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My days: Moving on.



My life was well planned. Study a course I want, earn some quick money and then travel the world. Being very thoughtful unlike all other Indian fathers, he asked me to study Math, Physics, Chemistry and Biology. Little did I know that in another two years I would be forced to join a medical School. As they say, God has plans for everybody and maybe joining a medical school was his plan for me.
How do I comprehend that? Well, as it turns out Indian students are supposed to write JEE to study in any engineering school all over India.It was my dream to study engineering no matter the college. After two years of not so well preparation, i finally take the exam and disqualify. As engineering was my only dream, I was thoughtful enough to apply for engineering schools in the UK and the US. Making it into the wait-list of the Purdue University I couldn't make the cut and thus wasn't offered an admission.Two schools in the UK accepted my application and the best  school for me was the University Of Sheffield. As I studied biology in my high school my father asked me to apply for NEET, a test to get into medical schools in India. Having zero preparation for it, I just went for a basic course to get a general idea and bam I qualified the test. Although the University Of Sheffield was a great university to study engineering, my father wanted me to become a doctor and after months of conversations and emotional torture I finally gave in, accepted and joined a good medical school, Deccan College of Medical Sciences in my hometown, Hyderabad.

Now what would you think? I would be emotionally suffering? Not studying at all? Hate my whole family? 
I was never happier in my life than I am today. Despite my first few months being rough and a lot of hatred towards my family, I now thoroughly love my life. Medicine in  itself is such a vast subject that you’re emotionally drained out, and just hate your life all the more. But this is what happens to everybody some or the other time in their lives. We are forced to change our plans for life. We are forced to do things which we hate the most. It is important to move on despite all the things you might be facing right now. I could have not studied at all, not attended  the classes, and do nothing related to it but that wasn’t me. I moved on. I had the courage to take on the task that lay ahead of me and the power to forgive my family because things like these make us more human.

Why do I love what I study right now and why might you too? 
You’re forced into it. Its done. So what? You are getting an amazing chance to completely study about the Human body. Like literally everything discovered about it so far. 
You’re going to believe in God all the more. When you’re in the dissection hall, you’ll get to see the human body structure in real time and every little thing that has a particular function and its amazing plan and lay out. It is impossible for things to have happened and exist just like that. There must have been some greater power, God, at work.
You’ll get the  chance to cure people and help them get better with your huge knowledge base about the human body.
You don’t have to land a desk job in front of computer. You’re going to be satisfied and have splendid chance to meet different people everyday and make  hundreds of new friends.

So what about my engineering dreams? Have they just vanished? Nope. Then…? 

Well all I wanted to do was build many electrical gadgets. I won't be getting the education to do them. Then what will I do now? Things can always be done and you can always find a way. The only difference is that I won't be designing them anymore or be building them. It is very easy to hire a company who design and build stuff. What does that require? Well  money and a knack to convey my ideas. The latter, done already. The only thing I need now is money which I will  save and earn in my  years of practise as a doctor. So Win-Win.


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