PROFESSION hunt!

  Selecting a profession by the parents for their children is quite a  respected practice being followed typically in South Asia, which according to them is the most efficient way of guiding their children towards what is fruitful for them.
    Considering the fact that a piece of guidance from the parents/ guardians or from other relatives  (who won’t even get rewarded for that matter) might actually turns out to be worthwhile, is acceptable but the act of almost forcing the children towards the pre decided goals is

objectionable or rather condemnable!.. as it steals from the children,the quality of rummaging through the ideas and reaching towards the desired insight of their aims, rendering them do something they never wanted for the rest of their lives(though most of the children/youngsters are unaware of their undiscovered melancholy).
    The burden of blame falls not only on the parents but also on the preconceived notions running into the society merely accepted by majority.
   As per what’s seen in the west, that the children show their interest in a particular field , may it be medicine ,business, music, cooking etc and are supported by majority of parents.
   Despite the flaws and the drawbacks our society has  produced wonderful legends. ..imagine the wonders we would get if all the children in our society grow up to be what they’re best at!
  

Family, a blessing!

When I was in my early teens some 10 years back, the idea of living independent of restrictions had always fancied me. … i remember one time while I had been rebuked by my mother for accepting a birthday invitation without asking for her permission …although the way I accepted it ,was more like a herald but then again I was in my teens! …. anyways despite the admonishment I was allowed to go ( my mom is lovely and I know that )…..the permit though was more like an  acquiescence but yeah the same teen thing! ;)!!!!!…well that was the day when I deadly imagined myself being somewhere distant from home…a place with no restrictions…. It was no less than the utopia island described by Thomas More. …rendering me being sauntered by a breeze of contentment !
  There came a time when I drowned myself under a pile of books ….well it was because I wanted to be a doctor  and so I had to get through a scorching furnace without getting myself burnt (the furnace ,which they call an entrance test)…. I appeared in many aptitude tests but got a call from a university miles away from my hometown in Karachi and by the way I’m from Hyderabad city.
  Everything went smooth until my first night in the hostel, where I was surrounded by zillions of thoughts regarding WHAT’S COMING NEXT!… apart from answering random questions regarding my life I endeavoured to enjoy every bit of this new life until I was caught by common cold and fever where nothing else was offered by my fellows except for a couple of medicines.. ..NOTHING ELSE according to me comprehended simple gestures like serving my favourite meal (as mom would do)Nevertheless they were sharing the same stage which I was performing on… anyways that tingling feeling of NOT being at home was felt terribly by me that day …
  Hanging out with friends was fun. …..combine studies were interesting… birthday parties, storytelling on Saturdays was pleasing …When one day a flashback of my father ran through my mind of telling me to avoid public transport when I was in one while returning from shopping with friends and was asked to hand over my gadget and bag to a young fellow with blank eye balls and no heart! ….I was not with family was all I could think of at that moment
I have learnt a lot during my hostel days like being confident, sharing, comprising, smart but the most important among them is that there’s nothing that could replace family and home….
I’m triumphant enough with the anticipation of being able to live with my family soon as I’m about to graduate as a doctor! 🙂

From the scratch!

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