think that they have misplaced it. Whenever my Mom would be on her cleaning spree, she used to discover the broken thin and would understand that I has broken and hidden it. She used to run to beat me and I used to gallop like a horse in the house. These memories still bring smile to me. Whenever I am upset, I remember my mother running behind me with the broom in her hand and my mood elevates immediately.
Ashish Prasad XI C
CAREER COUNSELLING
Newspaper reading is very important part of my daily routine work. It enhances my knowledge and keeps me aware with all the happenings all around. Very often, I read articles covering judicial process and decisions taken to solve the crime cases. Detective plays on television are my first choice. My parents were not happy with my habits. They wanted to see me as a doctor. They used to bring me material related to the biological science which went unread on most of the occasions.
I live in Delhi with my parents. Basically I hail from a small town situated in Himachal Pradesh. Last month I had an opportunity to visit my hometown with my father as he had to be present in the court in connection with a court case pending in the local court against our ancestral property.
It was the first time when I went to the court. Many people were wandering with files and papers in the court premises. I observed that no one was happy. Everyone was busy in taking the legal opinion from the expert. My father also met an advocate. He demanded a huge amount from us to take the case in hand. I was eagerly looking towards the game going on for settling the cases. Bribe was not the case of chance there; it was demanded by all handling key positions. It was not difficult to understand the power of money and muscles. From top to bottom the scene was woven with heinous conspiracies against one to the other. Honesty, humanity, social values and generosity were completely missing from the scene. Enmity was running in all the veins of human beings.
I was shocked to observe the reality of the scene. Poor and needy people were begging for justice. But lack of money was snatching their rights from them. The trip to the village and the scene of the court taught me a lesson. I decided to go for social work and opt for a legal profession as my career.
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