which I was not prepared of; in fact I was a bloody
passionate photographer. I thought someday I will work for my own self following my obsession which might land me to somewhere in jungles of Africa working with Animal Planet or as a photo journalist in a reputed news agency. Yes I dream big!
But one night my dad saw a bloody
dream thrashing my own earned (pocket moneyed) camera and my crazy love for photography. The dream was that soon after completing MBA (which I don’t want to do) I got the job in country’s No.1 MNC with an initial package of more than half a million rupees per annum, additional perks like a chauffeur driven saloon car and a 3bhk duplex flat in a posh location of city. Lifestyle was changed; I started getting marriage proposals from rich class families etc etc. And my dad woke up, he impatiently announced- O’my great son, throw away everything and take my hand, I will give you a dream of my dream. But Dad!! I cannot….
hmmm no buts and ifs or you will see my laash
hanging on ceiling fan. Oh no! ok fine I can’t do this to my “weeping badly” mom and my unmarried teenage sisters on the cost of my love for photography, so get off you wild animals I am not coming to shoot your pictures. After some dozens of blood sucking interviews this wannabe photographer got a job in a MNC. Regrettably things were not going as smoothly as he expected, in lunch breaks he always used to abuse his boss for torturing him, every project he handles get an unknown error in it, his colleagues involved him in some weird office politics, he work for 8 hrs but not passionately, he still dreams but not big. However he successfully by prayers of his dad and ( not weeping) mom manages to get his 5 figured salary, after some more years passed, that now no more wannabe photographer is turned into a big bellied corporate foreman of a corporate jungle.
What if this guy could become a professional photographer? He would love torturing of his boss as most precious lessons for him to learn, his colleagues would be best company for him. He could work for more than 10 hrs without getting knocked off, he might not managed to get 5 figured salary but his job satisfaction would be above 100%. Why most of us take choice of passion
and choice of career
differently? This guy who could be a great photographer is now just a part of common corporate mass. He joined the mega-tribe of MBAs and his friends who also have same dreamy Dads chose careers like CA or Engineers. I wonder one day India might set a world record of highest numbers of MBAs, CAs and Engineers. I am not against MBAs, CAs and BEs just because I am not any one of them. Indeed, India produces world’s finest professionals from best educational institutes like IIM
but not everyone can get there easily nor can everyone be a best student and a best employee. That’s not a question of my concern; the question is that how good it is to follow a crowd just because our neighbors, society, community and people around us follow the same? Why parents decide career of their children instead of helping them to choose a best career option