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10 UNSURPASSED COLLECTION OF BOOKS DEFINING MY CAREER


















Some people discover their passion early. As a child, I often wrote with chalk on the doors of our home like a teacher, taking classes for imaginary students sitting on the floor. Some months later, real friends became my students, comfortably seated on the chairs—a clear sign of progress.


Finding a passion to pursue is just the beginning. The journey ahead requires skills and hard work. It was the high road to BECOMING (Michelle Obama).


1984 (George Orwell), the year I became who I am— it marked the beginning of my journey as a Dentist.


My journey had a trail of milestones. Clearing the Combined Pre-Medical Test was the first such milestone, gaining admission into one of the most prestigious dental schools, yet another. What followed was graduation, then post-graduation, and more milestones. I was EDUCATED (Tara Westover).


Both personally and professionally, the environment around me changed. I was evaluating and learning. Years later, when my little birds flew away, an empty nest remained. I turned to hobbies like papier-mache wall art. In this search for alternatives, I could not help but wonder WHO MOVED MY CHEESE? (Dr Spencer Johnson).


Bracing myself for change, I looked around. Dentistry was all I knew. Everyone must decide how to navigate the treacherous water, overcoming barriers of knowledge and decisive actions. I chose to stay close to my roots (Alex Haley), doing medical writing. 


When we desire something deeply, the universe seems to conspire to make our wishes come true. As I began to write, I realised my story was already in the making- It was destiny for me to be an ALCHEMIST (Paulo Coelho), spinning words. Pivoting at this stage was like THE ROAD LESS TRAVELLED (M. Scott Peck)


Everything was transforming. I was now thinking of topics to write on, focusing on the POWER OF NOW (Eckhart Tolle). If I succeed, it will be like A THOUSAND SPLENDID SUNS (Khalid Hosseini). Failing might be a FAULT IN OUR STARS (John Green).


Reading books can be a pastime or a hobby. For me, it is both. Inspired by the books I have read, I decided to weave them into a story, a journey of writing with the names of the books I have loved to read. If you have read any, do comment.


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