If I ever wanted to be something, it was everything. "What do you want to be?", was the question asked every year during my primary schooling, but my answer was never the same and I guess none of others were. All we did was try to say something extra-ordinary that catches every-ones attention or say for the opposite gender's. OK I say that's true for the male fraternity. The standard answers were 'Doctor', 'Policeman', 'Lawyer' while 'Astronauts and Pilots' followed in the later years.
Every-time I said, 'I want to be a......' and a pause, I couldn't complete the sentence. I mean, Does this occur to everyone? Of-course not, at some point in their lives they realise their true passion or they figure out how they want to screw their lives at-least. But that is not the case here. I remember, I wanted to be a Pilot, Chef, Doctor, F1 Racer, Athlete, a very rich guy who's also a heartthrob etc and yes I also wanted to be Alladin for Jasmine's sake and Genie would sort of take care of my wishes.
How cool would it be if it were possible? But deep inside, somewhere, I wanted to be an Artist. An Artist who imagines, creates and lives wonders. But the schooling didn't help. It restricted me to syllabus, uniform, time-table(I hated the most), and of-course grades. Its like someone who knew the average temperature of Verkhoyansk was better than someone who didn't.
For twelve years of my life I read what I was not interested in and pretend to be learning. Learning for me was an abstraction. I never felt as if I were learning. What was it that went wrong? What was it that I couldn't learn in fifteen years of schooling and I need to waste/spend another three or more in the name of graduation?
Every-time I said, 'I want to be a......' and a pause, I couldn't complete the sentence. I mean, Does this occur to everyone? Of-course not, at some point in their lives they realise their true passion or they figure out how they want to screw their lives at-least. But that is not the case here. I remember, I wanted to be a Pilot, Chef, Doctor, F1 Racer, Athlete, a very rich guy who's also a heartthrob etc and yes I also wanted to be Alladin for Jasmine's sake and Genie would sort of take care of my wishes.
How cool would it be if it were possible? But deep inside, somewhere, I wanted to be an Artist. An Artist who imagines, creates and lives wonders. But the schooling didn't help. It restricted me to syllabus, uniform, time-table(I hated the most), and of-course grades. Its like someone who knew the average temperature of Verkhoyansk was better than someone who didn't.
For twelve years of my life I read what I was not interested in and pretend to be learning. Learning for me was an abstraction. I never felt as if I were learning. What was it that went wrong? What was it that I couldn't learn in fifteen years of schooling and I need to waste/spend another three or more in the name of graduation?
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