The power of versatility
Jacks-of-all-trades are the lifeblood of a community
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belong to the most underestimated tribe of people often categorised as the “jack-of-all-trades, master of none”. I once complained about it to my mother, expressing how I dabble in various areas — organisation, art, public speaking, anchoring — yet lack the mastery in any particular eld. I possess skills in dancing, drawing, teaching, and other elds, but nothing stands out enough for recognition. My mother reassured me that this versatility is a gift. She believed I could excel in anything and survive anywhere.
Now, I believe individuals like us make a di erence. We are the lifeblood of a community. We can handle everything adequately, saving the day without fanfare. Unfortunately, our stories often go untold.
When immediate event planning is needed, everyone turns to that person, who is no di erent from those beside them, but carries the burden because they can handle all roles, from leader to teammate. While masters may perfect their craft, taking away our credit, we are busy lamenting our lack of specialisation and admiring their polished talent.
We are model students, avoiding trouble with teachers or peers, making decent scores without excelling or failing. We maintain a balanced social circle without stirring animosity. People seek our opinions, often receiving the right one. We nd ourselves writing speeches or choreographing dances because we are always willing to help.
This versatility doesn’t come e ortlessly; it requires e ort. We strive to be involved in everything, and that matters. Though we may lack mastery, we o er great company anywhere, having researched topics you might wish to discuss. Above all, we embrace being simply jacks.
It’s that time of the year when news channels and dailies feature the journeys of Civil Services Examination toppers.
For a few, it is the time to rejoice, to revel in the light of success after spending years inside the four walls of a room with only books as companions. However, for many others, it means rejection, self-doubt, dispiritedness, anxiety, and depression. No, I don’t belong to either category at present.
My tryst with the exam
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Iet me be very clear. I have nothing against Instagram. In fact, I have experienced Instagrammers ignoring me stepping on their feet as they scroll through their phones excitedly. They are the epitome of kindness and forgiveness. I hardly think they will look up even if a tornado swirls by their side. I like them.
They live in blissful ignorance. So, what really is the problem? Reels.
My initial encounter with this modern phenomenon happened when I saw a guy furiously
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