Short Story

Majoring psychology was always a dream as an ardent learner. It all starts when after high school and not much sound counseling , an average student thrown an opportunity to choose from the pool of subjects. The last name of the initials plays huge roles to such privileges. 

My plus one was a different one. This time my father was on a one month vacation. During this time of the year, he usually strategizes for army for finding solutions and posted in remote areas somewhere in the world map, where only an electronic mail can be received. As the youngest one, we find strategies to receive the pampering from our parents.
But, I wasn't left with the choice as his vacation turned a nightmare for me. Chemical reactions to circuit diagrams, cell biology to calculus. Even Newton's soul was in the pain enough to see me in the Science department of my senior secondary years.
Vernier caliper was the first Physics practical and the long rooms were nothing more than the haunting series of the latest horror movie released, at that time, at the theaters. I wondered , how the Physics HOD was able to manage so many years in this lab conducting such practicals.
Time passed, to make my father happy and proud on me , I had taken the plunge to drink it drop by drop with a neverending
hope. Compromises are worth making others happy. And when it's the father who broke two glasses to teach me higher potential to lower potential,  it's certainly worth it. But, definitely my mother wasn't happy as she got those glasses from the latest edition released.
The vacuum of the burden of the subjects to a person who is wired with color, animals and nature is more than something to suffocate than entering the dental college. The prosthodontics lab was not far away  from the single seating room of my hostel. Dr.Smita(name changed) was strict amongst the girls hostel but A++ grades to my work was her favorite pastime. A hand of creativity can mix Plaster of Paris and carve the shape. The talent was deviated to be moulded as a dental surgeon.
The cadaver was not friendly enough with me and the veins and arteries to find from a dead flesh made the task out of the world. The HOD of Anatomy Department still likes and comments on my Facebook posts as six years back I left the college and finding courage to tell my father that science and surgery is not something I am born for. He took us for a vacation where I can think and evaluate my decision.  I did horse riding to river rafting , glacier views to hiking. A five star spa couldn't change my personality is what my father understood after three years when I graduated from an Arts college majoring in English Literature. 
It was the best decision that landed with couple of masters degree in marketing,  clinical psychology and literature. But, the employers hired me on my communication skill which I manipulated with time. I was the most talkative and naughtiest child of the whole clan.
My connection with my father after he passed away didn't loose as he comes in my dreams to meet me after three thousand years and smiles with neverending halt.
But , it's the Doorbell Ring at 2:15am which doesn't let me sleep till morning. A single person with plenty of friends, some human resource professionals on the list and no romantic partner to surprise with roses who shall  ring the bell at 2:15am.
The lobby of the building was dark with a small night light flashing and the lift door was still. After couple of masters in various domains, the research and pre mature grey to over analyze, sometimes.
Was it some evil soul, Satan or a Jin who rang the bell or I was having auditory hallucinations. Science and religion are always in a conflict with one another. One is a fact and other is a belief. But, the schizophrenic symptoms were not seen in me. The contemplation was long and research brought me that it was the best decision of not moving ahead in the field of Physics after vernier caliper' s lesson.
Voltage was out of my sight during senior secondary years. Hence, the conclusion came forward that we must not get into a subject where we lack interest or concept.
The 2:15am ring was another reminder of a good news to me and my father's soul that I chose the right path.