Humanities.. Why you so hated?

So, I am done with my 10th. Board exams are over. They got over like a month back, and I did like a hundred things in that time and you know I even went to Kerala and... oops. Sorry. Won't jump from my topic. So like I said, I am done with 10th and I need new admission to a junior college? Why junior college? Because my dad said college was gonna be different and fun. That it was going to give me a whole new perspective to the way I see stuff. Okay. Sounds cool till now? But, here is the thing. There is another issue. Very few, and I mean very few colleges are giving students a chance to do humanities. Like my ex-school said, " Beta, aap engineer ya doctor banao na? History padke kya ho jayega? ( Child, be an engineer or a doctor? What will you get from studying History?" ) Self satisfaction? Happiness of pursuing my true interest? Aren't they important anymore? Have humans turned so mechanical that all they care about is of engineering and doctorates? Of a 7 point or greater salary? Or well, to a point, shutting up the society, consisting of all the auntiji's and uncles who care and remember you when your results are due?
While looking for colleges, and I am talking about those in Mumbai only, I came across around five to six colleges. And when I checked up with my friends and teachers regarding that, one or the other kept telling me, " Oh God! Not that college. Arts is terrible." or "Oh, they don't even have a proper class for Arts there". Or the infamous one, that I truthfully am fed up of, "OH MY GOD? ARTS? Dude, whats wrong with you? Exams were that bad or what? Seriously? Like you're parents are letting you do it? Shiit." Typical response from the 21st century Indians. Not surprised.
To be very honest, my parents were very cool about it. I think I made it pretty clear to them, that being the paradox that I was, I would never be wiling to follow the cliche footsteps left by the society favourites. I was going to carve my own path, and that is exactly what I am here to do. And this? This is just the beginning.







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