Essay 03

So, What Do You Do?

On credentials, identity, and the question nobody answers honestly.

Yesterday, I was in a meeting. We were talking about people from Delhi and Noida and their colourful language. And someone brought up this woman in our company — McKinsey on her resume, London Business School on her LinkedIn — who swears like there's no tomorrow.

The way she was described was: "She has such good credentials. And still she swears."

And it hit me — not for the first time — how often people are framed by what they've achieved professionally. Their credentials walk into the room before they do.

It made me wonder: what do I want to be known by?

Because for the longest part of my life, I've been defined by labels that weren't mine.

A kid to my parents.
A sister.
A fifth grader. A sixth grader. A seventh grader.
An engineering student.
A software developer at one company.
A product manager at another.
Then a product manager at another.

Before I knew it, I had lived through a dozen identities — and none of them were ones I chose.

Do I want to be known by the credentials that take up most of my life? Do I want to define myself by titles?

Or do I want to be known by who I am?

A kind person. A humble person. A generous person. Maybe these are just adjectives I'm using to describe myself. But they feel more real than any job title ever has.

Do I want to be known by my relations to other people? By how I treat them? By how I am as a person when no credential is watching?

This question bogs me down constantly.

Because whenever I meet someone new, the first thing they ask is — "So, what do you do?"

And most of the time, people answer with their job. I'm a developer. I'm a partner. I'm at this company.

But when I sit back and ask myself — what do you do, Richa?

Well. I just try to keep my brain together. Keep my heart in the right place. And work towards what I love.

That's the answer I want to give.

So the next time someone asks you what you do — maybe think about it from the perspective of what you do for yourself. Who you are as a person. And maybe, just maybe, through all of this, you'll find a part of yourself that had been missing. And you'll reconnect.

And next time, instead of asking someone "what do you do?" — ask them what excites them. Ask them what gets them out of bed every day.

And maybe a part of them will be as ignited as yours.

— Richa