YOU: I am going to be a writer/journalist/artist/academe/something that has nothing to do with medicine!
ASIAN PARENTS: What are you talking about?
YOU: Joan Didion is my heroine. My pen is my sword. My art is my life.
ASIAN PARENTS: You want to go to school for writing and reading (or art)? What kind of job are you going to have with that kind of degree?
YOU: Tons of people have those kinds of degrees. Writing and reading (or art) is noble.
ASIAN PARENTS: I have a gift for you. Law school applications.
YOU: I don’t really want to be a lawyer.
ASIAN PARENTS: Your cousin Daniel is lawyer. He has a good job. He bought a house last month. Very big. Gated community.
ASIAN PARENTS: Your auntie is calling. I will send you more law school applications tomorrow.
The strong do survive this conversation, and go on to become writers/journalists/artists/academes (much to their parents’ dismay), resigning themselves to decades of holidays uncomfortably shifting their weight from left foot to right foot while their aunts and uncles awkwardly try to convince them to give up their pipe dreams and study for the MCATs or LSATSs.
The others…go to law school. And get some sort of magical mystery bonus prize from Mom and Dad when they start house-hunting, softening the pain of their school loans.
It’s bad enough to go to law school just because your family guilts you into it.
But I would say that it is even worse to happily and guiltlessly attend law school, graduate, become a lawyer, become a judge, make some terrible/controversial decisions, and then have your superior write this about you:
“Since Tiwari does not have even elementary knowledge of the criminal law and procedure it would be appropriate that he undergoes a refresher course at Delhi Judicial Academy”
…as they send your ass back to law school.
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