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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