Que sera, sera

Que Sera, Sera, What Will Be, Will BE

Back when I was in elementary school, these were these cool things to be (for girls at least) - fashion designer, model, actress. Many girls still want that life. After all, it’s nice to walk on red carpets, have fashion shows and appear in magazines, ads and TV. It was different for boys. You sure know the cricket craze - boys on nearly every street wanting to be the next Tendulkar or Dhoni (Virat Kohli wasn’t in, in those days). Either that or join the army (this is serious). You can’t possibly imagine how many boys wrote, “I want to be a soldier” on the ‘What I Want to Be’ page of our pre-primary report cards back then. Not that these guys were particularly patriotic. It wasn’t at all so.

Then in 4^th grade came an array of new options, varying from singer to pilot, and from dancer to RJ. Astronaut was popular too. So was Film Director, Sportsperson, Air Hostess and many more. Maybe, our eyes were opened or something, because now my peers were more open-minded. Nothing was too bad. But now a few cared about how well paid the job was or how much fame it brought you.

 

It didn’t take long for the ‘train of free thought’ to lose steam. Soon enough, we were back to what’s cool and what’s not. Half the guys are wannabe footballers and as for us girls, we have no idea. For those who are unfamiliar with this state of mind, know that it’s the cool way of saying ‘we’ll know it when the time comes’. Which brings us back to our title, a song I know too well. See, truth is, no one knows much about the near future, let alone the DISTANT future. So might as well let it be. 

Anyways, at the most, what could happen?