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Maturity comes at a cost
My husband (Arun Paudwal) was not the kind of person to promote his wife (that would have really helped!) because he was already well established in the field of music direction. In fact, it was quite the contrary. He would criticise me so much and pick so many faults that I would be petrified of singing in his presence. I would have trouble finding my voice if I saw him in the recording room. I knew that if I were to slip up even a little, I would have to hear about it all the way home! In that sense, I could not ever become a 'professional' while he was around... Strangely enough, after I lost him to a prolonged illness, professional maturity came to me automatically. It was practically thrust upon me. I did not have the luxury of being criticised by a husband who cared. I had to be my own critic and learn to deliver the goods.
My husband (Arun Paudwal) was not the kind of person to promote his wife (that would have really helped!) because he was already well established in the field of music direction. In fact, it was quite the contrary. He would criticise me so much and pick so many faults that I would be petrified of singing in his presence. I would have trouble finding my voice if I saw him in the recording room. I knew that if I were to slip up even a little, I would have to hear about it all the way home! In that sense, I could not ever become a 'professional' while he was around... Strangely enough, after I lost him to a prolonged illness, professional maturity came to me automatically. It was practically thrust upon me. I did not have the luxury of being criticised by a husband who cared. I had to be my own critic and learn to deliver the goods.
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