I wanted to become a doctor. In fact, I wished that some day I would become a neurosurgeon. The idea of white overall, big hospitals, serving humanity and the cause enthralled me. The respect doctors enjoy in the society fascinated me and compelled my soul to become like them one day. To me, at that time, doctors were out of this world, and becoming one was a beginning towards the end. Being a very emotional person with intense feeling for anyone who needs help, I was of the opinion that this was the right profession for me I tried, did my O’ levels and premedical but could not secure good enough marks to enter into a medical college. Blast!

It really was a blast for me. I could not even believe that I could not accomplish the grades. OK, it was rather tough. But I literally tried very hard. But then I thought that it might not be the end of the world. And I was right. Becoming a doctor was and is not the end of the world, neither a surgeon the last marvelous person on earth. Restarting, I took admission in a business school. There I was the jack of all trades, and apple of faculty’s eyes. They regarded me as a brilliant student. Out of school I ended up in a very good 9-5 organization.

Now, when I look at my friends and other doctors, I literally pity them. They do not have a life of their own. They strive so hard but nether do they get the recognition nor return due to excessive supply of doctors. This changed my attitude and thinking. Now, doctors are not the only respectable persons on earth. Rather every being is.