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I wish to share one incident what happened yesterday in Bangalore. I went by train to visit my uncle who was admitted in Rajashekar nursing home, 5th phase, JP Nagar. I visited my uncle. He was bed ridden. He was operated with reference to intestinal blockage. He was bed ridden. I never saw him sleeping in the afternoon, in 25 years of my life. He was feeling sad. He talked with me. His voice had changed. He had not taken enough food for quite some time. I felt really bad for not becoming a doctor and changing my course from science to humanities with the aim of becoming an IAS officer and working as a contractual employee. Not bad, life is a biggest teacher to learn many things. It teaches something which our school books nor our egoistic lecturer were able to teach during the school and college days. In the evening I said good bye to my father. My father took promise and asked me to eat properly 3 times a day. I promised him and moved towards bus stop. It was already ...