Career of Children

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Parents should not interfere with choice of careers of children. Ama wanted Vidya to be a music teacher and bought her a “Challen” piano in her Secondary school years. I remember sending her to a music school in Green Lane. Penang from our house in Burma Road. I used to wait nearby to take her back. The junior “Beethoven” had no interest in music or anywhere near it. She was subjected to a lot of torture like pulling of hair and squatting on her to comply. I only got involved when Vidya used to-cry.

However she got away from this phase as Ama realized she had no inclination to be a pianist Anyway they were good lessons as I see Geets had been spared of these torturous punishments. Either that or it is the changing times that can send one to prison for harsh punishment. Ramesh on the other hand had his mind set on engineering and pursued his ambitions with no problems. Subash’s move to HR was a miracle. I remember a time when a recruiter posing as a Career Guidance Counselor recruited a few boys from School to be trained as fast food operators. Once when Subash was late coming back I went to the McDonald’s outlet where he was working and saw him wiping tables. I gave the culprit a lesson on child employment and pulled Subash out of his misery and notified the school of what transpired. The school stopped the nuisance of sending children to work under the pretext of providing career guidance. I am sure Subash in Outer Mongolia now is cursing his dad for denying him a career opportunity with the fast food chain.

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