August Challenge: Day 4: Biggest Regret

It’s more of a disappointment, I would say, rather than a regret, and it is to do with my choice in academics.
Born in a family that believed, your CET (Common Entrance Test for professional courses in Engineering and Medicine) ranking justified your existence on earth, I had no option but to fall in line.
At the end of schooling (10th std), the generous parents, felt the need to take my opinion for a decision in my life, and asked me to choose between Engineering and Medicine, what was it that I wanted to pursue?
Some logical thinking, i.e. comparatively fewer medical seats overall, and my abilities (or the lack of them) to read hefty enormous piles of books, resulted in going for the Engineering stream.
Could’nt bring myself to tell them that it was Arts, where the heart lie.
Having said that, I guess, no complaints with my folks, they did, what they understood best. After all, it did bring me enviable job profiles and fat pay checks (back then, of course before, I quit full time work), none of which went into savings (huh! That’s a different post).
So, to quench the soul’s thirst, I decided to do this correspondence course in Creative Writing now. I don’t know if this will fetch me any interesting work opportunities, but right now, this is purely to satisfy my yearning to do something I always wanted, and to tell my heart to shut up and stop cribbing!
Well, one other regret, this time a real one, and the BIGGEST one, is to do with the physique. How I disrespected the curves that the body had back then. Did not wear anything to flaunt them curves, and how now I ogle at all those beeeeeeaaauuuutiful, sexy clothes and wonder how I can ever fit my bulging corpulence into them! Huh! I live to regret that!

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