Hobby..... A choice?

I am at the  "just become" grandmas  touching 50 soon. Most of the women of my generation are still moms to teenage kids and some have just married off their kids and some with tiny  grandkids.
One can now not really make out which category does a lady of my age belong to.
To add on I like many carry that tag
Oh you don't look your age or
You look like your kids sibling etc.
Thanks to hair colours and age defying products that it make sone live in utopia and with euphoria.

Air travel from remote towns means a lot of waiting at airports when catching connecting flights and then the question how to kill your time is always on your mind .
 The loyalty lounge looses its  charm when one is following the two meal diet.
Looking around the airport you see different age   groups doing their thing. Most of them Working on  their laptops. Sending mails, and pretending to be really serious in life with the moto "time is money and money is time" .
Others at leisure are reading  books in hard  copies with a calm and composed posture and some how it's never light fiction or Mills and Boons like our times. Where is all the innocent romance gone I wonder?
These serious readers are reading stuff that is  adding value to life..... It seems so atleast  The new generations are flipping through the kindle or iPad with  the  same poker face giving no clue what they are engrossed in.

The senior grandmas are with a assistant who is  a young relative or companion, trying to  calm their anxiety for  the forthcoming flight.
When I had to make my once again long journey from north to south of India to meet the kids and join my B school 25 th reunion  alumni meet I was dreading the long travel and airports waits.
I am a B school graduate and now a housewife 
I may look like a professional but the heart is of a mom and a homemaker.
I love  hobbies that are generally associated with women who have nothing better to do because of limited education.
I find fun in chrochet stitching and other craftwork
My long wait at any place can be well used by sewing and crocheting something.
But you see it clashes with my image.
A   B - school graduate now an army wife dressed in casual jeans can't be seen with a crochet needle and ball of wool. It looks so down market my daughter says to me.
And on the airport lounge it's definitely a big no no. That's what   I was made to believe. 

They are serious people there and busy ones even if they are on  a holiday.   Don't know why?
Air traveller's are always serious  talking in whispers and on  the other hand Train traveller's are loud  and friendly and laugh generously.
I think we Indians are groomed that way air journey is a serious travel. I guess the high cost takes away the smile from our faces and those who travel on the corporate account can't smile and joke, they behave like slaves of the organization and smiling would mean breaking  a clause in the  legal bond.
The ones that probably smile laugh and have  fun are the new generation college kids who really enjoy because the laughter is stolen off their dads faces not theirs.
Now coming back to how to kill my time at the airport.
I concluded that I can't be seen around in jeans  t-shirt and a chrochet needle and a  crinkling plastic bag concealing the ball of wool.
It  doesn't suit the airport image, my image and my age.
So I have to do something more acceptable to the airport crowd.......

Do u really have  a choice of hobby??? Now I wonder

This question actually came from my indian middle class upbringing that is to live and to do as per others expectations. Now
I decided to move out of that zone.
I thought why not do exactly what I want. I don't think people really care what other are doing  they are so   pre occupied.with themselves.
And even if someone does notice let them keep guessing.

A hobby is a hobby let it not have a class discrimination.
So then,  I carry a crochet metal hook and ball of wool ready to make a small mental revolution

I am happy to see myself break the barrier I created within.
My purse had my tools ready with me to see me through the afternoon wait at the airport.
At the security check my purse X-ray showed  an objectionable pointed metal object.
The security man asked me to dispose the "lethal weapon" immediately 

So a more enlightened person I walked through the security realising that this could be  the reason why I don't see women kitting or crocheting at airports and it has nothing to do with age and class.