My daughter Sangeeta was in the twelfth of higher secondary classes. She asked me, “Some of my friends are preparing for PMT exam. I want to appear for it.”
“Isn’t the selection tough?”
“I don’t know but I want to assess my own capabilities.” She said.
She scored well in the twelfth exams but failed to secure good marks in the PMT. This gave her the confidence that she would qualify in the next attempt. She became determined to be a doctor and with full concentration plunged in preparation. With a little persuasion, she agreed to join the first year of local CMD College for B.Sc. course. However, she declined to attend classes with the argument that this would hamper her performance at the PMT. When I asked her if she would take the exams for B.Sc. 1st year, she replied, “I’ll let you know at that time.”
Sangeeta was attending her coaching for PMT daily for around three hours. She would return by 9.30 pm. One day she complained that some fellow students follow her in their bikes while returning to home. Their activities are not confined to this but are harassing her by passing obscene comments. “Please do something,” she said.
I listened patiently and replied, “No need to go to classes from tomorrow.”
“What are you saying, Papa?” she exclaimed.
“Persons you are encountering today are the same kind of people will be there at medical college, hospital and even in the market. How long shall I escort you? It is not possible for me. Face yourself otherwise sit at home and clean the utensils, wash clothes and cook meals. You are not an eligible person to become a doctor.” I remarked.“
She got my point what I wanted to convey and she never complained again.
There were several young aspirants struggling for becoming a doctor, attending coaching classes, pouring over textbooks. For them, attending marriages, birthday celebrations, tour, picnic, cinema, and TV became self-prohibited. They knew that those were the hurdles in their march. They had nothing in their lives except books, notes, coaching and studies.
I knew that some affluent persons were getting their wards admitted in medical college because they could afford to pay capitation fees to the tune of ten to fifty lakhs. For me even thought of such idea amounted to sin as I was deep down in penury. Everybody is aware of the fact that some persons who score almost disgraceful marks are admitted in medical college, credit goes to the ‘reservation quota’ policy in India where those candidates who were such higher in their ranks were watching helplessly lamenting their fates. My daughter was suffering for being born in a general category family.
The state of Madhya Pradesh had only six medical colleges, Indore, Bhopal, Jabalpur, Gwalior, Rewa and Raipur which had a total intake of 720 seats, out of which only 273 seats remained ‘reserved’ for the general category candidates. For this small number of seats, approximate 50,000 students used to compete, spending their days and nights in studies. In order to have their dreams come true, they used to work hard so as to become a doctor, work in the hospital, serve the patients. But you know, dreams are the dream! In many cases, they turn out to be wishful thinking. Only a small number manages to score while the rest were condemned to remain out. They would shed tears after seeing their hopes shattered. They, when highly disappointed, would make even their parents nervous.
Among my acquaintances, there were a good number of young persons who had necessary qualities of becoming a doctor but they could not build their careers because of the reservation policy for entrance tests and thus the society was deprived of their merits and talents. Quite a good number of them had to become a Shikshak, the teacher, thus draining away their capabilities. They pretend to be happy which in fact, is an absurd drama.
While reading this autobiography you might be wondering that the author seems to be a clever and wise person and yet he could not mold his own destiny according to his own wishes. A management trainer whose presentations fill everyone’s heart with self-confidence energizing their spirits remains a backbencher in his own life! Does he know merely to impress others? What makes him cut a sorry figure while putting his own preaching into action?
It is true that heredity game me the Mantras of business hence I can sell even if I were to sell something on a footpath. Then why troubles engulf me? In facts, my failures and troubles have their origin my timid nature and hesitancy.
“Isn’t the selection tough?”
“I don’t know but I want to assess my own capabilities.” She said.
She scored well in the twelfth exams but failed to secure good marks in the PMT. This gave her the confidence that she would qualify in the next attempt. She became determined to be a doctor and with full concentration plunged in preparation. With a little persuasion, she agreed to join the first year of local CMD College for B.Sc. course. However, she declined to attend classes with the argument that this would hamper her performance at the PMT. When I asked her if she would take the exams for B.Sc. 1st year, she replied, “I’ll let you know at that time.”
Sangeeta was attending her coaching for PMT daily for around three hours. She would return by 9.30 pm. One day she complained that some fellow students follow her in their bikes while returning to home. Their activities are not confined to this but are harassing her by passing obscene comments. “Please do something,” she said.
I listened patiently and replied, “No need to go to classes from tomorrow.”
“What are you saying, Papa?” she exclaimed.
“Persons you are encountering today are the same kind of people will be there at medical college, hospital and even in the market. How long shall I escort you? It is not possible for me. Face yourself otherwise sit at home and clean the utensils, wash clothes and cook meals. You are not an eligible person to become a doctor.” I remarked.“
She got my point what I wanted to convey and she never complained again.
There were several young aspirants struggling for becoming a doctor, attending coaching classes, pouring over textbooks. For them, attending marriages, birthday celebrations, tour, picnic, cinema, and TV became self-prohibited. They knew that those were the hurdles in their march. They had nothing in their lives except books, notes, coaching and studies.
I knew that some affluent persons were getting their wards admitted in medical college because they could afford to pay capitation fees to the tune of ten to fifty lakhs. For me even thought of such idea amounted to sin as I was deep down in penury. Everybody is aware of the fact that some persons who score almost disgraceful marks are admitted in medical college, credit goes to the ‘reservation quota’ policy in India where those candidates who were such higher in their ranks were watching helplessly lamenting their fates. My daughter was suffering for being born in a general category family.
The state of Madhya Pradesh had only six medical colleges, Indore, Bhopal, Jabalpur, Gwalior, Rewa and Raipur which had a total intake of 720 seats, out of which only 273 seats remained ‘reserved’ for the general category candidates. For this small number of seats, approximate 50,000 students used to compete, spending their days and nights in studies. In order to have their dreams come true, they used to work hard so as to become a doctor, work in the hospital, serve the patients. But you know, dreams are the dream! In many cases, they turn out to be wishful thinking. Only a small number manages to score while the rest were condemned to remain out. They would shed tears after seeing their hopes shattered. They, when highly disappointed, would make even their parents nervous.
Among my acquaintances, there were a good number of young persons who had necessary qualities of becoming a doctor but they could not build their careers because of the reservation policy for entrance tests and thus the society was deprived of their merits and talents. Quite a good number of them had to become a Shikshak, the teacher, thus draining away their capabilities. They pretend to be happy which in fact, is an absurd drama.
While reading this autobiography you might be wondering that the author seems to be a clever and wise person and yet he could not mold his own destiny according to his own wishes. A management trainer whose presentations fill everyone’s heart with self-confidence energizing their spirits remains a backbencher in his own life! Does he know merely to impress others? What makes him cut a sorry figure while putting his own preaching into action?
It is true that heredity game me the Mantras of business hence I can sell even if I were to sell something on a footpath. Then why troubles engulf me? In facts, my failures and troubles have their origin my timid nature and hesitancy.
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