Call it my incredulous imagination , but I couldn't think of a better title. As much as I would like to elaborate on my current trepidations , I'll prefer to keep this outburst lucid and terse.
Even today when I get a call from a curious relative , asking me if engineering is satisfying enough, I pretend that it is. On a rather straight note, why shouldn't it be? It gives me this authority of being called an "engineer", something I'd been craving for all my life.
However, to realise at this point of time , the time when I seem to be a month away from placements , the time I had once fantasized , that I'll have to start over with life all over again in search of another profession is not only grossly ironic but also frustrating.
It's getting a bit too filmy ,and hitherto I have noticed , eventually it always does. Be it Tragically dramatic or Dramatically tragic , it has come to work both ways.
While the not-so-immediate family members keep vigil for an unlimited supply of laddoos , when the news of me getting a job , irrespective of the package and profile , breaks out, my parents feel rather comfortable at delaying such a wasteful expenditure, for I had made my intentions of not taking up a job immediately after engineering transparent and uncompromisable a significant while back. But then , it exposes me , more inadvertently, to a new variety of inquisitiveness, which tips off with this basic little question : Now What?
Sometimes I think I should be purposefully ambivalent about ambitions. It's safer to do so. Not that I intend to keep my parents curious, but least of all things, it rids me off the burden of giving them a fake hope.
Even today when I get a call from a curious relative , asking me if engineering is satisfying enough, I pretend that it is. On a rather straight note, why shouldn't it be? It gives me this authority of being called an "engineer", something I'd been craving for all my life.
However, to realise at this point of time , the time when I seem to be a month away from placements , the time I had once fantasized , that I'll have to start over with life all over again in search of another profession is not only grossly ironic but also frustrating.
It's getting a bit too filmy ,and hitherto I have noticed , eventually it always does. Be it Tragically dramatic or Dramatically tragic , it has come to work both ways.
While the not-so-immediate family members keep vigil for an unlimited supply of laddoos , when the news of me getting a job , irrespective of the package and profile , breaks out, my parents feel rather comfortable at delaying such a wasteful expenditure, for I had made my intentions of not taking up a job immediately after engineering transparent and uncompromisable a significant while back. But then , it exposes me , more inadvertently, to a new variety of inquisitiveness, which tips off with this basic little question : Now What?
Sometimes I think I should be purposefully ambivalent about ambitions. It's safer to do so. Not that I intend to keep my parents curious, but least of all things, it rids me off the burden of giving them a fake hope.
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