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A Professor began his class by holding up a glass with some water in it. He held it up for all to see and asked the students “How much do you think this glass weighs?” ’50 gms!’….. ’100 gms!’ …..’125 gms’ …the students answered. “I really don’t know unless I weigh it,” said the professor, “but, my question is: What would happen if I held it up like this for a few minutes?” ‘Nothing’ …..the students said. ‘Ok, what would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?’ the professor asked. ‘Your arm would begin to ache’ said one of the student. “You’re right, now what would happen if I held it for a day?” “Your arm could go numb; you might have severe muscle stress & paralysis & have to go to hospital for sure!” ….. Ventured another student & all the students laughed “Very good. But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?” Asked the professor. ‘No’…. Was the answer. “Then what caused the arm ache & the muscle stress?” The student

I heard this in a movie and it really hit me... So those of you who feel like you are in the dumps in Grad school or as we in India call it Post Grad studies (MTech), do read... You feel like you've lost your passion for research, but maybe you've forgotten how to be passionate about anything! Graduate school is as much about finding truth in research as it is about finding truth in yourself. How come a person doesn't get stressed? It's easy in research to get tunneled vision, to feel isolated, like your the only person with your problem. Your not alone. But whenever I get stressed I simply ask myself this question: "Do I really care? Would I rather be doing anything else? You're not a machine. You have to embrace the things your passionate about. Every great idea, every great moment of eureka came when it was least expected. Apple, Google, Facebook, Newton and gravity, Einsteins theory of relativity... These things all happened when they weren't doi

It seems that extremism doesn’t help. At one point in time, one realizes his or her dreams. And one works towards them. From being an artist or a doctor or even a Computer Engineer as am I. This is a thought that has been haunting me these past couple of days as I struggle to revive what passion I once had, that was drowned in a world filled with competition and expectations and the ALMIGHTY examinations that dominates our educational system. The examinations that we all are pressurized throughout our courses to answer as perfectly as is possible, keeping aside all else that could distract us. In this process I have come to find that passion gets lost somewhere along the way and we … maybe I should just refer to myself, .. and I forgot why I am doing the things I am doing. Why am I working so hard. Yes no doubt I know that I had passion for computers. And I still do. Along the way I realized that my passion also lied in the field of academics, of teaching. But how much do I sacrif

A warning to you, the reader. What I pen down is expected to be quite disconnected as this is my attempt at trying to clear out my thoughts about my experiences in IIT. It could have been the high expectations of beauty and cleanliness that ultimately caused my disappointment. It could have been that I wanted to enjoy my subjects free from pressure… that now I feel lost at sea, gasping and trying so desperately to find the shore. I arrived at IIT Kharagpur on the 21st of July 2012. Curious to see where I would be living for the next to years, I visited my hostel. With the expectations that the room would be clean and spacious. I arrived to find just the opposite. The previous tenants had decorated the walls with pictures and words that I wouldn’t want to wake up to every morning. The attached bathroom; shared by my room-mate and I along with the two in the ad joint room; was filthy, walls and toilet bowl included. It suffices to say that I was quite disappointed.  My life at II

Hey everyone :) As my team-mate Shrimaan had said, I'm not sure which meaning suits LDAP better. I'm writing this e-mail about my Lovely Days At Persistent on my Last Day At Persistent. I was blessed to have been offered a job at Persistent. When I found out that I was offered a job here, given that Persistent had not yet come for interviews in GEC, I had to confirm with GEC's placement cell and with Pallavi that the news was true. My journey in Persistent has been, similarly full of surprises. Never could I have imagined that doing what I loved could be any more amazing until I was surrounded by my wonderful team-mates in RACKSPACE. Siddhi, you were my mentor and you still are for so many things. You've helped train me into what I am today. Thank you for all that you did for me throughout my time at persistent. You were my go-to, my confidant and you've guided me well. After seeing you groovying with Grails I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would be able