Broken Piece Of Dream
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Meet our future doctor, I don't know why but some of my aunts often address me as their 'future doctor'. I never told them that I wanted to be a doctor. But its perfectly clear that they had already given me their 'doctor' tag. I wanted to tell them that I was not interested in science and becoming a doctor was not my aim. But as always sudden bewilderment made my mouth shut. Moreover, I was afraid of their hyper critical disapproving looks and everything that follows.
When I was a kid, my teacher asked me about my ambition."I want to become a singer", I remember saying this very stubbornly without having a second thought. She was impressed and patted my shoulder encouragingly. She agreed that I had a sweet voice and she also told me never to give up singing. As I grew up, I was no longer that perky zealous girl I used to be. I became more of a nerd.
When I lost just one A+ in my tenth std board exam, my father was so sad. He didn't even talk to me for one day. And finally, he told me to stop singing and advised me to focus more on my studies. He was a doctor. He wants me to follow his path and become a doctor. But I don't want to follow his footsteps. I want to give shape to my dream and I want to create my own footprints, instead of following his. I wish if I could give wings to my dreams. Nevertheless waking up and doing something you hate for the rest of your life would be something utterly boring. I don't want my life to be like that. I want to pursue happiness in life by chasing my dreams. Becoming a singer - yes, that's my true ambition. But I never had that guts to tell my parents about my dream.
"Mom, I don't want to become a doctor. It's just not who I am." I said it finally.
"What?", she was almost shocked.
"Its true mom. I don't want to take MBBS, I want to be a singer"
"But what about our family reputation? We want to see you as a doctor. It's our dream. Could you at least give us that?"
I wanted to argue a little more. But I knew it was for no use. So I simply walked back to my room without saying another word. I took my guitar and ran my fingers over the rusted strings. A tiny drop of tear was rolling down my cheek.
And as always they won and I was left with my broken piece of dream...