FOMO No More: Shake Off That Social Pressure!

In our breathless seeking of public endorsement, are we missing the point?

- Rehana Munir

Aglib thought recently struck me as my auto-crossed Soho House in Juhu, one of the new purveyors of poshness. "What if my impostor syndrome is fake?" I said to myself with a laugh, too lazy to peel the layers of this particular thought-onion. It did, however, make me think about the rampant pretentiousness that sociable living necessitates. Here's a list of five kinds of pressures we'd do well to shed.

The cultural bandwagon

A few days after Geetanjali Shree's Partition-themed Hindi novel Tomb of Sand, translated by Daisy Rockwell, won the International Booker, I stepped into a hipster coffee shop to buy an overpriced, bitter Americano I've developed a disturbing appetite for. I found two young women, dressed alike in pretty, floaty dresses, reading the book synchronously. It was quite an arresting sight, considering the book is 725 pages long; not your regular Tuesdays with Morrie or Jonathan Livingston Seagull kind of café performance staple. Made me wonder about the last time I read a book without posting about it. But then writers are allowed all kinds of vanity in the guise of connecting with readers. Phew.

The (second-hand) opinion factory