Ambitions of childhood
During dinner tonight, we had a casual conversation and the topic of career aspirations came up. This is how the discussion came about:
Mannu: I am yet to decide what I want to become.
Tammu: But I have decided that I want to be a Sand Art Teacher.
Me: Hmmm. Good
Mannu: I think I will become a shopkeeper.
Abbas: Don’t you remember what Baba wants you to become??
Me: (Shushing and signalling Abbas to convey) Let them nourish their own ambitions.
Tammu: Or else I might become a scientist also.
Me: Okay great!
Mannu: May be I will become a shoe seller. I will have a variety of shoes on my cart.
Me: Wow. That’s a good idea.
Tammu: But Baba wanted you to be an astronaut na?
Mannu: Errr, mmmm, okay now I know. I want to be a security guard. I will deliver the parcels to all people’s houses.
Tammu: Then you become a postman. Why security guard?
Mannu: Ya right. Postman it is then!
Tammu: Okay, I will be astronaut since you are not interested.
Abbas: Great Tammu. You can certainly be an astronaut. You can go to different planets, space etc..
Mannu: I have finally decided that I want to be a fancy store keeper.
Abbas: Banging his forehead on the wall!!!
Me: You know what I wanted to be when I was young?
Mantam: What? What?
Me: Bus Conductor!!
Ambitions of adulthood
There are a few things that I was not good at when I was small. Dancing and Sports! I was indirectly mocked on many occasions for the lack of these skills. They always haunted me. In some corner of my head, I always had the ambition of winning these demons even when I grew up. This instance helped me win over the Dance demon to a certain extent. But even after that, I have had inhibitions to dance in public. A couple of months ago, there was a DJ party hosted by the employer. Last year I had avoided it. This time, however, I decided to go on a whim. I had my colleague S who is a dancer. So I even went on to the dance floor with her and some other colleagues. Looking at the rest of the folks, I got some confidence. Coz nobody was bothered about the steps. Everybody was dancing for joy. I shed my shyness and began blankly aping S. Boy, did I enjoy myself or what? I can’t express how elated I was to have danced in public.
Next demon to capture was Sports. I badly wanted to run a marathon ever since I read RM’s first Mumbai Marathon post. But I never had the guts to go for it as I was always a bad runner. Thinking of the lack of fitness, I dared not make myself a laughing stock. I feared that I might as well be the last participant huffing, puffing, panting and in the worst case crawling to the finish line. Yesterday I saw someone posted about the Pinkathon that is going to be held in Bangalore. I checked the details and I got myself registered for the 3K (the least distance) run. I dunno how I am going to do, but I sure want to participate. Not for anyone, just for myself.
RM, please share some tips and send some virtual blessings!!
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