They say "want to make God laugh? Tell Him your future plans."
I say, want to have His tummy ache with too much laughing, tell Him you intend to see them through.I have always had friends who knew exactly what's going to happen next in their life. I was in 8th std, when I was asked to choose one subject as my optional one. Engineering Drawing, Computer science or French. I chose the first one because I had passed computers (which was a graded subject) with a lot of 'help' (the wrong kind) from my friends, and French was a lost cause.
When I passed my 10th standard, I couldn't choose between Maths and Biology. I chose both. (Not to mention, nearly flunked in both too, but that's a different story.)
Then I was in a dilemma. Engineering or Medicine? I chose engineering because I couldn't stand to mug up cement-slab size books that were a given in the Medical field. When I had, finally, finally decided on engineering, which branch?
Chemical- Apart from inorganic, organic and physical chemistry, I like the rest. So...No.
Computer- *laughing extremely hard for even suggestin such a thing to a programming-handicapped-human i.e me.* No computers.
Mechanical- Has lots to do with lifting either extremely heavy or objects with negligible mass. Offends my physical sensibilities. (Me being on the very-heavy-don't-lift category.)
IT- Same reason as stated in the computers section. I am pathetic in all things pogramming.
Electronics and Telecom: We are extremely sorry to inform you that you have no more options available. Ok. Chosen.
Now that my friends are up and raring to go as our stint in engineering is halfway through, I am still confused. Whenever I had to choose a subject or even for that matter, a career, I went with the one I found least offensive. It's just a matter of chance that whatever I have pursued till now has turned out to be of my liking. Future may not be that favourable. But there is a very valid reason exactly why I break out in cold sweat when asked to choose. Whenever I 'plan' something, fate, literally makes sure my mind changes. I wanted to be a doctor (A neurosurgeon. Very stylish.) since the time my Dadu (grandfather) had given me my first doctor-doctor toy set.
Now, I am pursuing a B.Tech in Electronics and Telecom. And of my own free will.
So, even now, when someone asks me what are my 'future plans', I say I don't know and they look at me as if I am a lunatic.
"But you are doing Engineering! Ab toh naukri karo ya foreign jaao padhne ke liye. Kuch saalon baad shaadi. (Now either you will get into a job, or go abroad for PG and in a couple of years, get married. Hurray!)"
In such cases, I really don't waste my breath responding. Frankly, I am quiet amused. They make everything sound like a walk to super market to buy a toothbrush. If only it were, then me and my parents won't waste away perfectly good evenings discussing options in an infinite loop.
Whatever it is that has governed my life till now, if any thing doen't turn out well, I would as always shrug and say- Just My Luck.
I say, want to have His tummy ache with too much laughing, tell Him you intend to see them through.I have always had friends who knew exactly what's going to happen next in their life. I was in 8th std, when I was asked to choose one subject as my optional one. Engineering Drawing, Computer science or French. I chose the first one because I had passed computers (which was a graded subject) with a lot of 'help' (the wrong kind) from my friends, and French was a lost cause.
When I passed my 10th standard, I couldn't choose between Maths and Biology. I chose both. (Not to mention, nearly flunked in both too, but that's a different story.)
Then I was in a dilemma. Engineering or Medicine? I chose engineering because I couldn't stand to mug up cement-slab size books that were a given in the Medical field. When I had, finally, finally decided on engineering, which branch?
Chemical- Apart from inorganic, organic and physical chemistry, I like the rest. So...No.
Computer- *laughing extremely hard for even suggestin such a thing to a programming-handicapped-human i.e me.* No computers.
Mechanical- Has lots to do with lifting either extremely heavy or objects with negligible mass. Offends my physical sensibilities. (Me being on the very-heavy-don't-lift category.)
IT- Same reason as stated in the computers section. I am pathetic in all things pogramming.
Electronics and Telecom: We are extremely sorry to inform you that you have no more options available. Ok. Chosen.
Now that my friends are up and raring to go as our stint in engineering is halfway through, I am still confused. Whenever I had to choose a subject or even for that matter, a career, I went with the one I found least offensive. It's just a matter of chance that whatever I have pursued till now has turned out to be of my liking. Future may not be that favourable. But there is a very valid reason exactly why I break out in cold sweat when asked to choose. Whenever I 'plan' something, fate, literally makes sure my mind changes. I wanted to be a doctor (A neurosurgeon. Very stylish.) since the time my Dadu (grandfather) had given me my first doctor-doctor toy set.
Now, I am pursuing a B.Tech in Electronics and Telecom. And of my own free will.
So, even now, when someone asks me what are my 'future plans', I say I don't know and they look at me as if I am a lunatic.
"But you are doing Engineering! Ab toh naukri karo ya foreign jaao padhne ke liye. Kuch saalon baad shaadi. (Now either you will get into a job, or go abroad for PG and in a couple of years, get married. Hurray!)"
In such cases, I really don't waste my breath responding. Frankly, I am quiet amused. They make everything sound like a walk to super market to buy a toothbrush. If only it were, then me and my parents won't waste away perfectly good evenings discussing options in an infinite loop.
Whatever it is that has governed my life till now, if any thing doen't turn out well, I would as always shrug and say- Just My Luck.
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