How do I tell them......?

 When I was child my teacher asked me what my dream was. Rolling up my chicks, with a grin I would answer “Engineer”.  Countless vocations were introduced in that ‘podium’. Selection of an ideal career at the age of twelve was a stupid baloney. A normal kid is almost not mighty to select even his wearing, how could he make a resolution for a career (?)

Many doctors from those grades today are engineers, many air-hostesses from those benches today are engineers, many bureaucrats from those classes today are engineers as a consequence many engineers from that ‘school’ today are jobless.  The point is, none followed the one they loved to be and chose the trendy market. Throw a stone up in the sky and ninety nine percent is the probability that it will choose a head of an Engineer, in India. Very few of the techies here are by choice, rest followed the herd of sheep. I clearly remember the first day of my Engineering; the creepy professor here swapped the question to why is engineering your dream?  And the answer for this broke the class in laughter; “Parents insisted!” answered a fellow. He was true. Parents insisted, it was an unspoken answer of many students. Few days back finding #career trending on twitter, I chuckled with disgrace; it was factual, in today’s clock education is a kind of fashion a type of fad. Now-a-days it’s engineering and its increasing craze kicks me off in a large humiliation. I am one of ‘those millions’, it would have sounded better for the one among hundreds. I ever liked engineering but never loved it.  Regrettably I came to know about it when I jumped in the pool of machines. What was supposed to be spotted four years earlier approached at a point when looking back in the past wouldn’t make any brains. And it’s common with many. The manner one looks forward choosing ‘love’ over ‘trend’ is a vital contest.

From the time I was able to think, I dreamed for being an engineer. Eventually will be an engineer sooner than six months. But at this phase I got to know, I was wrong, what I dreamed was a fantasy (my dear ones will call it as rubbish as many of you will but it is true). Altering the track needs a strong courage a deep dedication and a surety that history won’t repeat. I must talk with my parents regarding this and should exchange their outlook. I am afraid. Not exactly afraid, something different for what I am scared of. I am all alone, I am not able to understand how do I tell them….?   

            

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