(STORIES FROM THE SCHOOL – III)
Unit: The Road Not Taken
What’s your ambition?(The same old innocent question)
I was pretty sure of the statistics for the answers.
As usual one-third of the class proudly claimed they want to be doctors. What kind? No idea. That’s fine.
Each one of you loves to be one? What’s the main attraction?
Yes!! Money!
And the prestige?
Yes, yes, of course!!
So that means you would ‘love’ to be with sick people all your working hours? How many of you – now?
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To my utter dismay, NOT A SINGLE ONE OF THEM!
Oh, what did I do? Did I ruthlessly eradicate a batch of doctors? Sorry, that was not my intention.
Wait! There were two – but one, a wannabe politician and the other a wannabe journalist. But a politician… and a journalist… and the sick…?
Think of that teacher who doesn’t want to be with students, that salesman who doesn’t want to be with customers, that vet who doesn’t want to be with animals…
Now I know what’s wrong with the doctors these days.
Now I am thinking what I can do to help (at least some of) my wannabe doctors to be REAL doctors.
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Each time I see my profile pic
And an inviting blank space
Below each and every post
By those unknown ‘post’ers,
My heart starts pounding –
How should I comment on…
the lady who made dosa today,
the girls who had cupcakes and selfies,
the boys who tried beer and adventure,
the man who stood beside a Rolls Royce,
the activist who was infuriated,
the journalist who was ‘enlightened’,
the teacher who came across
another meme that resonated,
the business man who hosted
another dinner for the celebrities?
My material soul utters scornfully:
Loser, it’s your turn to impress.
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