only to be judged by faceless "referees" who look at my age and say that I am too old (just like the slaves of patriarchy who deem a woman to be too old in a marriage market - wonder why it is a called a "market") to be hired. And other standards that are similar to the impossible beauty standards that are being forced upon women even in this age. Just like people say that a woman is "too thin", "too fat"; her hair "too long", "too short", "too curly"; her skin tone "too dark", a list of academic "beauty standards" exists.
"1) Applicant is too old for this post .
2) Applicant has never won a grant previously. So we cannot give her this grant.
(So I want to ask that panel of referees some questions. Will you deny admission to a three year old in LKG because they don't know how to read or write? Or will you enroll the child in a school and give it the proper education it deserves? Or will you deny food to someone who is starving because they have never eaten before? There is a limit to being illogical.) Somebody has to give me a grant for the first time! If you don't give me that grant in the first place what right do you have to pass such idiotic comments on me?
3) Applicant has only won local prizes (this was one of the most egregious comments I have received).
4) Applicant has not attended an international conference in the past 2 years. Why? Because the bureaucracy in the country of the said grant does not issue temporary residence permit on time even for scientists who are classified as highly skilled workers. Also because nobody is there to support me when it comes to nominations for talks in "prestigious" international conferences because my blood is not young. :/
5) Some hires who reject are so sure that I will continue to contribute to this field (with an empty pockets and with no health care when I literally am harming my body and mind in the name of succeeding in a non existent career).
6) Some jobs will hire people only if they were convenors in their respective experiments. Ah! That means I will never get a job because convenership is only given to young blood in certain collaborations. I am not a leader, but only a worker bee who is disposable. (How I read this attitude- "she is a mere woman from a third world country (which was our colony long ago). What right does she have to be a leader? She is a slave, she is a worker and has no value. She is a dumb person who is just there to fill the diversity quota and has no real intelligence. Who is she to become someone, let alone be intelligent? What does her contribution and hard work matter? She is not worthy or anything. She is disposable. Her labour is valueless. She has no right to have a career in this field.")
7) I am "not good enough" to be even called for a job interview in so called prestigious institutes.
People enjoy the fruits of my labour and never acknowledge me. All I am left with is unemployment and mental agony because of being at the receiving ends of sexism, racism, ageism and every other shorter ends of sticks. What I refused to face in a marriage market, I am being forced to face in my chosen career path.
Which brings me to the other point. There was a time when I was willing to love someone and "fall" in love. But then what happened? I was never loved. I was always rejected. "Why don't you cut your hair and lose your weight?" Such were the comments I used to hear. At 30 then I decided that I will never love anyone in my life ever again. That is something I gave up because hoping to find true love one day was doing me more harm than good. As a 30 year old I learnt not to waste my time and mental energy in people who would never love me back. I think I am learning a similar thing as a soon going to be 40 millenial woman - i.e not to waste my time, physical and mental health (very important as a person who is aging) on a career where I will never be appreciated let alone be given a permanent job. It broke my heart 10 years ago and made me a person devoid of any feelings 10 years ago. It breaks my heart to teach myself to detach from something I have loved so deeply since high school. The realisation that not everyone is given an opportunity to make a mark in this world is heartbreaking. Yes. I too had got fascinated with physics and the physicists as a high schooler. I too wanted to become a scientist. And when I became one, I realised that I am not welcome here at all. Because just like I don't fit any beauty standards that is expected out of women and will never be loved by anyone, I don't anything to fit the unreasonable standards of academia.
So difficult as it is, I have arrived at a very hard and painful decision after taking into account the realities that I have been facing. I am not going to get a permanent job in academia at all. Infact I will be 40 in two months. Nothing is going to happen within the next two months that will give me some hope about a career as a Physicist. So to stay true to my decision, I will quit Physics forever after my 40th birthday. It will be heart wrenching, tear inducing and what not. But nevertheless I may find peace and may find something to pursue for the next 10 years so that I can leave that thing when I am 50...
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