Born in the month of June, I always wished to become a Doctor. Although for a brief period of time i DID wish to become a Cop too! I would put on a hat, a utility belt (inspired from Batman), some shades and of course, a firearm, and used to run around solving cases. Used to look myself in the mirror with a James Bond soundtrack in my head.
I was never much of a healthy child.... So frequently i had appointments with the doctor.
The Doctor, in my best interest of course, used to poke me with BIG needles.... I hate those. Made me drink bitter tonics and swallow ping pong ball sized tablets. From that moment, I wished to become a Homeopathic Physician. Ofcourse, no more bitter pills and tonics... And you hardly ever see a homeopath poking needles.
Always fascinated by the long snake like thing on my Doctor's neck... I would take breaths extra hard during the exams done by him. That i did for the Doctor's best interest.... I was good patient...cooperative and sweet... Except for the pills, tonics and needles part.
My favourite part would be when the Doctor used to write down a Medical Leave Certificate. The shiny ink of the prescription pad screaming the official grant for bunking my school.
I considered this as enormous power.... And i still do. No one questions a doctor's authority, knowledge, status.... Anything!
Hence, the sapling of wanting to being a Doctor was planted inside my brain at a tender age of 5. There has been no turning back ever since.
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