STORED MEMORY I remember the stairs in Queens, where we lived after my parents immigrated to New York. I can remember seeing my Sikh father's turban and long beard. He was a businessman, a typical immigrant, trying to make money. I was three when I was diagnosed with retinitis pigmentosa and by then I was legally blind, so it was clear, early on, that choices were being taken away. At school, I was in a big class and the teachers didn't want me there because it meant added responsibility. My mother took me to a school for the blind but she didn't like the look of it so she decided I wasn't blind. She'd teach me at home. Then we moved to New Jersey, where the classes were smaller and that's where I was taught Braille.

TAKING THE REINS There was American life and there was Indian life. In school I was allowed to be blind. At home - at the temple, in Indian society - my parents wanted to hide it. It was a source of embarrassment and that made me anxious. I didn't want to be caught. I was pretty bad at school, but when I was in seventh grade, I told my mom I'd start figuring it out on my own and I didn't want her help any more. I was 13 when my father suddenly died (of a heart attack). My sister, nine years younger than me, is also blind and, overnight, my mom's attitude changed. She'd say, "I don't want to hear about men or boys, you've got to stand on your own two feet." She wasn't going to save money for our dowries, she was going to spend it on our education.

It's official: White men don't have a preference for Asian women - any race will do

WISE COUNSEL In 11th grade, someone flippantly made a comment that I wouldn't have to worry about employment because I'd end up on government handouts or married. I was always assigned a counsellor to check on me generally, and I was lucky: I got the wife of a dentist, someone from a wealthier neighbourhood. She had a book describing colleges and she lit up when it mentioned the (business-focused) Wharton School, of the University of Pennsylvania. My father was a failed businessman and I understood that finance was important. Her view was I should try there, but it would be a bonus if I got in. So I did.

BLIND CHANCE Undergraduate life was very competitive. I struggled to do well. I wanted to go to Wall Street but it quickly became clear that wasn't going to happen. At the beginning of my third year, I did social psychology. I went to a professor and asked him if I could be his research assistant. I remember to this day the silence … then he pounded the desk and shouted, "You're it!" He was doing studies that involved asking embarrassing questions and he had a notion: what if the person asking these questions couldn't see you? That's when I started to feel I could become an experimentalist.

TESTING TIMES At Stanford University one of my first studies - with children in an elementary school - was about culture and choice. It turned out the Asian-American children performed best when they thought their mothers had chosen the puzzles. Anglo-American children performed best when they chose their own. I used to like going to a store, Draeger's. It had 15 types of bottled water, nearly 250 mustards, 348 jams … but I'd ask myself, "How come you never buy anything?" So I decided to do a little experiment. I set up two tasting booths - with six jams or 24 jams - by the entrance. Sixty per cent of shoppers were more likely to stop at the 24 jams; only 3 per cent of them would purchase. But 30 per cent of those who stopped at the six jams would purchase. The more choices people have, the more likely they are to procrastinate and the less satisfied they are.

I was probably asking questions in a different way. And, in an odd way, the questions I was asking were speaking to more people than anyone had imagined.
Sheena Iyengar

 

 

RIGHT TO CHOOSE I knew I wanted to write a book but I didn't know how it would change my life. Afterwards, lots of charities asked for help. I was more likely to say yes when it came to issues of women and poor people getting educated. I haven't been to Bangladesh yet to visit the Asian University for Women (www.asian-university.org; Iyengar is on the AUW's Support Foundation board of directors). I've done a few talks on it, in New York, Japan and here. Do I think women need more choices? Yes, more meaningful choices, and choices for education is a no-brainer. When I was seven, I'd been to India and almost died of malaria. I next went back when I was 27, for my (non-arranged) wedding. I married a Hindu - a Brahmin. I used to go every year, an odd experience: on the one hand, Indians have an extreme reaction to blind people, and on the other hand, I was a member of this Brahmin class, a very elite group. I got divorced recently. Yes, people are absolutely, constantly, judging. They'll say, "Well, for someone who specialises in choice, aren't you going to regret that one?" It goes with the territory.

SON SHINE I have a son, Ishaan, who's 11. I've found having a child to be a beautiful experience. When he was born, I hired a Tibetan ayah. I must have interviewed 100 nannies. I started before he was born, I narrowed it down, I tested some. I understood this was a choice that was going to have huge consequences for a long time. It was probably one of the best I've ever made. She's the only person who gets along with both sides of the family. When my son goes out with his dad, he's treated normally, but with his mom, he's the object of attention. He's learning to resolve that: being with me means going to the front of the line and that's good, particularly at Disney World. And it's not like he's going to reject his mom, right? There's no choice.

CLARITY Because I'd experienced limitations in my life, I could question the assumptions of choice. I don't want to say I was destined but I was drawn to choice. I was probably asking questions in a different way. And, in an odd way, the questions I was asking were speaking to more people than anyone had imagined.