Indian parent's and their fallacy

The journey of compulsion and misguide starts from post matriculation itself when a so-assumed known man says, "Science le lo beta.. bahut scope hai" (You must opt for science, it has a lot of scope).

I have also come across such jerky people. I am fortunate enough that neither my parents nor anyone of my blood relative is such narrow minded. I was given the utmost freedom to opt for anything after tenth.

I have seen a friend of mine. She's very intelligent. She has always been a good student till tenth. She wanted to join arts and continue with Mass communication and then finally choose Journalism as her profession. She couldn't because of the typical mentality. She had to opt science even if she didn't want to. She couldn't opt for journalism. She was manipulated to take something which she never really thought of choosing. There she is today, cursing her fate and struggling with drafting tools & pantographs. I respect her parents for everything but not their compulsion upon their daughter to live her life according to their way.

This typical misguided mentality has started disappearing from the society. Today parents have understood that it is more important for the child to live their dream than to study engineering or medical with the hope of scope.

Dreams and passions do exist and also their is ample amount of social support to pursue them. Away from the world of engineers where they are bound to work under heavy stress in night shifts in the IT sector, there are many parallel worlds where people are more successful, happy and less stressed. Let us see the world of musicians and sportsmen. They have more glory & happiness and even they are living their dreams. If we see ourselves and our world of fellow bloggers and freelance writers, we can find millions of happy faces living their passions.

The belief that doctors and engineers are the only one's who are happy has almost become a myth in our country. Today children are allowed to live their life their way.

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College Days

Commemorating every single mischief of the last four years has now made college life look adorable. Bunks, proxies, Cheating in internals, attendance shortage, LL (Lover’s Lane), imitating teachers, sharing data hand-books, parking lot, birthday bumps, Wonder La, Bike trips, Nandi Hills, educational trips  … everything stands as a beautiful part in each one of ours Book of Engineering. On one hand where we had friends from other branches yelling about the differences prevailing among them and on the other hand we have always cheered the  Royal Mechanical Brotherhood. Bengaluru had been a home far away from home for me. In the arms of all the brothers around this was perhaps the most beautiful phase of life. Although we always complained about the scarcity of the feminine gender yet in the end it didn’t even matter. 

Now we have all separated like the branches of a tree. We are all focussed and heading towards our destination. But will this life remain as good as the last four years from now on?? The bitter part of life will now be served to us. At every phase we would be expected to act towards responsibilities, duties and social norms. We are not expected to be mischievous and now on mischiefs would be treated as mistakes. We are all graduates, just like millions of them in the streets. We will have to be in the rat race.

Life after a decade shall be lot changed than what we lived during engineering. Most of us will be married. All of us will be established as white collar employee or entrepreneurs at different corners of the globe. We won’t be college going lad any more. We won’t be wearing our friend’s tee and a pair of torn unwashed jeans every time. We won’t have plenty of time to watch every movie. We won’t have time to fix a girl for a friend. We won’t have that appetite to eat every dish in a buffet. We would hesitate for a street fight. We won’t have that bunch of friends to get us a cake and kick our ass on the mid-night of our birthday. We would have plenty of money for petrol but the least enthusiasm for any bike trip. We would be missing studying together a night before exam. 

One fine day we would plan for a reunion and we would be there with most of us hanging a beer belly. There we shall sit and cherish about all the mischiefs of our college life. As for now, it’s too hard for me to realize that I just lived the best days of my life.