So I am back guys, may be no one really missed me. If anyone
ever did, it would be the guys who put fake ads in my space. So I sit here in
the morning, thinking of a better way to utilize time. I did miss my gym,
thanks to laziness.
The last time I had gone to see off my friend. It seems like
yesterday that he had got admission for medicine. How cruel time is. It shows
no mercy to the one who wants it to stay on. The years of youth just rolled by,
we both graduated and understood the realities of life is so very bad.
For me it was the fight to come into terms with the fact
that world is nothing but a huge market where straight men have no place. I got
sick of full sleeves and ties, then I got sick of selling obsolete machines.
Falsehood given an icing of ethics is the right dose for organizational
success.
Forhim it might be the realization that medicine is meant
for reaping money and reaping money is no longer a matter of choice. So he had
to hunt for college to make his masters. With a lots of uncertainity in front
of him, he decides to fly away to USA to get his masters.
The world has no place for the talented as long as you’re
not good enough to market it. Tharun was an amazingly talented doctor. He was
made to be a good doctor from day 1. I have noticed people opening up to him so
easily about their pains, shame etc. I guess he exuded a feeling that he would
solve out their problems. I thought he
would go off to community service. Sadly that didn’t happen.
In between that so many ‘brilliant’ guys who got admission
to government colleges for medicine simply threw off their degrees and went
into the glorious world of beauracracy. I guess they might have been seduced by
the tiny tri colour flag, red beacons and men in uniform saluting them. Sad is
the plight of the common man who burnt up his savings for the studies of these
blue eyed doctors. Now they move into a place where more of tax payer’s money
is burnt. Now what’s the criteria of these intelligentsia choosing civil
servants ??
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