I just overhead my aunt asking her child the question which we all must have heard at least once from someone in life - what do you want to be when you grow up? This got my tiny brain thinking and I was like - wait a minute - I never wanted to be what I am today. So what did I really want to be. Well, a lot of things since I am a totally indecisive kind of person.
I wanted to be a teacher when I was eight years old. I loved the way the teachers in my school used to scrape their chalk piece on the board and that too with beautiful, colorful chalk pieces. I was madly in love with this profession that my younger sister was often a victim of my fake-class by being a student surrounded by dolls who were sitting on chairs. I would wrap a bed sheet around myself (supposed to be the sari) and start taking classes on my terrace door - which served its purpose of being a blackboard. Sadly, my love for teachers or should I say chalk pieces diminished such that after two years I wanted to be a nun.
Don't ask me why. Its just that I wanted to wear that hood-like thing on the head and not marry anyone. I loved Mother Teresa and maybe I was simply fascinated by movies where they dress up like that and got to eat a lot of that communion bread stuff (which by the way I was dying to eat tat time because I wanted to know what it tasted like and my parents told I had to wait for it).
When I was 13, my sole aim in life was to become a veterinary doctor because I simply loved animals (by animals I only thought of cats and dogs - not cows and hens). I used to watch BBC where they would show these documentaries with doctors in their neat blue gowns helping dogs, cats, horses (No, I did not see them helping cows or hens) on clean tables and I was like, wow that would be me someday. I spent my vacation that year in India and saw a man shoving his hand deep down into a cow's butt. I started laughing and thinking why would anyone do that and my grandma told those are veterinary doctors. At the speed of light my ambition changed - I wanted to be an air-hostess.
I love traveling so I thought I can fly all over the world and get paid for it as well. Unfortunately I developed a fear after seeing the number of plane crashes and I totally get worked up when the flight lands so my mind settled for being an engineer. An engineer is what I am today though I really don't know anything about it. Yeah, I don't even know how to fix a simple wire connection like my husband says - so much for struggling 4 years in a horrible college. Well, I'm thinking now... I love architecture, painting and designing... Maybe I should be an interior designer? :P
I wanted to be a teacher when I was eight years old. I loved the way the teachers in my school used to scrape their chalk piece on the board and that too with beautiful, colorful chalk pieces. I was madly in love with this profession that my younger sister was often a victim of my fake-class by being a student surrounded by dolls who were sitting on chairs. I would wrap a bed sheet around myself (supposed to be the sari) and start taking classes on my terrace door - which served its purpose of being a blackboard. Sadly, my love for teachers or should I say chalk pieces diminished such that after two years I wanted to be a nun. Don't ask me why. Its just that I wanted to wear that hood-like thing on the head and not marry anyone. I loved Mother Teresa and maybe I was simply fascinated by movies where they dress up like that and got to eat a lot of that communion bread stuff (which by the way I was dying to eat tat time because I wanted to know what it tasted like and my parents told I had to wait for it).
When I was 13, my sole aim in life was to become a veterinary doctor because I simply loved animals (by animals I only thought of cats and dogs - not cows and hens). I used to watch BBC where they would show these documentaries with doctors in their neat blue gowns helping dogs, cats, horses (No, I did not see them helping cows or hens) on clean tables and I was like, wow that would be me someday. I spent my vacation that year in India and saw a man shoving his hand deep down into a cow's butt. I started laughing and thinking why would anyone do that and my grandma told those are veterinary doctors. At the speed of light my ambition changed - I wanted to be an air-hostess. I love traveling so I thought I can fly all over the world and get paid for it as well. Unfortunately I developed a fear after seeing the number of plane crashes and I totally get worked up when the flight lands so my mind settled for being an engineer. An engineer is what I am today though I really don't know anything about it. Yeah, I don't even know how to fix a simple wire connection like my husband says - so much for struggling 4 years in a horrible college. Well, I'm thinking now... I love architecture, painting and designing... Maybe I should be an interior designer? :P
