A Matter of Choice

When I was about seven, my father suffered his first heart attack. Although I barely knew what a heart attack was, I’d made up my mind that I would become a doctor who checks people’s hearts and keeps it fit. Well, I guess, ‘cardiologist’ would have been too complex a term to remember at that age.

At about 13 years of age, my father gifted me ‘Wings of Fire’, an autobiography of one his ideal Indian personalities, Dr. Abdul Kalam. The great Indian scientist’s life was so awe-inspiring that I instantly knew that I too wanted to be a scientist. All science projects, exhibitions, workshops in schools saw a keen student excelling with outstanding results. Practical labs could hardly keep me out. Consequently, I opted Science in college but as time progressed my aims still kept shifting and after 5 years of college, I graduated in Chemistry.

By the time I left college, I’d realized that I had profound interest in working with the numerous chemicals, the very many odors and flames had lit a spark of a renewed interest. I could imagine working with test tubes in a chemical factory, testing, analyzing chemicals, acids, bases, pH factors, the benzene chains, etc. I did have a very vague idea of how I wanted life to be.

Then, sometime after graduation, when I received the first mobile phone of my life, I couldn’t help being glued to the radio channels. What fascinated me most was how easily the jockeys could talk and bring a smile on the faces of listeners as I myself smiled to their voices so many times. Many nights, I would fall asleep with the earphones plugged and wake up to some song yet playing or some morning jockey trying to wake up the city with his vibrant mood. So, there was my next big interest, being a radio-jockey. After having auditioned for a show of about 30 minutes, I realized that day wasn’t far when I would be bored doing this too. I never made for the second round of selection.

Amidst all the skips and jumps, the only thing that never bored me was reading. I never gave up reading. I still found myself coming to a book at the end of a sad or tired or happy day. It was sometime before I started to blog and lookout for freelance writing opportunities. Fate favored me once again, and I was writing, doing freelance assignments. Then the big turn came when I received a chance to work as a content writer for my firm. So, here I am, writing/editing/proofreading for an MBA college where I initially, started as a College Placements Specialist.

I enjoy my days, because I love my work, and I love my work because it involves a lot of reading. So, it boiled down to this. Reading and everything surrounding reading was what got me. Now, I had most certainly never imagined myself as a writer but I guess it was just a matter of choice.

I could go all along placing college graduates, contacting MNCs, or being a RJ or maybe a scientist, had I not accepted what fate brought on. It’s a matter of choice and not chance that I write today. You may get a lot of chances, but that you make the right choices is what is important in the long run.

These instances in life also drive my attention to a less-favored fact – Not all that turns out unplanned is heartbreaking. Sometimes it’s adventurous, it’s way beyond satisfactory. Sometimes, it’s for your own good. And, I must say, I am happy, I am happy writing. After all, how many of us can really say they do what they love to do?

-Asha Seth

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  1. Life is quite an adventure but enjoying it is always
    the favoured road to follow 🙂 Have a lovely day today
    and I must sincerely apologise for my lack of visits
    to your Space. Be well my friend.

    Andro xx

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  2. Of all the jobs and everything else I was able to do or accomplished and I was happy doing them all because it always involved helping people. My biggest joy always comes from writing and sharing the love I found in God, with everyone I can. Always being genuine is a priceless and treasure endeavor. I am with you, and it makes me think why did I not share back in 1971 when I began writing. I can only surmise, that god was preparing me all along to do it at the time he chose. Asha, you post is wonderful…you are so talented…you will always be blessed abundantly because of what lives in your spirit…it always reflects outwardly in what you share! God bless and have a wonderful week ahead my sister!!!

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  3. A very inspiring piece of writing, Asha. We all have gone through different phases where our career options have changed from something into other, I’m sure. But as you said, what ultimately matters is whether we love what we do for a living. 🙂
    Good post. Loved reading it. 🙂

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  4. Ah to be a writer! It’s always great to get an insight into your world and it pleases me that you have a great job that you truly love…not many people can say that…reading and writing are two of the best pastimes and I hope to also get a job such as yours, that would make me happier than that time I won an Easter egg.

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    1. Your words are almost always such fun to read, J. Yeah, reading and writing are much fun. Id rather be much happier if I got to dig diamond-mines with a hope to pocket few. 😛
      Welcome to my world, you are, J! Just make sure you bring in a bottle of wine!

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  5. In life sometimes we don’t know what we really want. So everything which sounds fascinating attracts us. But after a lot of trial and error or say it experience we come across something stable.
    for example in my childhood days i wanted to be a pilot, reason everyone knows.
    then an engineer, which i will become in a year. But still that thing about which you have stated hasn’t come to me. so i need to dig deeper.

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“I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.” ― James A. Michener

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