Most parents these days have ambitious plans about their kids' future. They hope to fulfil their dreams or their dream career through their still-toddling wards. (For the sake of a career option he had left half way, my father nutured the hope that either of his kids would make it to the Indian Administrative Service. In vain.)
And now I find we are not immune to such vanities either. "I think he is going to be a finance guy. He will make a great chartered accountant," V expresses the hope as he looks at Ash.
"Uh, I dont want him to ruin his life. He will have better career options than that," I smirk.
"What would you like to be?" V asked Ash yesterday. "A doctor, a lawyer, an engineer?"
"A train engine driver," Ash replied calmly.
"I meant e-n-g-i-n-ee-r," V repeated.
"No, appa. I want to become an engine driver." His role models seem to be the engine drivers in a couple of nursery rhymes.
Mira, for her part, said she would like to be a doctor like her paediatrician.
M is planning to be a doctor, V told Ash.
"Is she going to be a swamiji?" Right now, for him a doctor is synonymous with the swami- ayurveda physician who treats him.
M is already insisting on a stethescope to begin her career. I need to find a toy one soon.
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Good luck to them. and God bless them with best.
ust
:)I wanted to be a bus conductor for a long time. then circle inspector.
Kochumon
I've heard my father telling he wanted to be a 'kalavandikaran'.In those days he was the only one who made regular trips to the 'TOWN', Changanacherry.The sight of him, sitting on the loaded cart, with a whip in his hand, thrilled my father to bits, he says.
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