Technically me.....

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 a...