"When I Grow Up...

on Jul 20, 2009
I want to be a doctor." I have no idea why I said that. But I was 8 years old and it seemed to be a popular answer, so I stuck to it. My medical entrance rank was 19K + something. My dad shied away from our neighbours for a week. I was already reading Shakespeare. But this is much later.

One of my initial strongest urges actually was to work at a video rental. I still don't know what I was thinking. It was when my dad bought our first brand new Panasonic VCR along with rented copies of English Classics. I was hooked. The slight push which revealed the wide tape, the pause, the record, the fungus. I was a regular at the store and was disappointed when the sales girl knew nothing about movies but its alphabetical display. I imagined myself there, giving discourses of movies I loved most, suggesting the best titles, and ofcourse the opportunity of watching movies before anybody else did.

Weather intervened and I completed my Masters. I thought I'd become a Journalist, so all through the course I sported a cloth satchel and wore torn jeans with cotton kurtas. But then real life journalism is a lot more fabrication than my ego could take - I decided I'll test my noble side.

Joined my college of 5 years as a Lecturer. The first time I entered my classroom, all of them stood up to say, "Goodmorning Ma'm!" I said the exact same thing in return. That was the first hint. But then, I fell in love with my students, they were the best. That's all I cherish of my stint there. Then one day, I visited this bookshop near our college and this shopkeeper goes, "Teacher-ey, is this all?" For the past 5 years as a student, I've frequented you, and you refuse to recognize me and now I'm in this ridiculous sari and you go 'Teacher-ey!" I quit.

Recently, I realized it runs in the family. After a couple of drinks, my brother made his own little confession. He and his friends decided not to write their IAS exam because the guard refused them from parking their car at the exam center.

My dad still thinks my brother simply didn't pass the exam.

Come to think of it, our life's just an ordinary script with a different perspective - only, we make it a comedy.

4 thus spoke:

Sakshi said...

Lolz what a comedy...I think we all have our fair share of comical timings. Yours definitely was interesting...Teacher-ey...I am loling at that and hope Mylo won't make a mistake like taht which will make you quit the role of chef??? Your post has given me an idea to write a post abt all those things I wanted to be while growing up...

Sid said...

Very well written blog. You blogs are an inspiration for me to start blogging soon. Cheers, Sid

Toothlesswink said...

@sakshi - I'm the cook at home rather than the chef. I'd love to know all the things you wanted to become :) Write!

@Sid - thank you for the comment! I'm floating! :D

Mishmash ! said...

"Recently, I realized it runs in the family. After a couple of drinks, my brother made his own little confession. He and his friends decided not to write their IAS exam because the guard refused them from parking their car at the exam center.
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ethu vaayichu othiri chirichu poyee....:)))))) could visualise the the confession part ;) hope all of u doing well....

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