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Repost: A Teacher to His Student

True, we met.
But know that the mountain you are climbing, I am descending from it. I know the heights of it, the steepness of it. So when I tell you about it, you laugh. I smile a modest smile. For someone also did the same when I was you, when I was climbing and when I was learning, yet I boasted of being nothing. Now when we part and move in our ways, and you will face those arduous slopes where a single step up becomes tough to take, then you will remember my smile and that will move you.
If ever I had forced you to accept, though truth, you would have refused then and forgotten me the moment we parted.
But the truth came to you and you remembered me, remembered that someone has stepped there before and moved to a height where your heart spaces fear and freedom, skies and the earth, hate and love all in one place. That kept you going.
Soon the time will come that you will have to descend from the heights to smile at everyone who comes in your way back, to tell them about the path they are heading, though they won't accept it, just like you didn't.
But they too will remember you at those difficult times which no one can skip, for they are the attributes of the mountain, not the path.
No matter which way you climb it, you have to face the slope to reach a height.

Life at IITRoorkee-Part 2

Almost two years back I wrote a rant about life at IITR. I accidentally stumbled upon it a few days ago and I couldn't believe I wrote it. In my defence, I was going through a mid-IIT crisis(A term I like to throw around as an explanation to the sudden unleashing of the beast as observed in most students somewhere around the end of the second year). So I decided to write a new post and here we are.

I came into this college as an arrogant prick and I will be leaving as an a humble, down to earth marginally unconfident piece of shit.

I don't know whether this is a good transformation or a bad one(that stands testimony to my unconfident part) and I will see to that. 

What I will say though is that the fundamental change that I went through, irrespective of when and how has been a great process to witness. How I learned to not just identify other people's talents but acknowledge and be inspired by it. Before that, I was so self-absorbed that I didn't bother to look it, not so much disregard it.

But even more amazing, being the first person witness is how it all went down. How in my first year I tried to protect myself from what I mistook as unnecessary noise and how in the second year it somehow found its way into my brain and shattered my beliefs, my biases and essentially left my whole personality hollow. That's the toughest part in my opinion. I could have easily given up, and I tried, but the dominating environment that encompasses the campus didn't let me succeed. So I had to feel the pain of seeing the truth. Seeing the world as it is. Acceptance of truth is the final stage but seeing the truth requires a lot of gives and little takes that makes it such a hard tradeoff. Needless to say that by the end of the second year I had succumbed to the pressures and in a pressure to adjust taken to some bad habits, the details of which I shall spare you. It was a miserable year for me and it becomes clear when you read this blog I wrote at that time.

By the third year, I had come to see, not accept, the reality as it is-Unbiased, non-judgemental. It opened my brain to new challenges new puzzles that it had never been exposed to. So the mental workout that followed all through my third year of college life left me exhausted but I learned many lessons along the way. That confident, out of touch with reality self was replaced by deeply thoughtful, sceptic and unconfident self. Looking at that state from outside one would have easily said that's not growth but a downgrade. But as I looked at it my earlier confidence was not stemming from my conscious assessment of my capabilities and shortcomings but just straightforward cockiness the types of which most people have dealt with in their lives. 

So in a way, it was a relearning process and it was necessary to unlearn first.

I will branch off from topic here and add that at the same time internships were going on and as I was back then it was hard for me to give my best. I was in an unfinished state at that time and needless to say they didn't go very well. Although I landed in one Japanese company, corona took away that opportunity. So eventually I ended up doing an OK-internship. 

So with corona's unexpected entry, there was a minor pause in my campus life. But amazingly the flow that had been acquired somehow kept me growing even as I was sitting at home doing nothing.

It is almost the end of the first semester of the fourth year as I am writing this and I am beginning to accept the reality. I have chosen to readjust my beliefs that are coherent with universal truths, the mathematical facts if you say. I can't say I am finished work. But I am close to building the foundations that will guide me through.

This couldn't have arrived any sooner. The placements are going on. Not that bagging a lucrative offer is somehow a testimony of who I am as a person, but since I an relieved of the intensive work my brain was doing, I can now focus on preparing for placements. 


The cost of freedom


Everywhere in debates, you hear 'humans are born free' as a justification to libertarian arguments. But nobody asks about how we live after we are born. Humans may be born free but they can't live free-at least not in its ideal sense. We have to fit in the society, learn the regional language and get accustomed to the prevailing culture. It is a great sacrifice to the major part of that freedom-as-a-birthright we make even before we are capable of making conscious decisions. 
The fact that we see followers of religions, ideologies, cults so invested in them that they will do anything the leader says also speaks of the innate desire of humans.

Ok, that is just a rant. There exists the freedom in decision making for an individual as he grows up. The society has the roles set and it is up to us which role we accept. I guess that's the freedom most of us wish for and enjoy-to make that decision on our own. Once we choose a role for ourselves another part of freedom is lost. Now you have to perform as society expects from that role. If you lag behind you can only blame yourself because it was your decision in the first place. If you want to switch the role to suit yourself you have to take the blame of being a failure because it was you who chose that.
That my friend is the cost of freedom. 
It is a lifetime burden if things don't work out or a lifetime joy if everything works fine. It is in the truest sense a coin flip. 
Are you willing to take the risk? 
Apparently few do. I guess that's why you see a few leaders and many followers. Not that there is anything wrong with that.
Freedom Poster by leen-art | Society6
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Zombies In R-land

What can I say, Rajiv Bhawan has to be the most notorious hostel to exist in the IIT Roorkee campus. Now I am not a fan of ghost stories but you don't always experience things that land right in your comfort zone. Some are beyond normal, if not haunting.
I spent my first year of college in Rajendra Bhawan right next to it. I used to see this half-brutalist piece of infrastructure every time I came back from LHC. Every time I resisted the temptation to go inside. But after summers of 2018, I was shifted to this hostel. I didn't feel anything different. On the contrary, it was a pleasant experience. Who knew what this hideous place had in store for the likes of me for the rest of stay.
It was mid-January of 2019. I was in my room when I heard a loud noise outside. It was a human cry. Now you don't get alarmed by these things in hostels. You think it might be another episode of someone freaking out after having had too much shit to take in a day. But that noise was edging on the upper limit of audible range. I came out of my room to see who did that and more importantly what made him do it. A sophomore year is a least busy year and you always have time to hear college life rants. So you never miss an opportunity to hear these rants. 
I came out of my room, looked around and noticed that the wall standing opposite to my door was painted red. Now you always find something written on corridor walls in hostels. Hell, you rarely find a clean wall. A swear word, an edgy movie dialogue but mostly the cave drawings of pre-human fantasies about women flash everwhere. In a place where no one can stop you these walls serve as an excellent outlet for creativity and frustration.
But this was different. It was written in red. And not the colour as much as the words were scary. And the font bore a heavy resemblance with those of the Harry Potter movie posters. And it was the mysterious shriek that added to the fear.
Now the corridors here are never properly lit. You might blame the administration but that would be unfair. The students, mind you, break the tube lights as fast as they are replaced.  As if they have taken a vow to break them or something.
So the only way I was able to read the wall was because of the light leaking out from my room.
That was when I noticed. A figure. The closest thing to a zombie you will ever see in real life. It leaned forward not sideways, head bent, hands cutting through the air like he was practising slow-mo karate.
What do you do when you see a zombie in a hostel. Yeah, you guessed it. You do nothing. It's not an everyday thing. There are no safety instructions there.  So I just quickly entered my room, shut the door and waited for footsteps to fade away. They did fade, alright. I stood in my room shaking with fear and thrill. 
For next night and indefinitely after I saw experienced similar episodes every now and then. Little variations. The words changed. Their colour did too. Even the face and silhouettes. So there were many. But who were they? Where did they hide during the day? And most importantly how come no one else sees them.
Now when they pass and I stand at the door. They don't notice me. They just go on. And then another one passes, on and on and on. In the morning the chain stops. The light breaks into the corridors and I see humans all ready coming out of their rooms for breakfast and class.
But quite interesting that every experience ends with me finding the butt of the joint on my flooring the morning. Quite interesting that only I notice these zombies of IITR.
My fear borders on curiosity now. What I wouldn't give to sit with one such zombie one day and ask him everything I want to know? Or do I already know them?
Rajiv Bhawan, IIT Roorkee (boys hostel) | This is the newly … | Flickr
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A SCHOLAR AND A MARTYR


The prophet (s.a.w) once said that the scholar’s ink is holier than the martyr’s blood. There is a reason why?
For a martyr, the only pain to go through is the blood oozing out of his body that ends with death. For a scholar or the one looking for knowledge, there comes an even tougher stage of ‘perseverance’ after pain. There is yet another amazing thing about the knowledge that no matter how sophisticated our tools and machines became, the ‘pursuit of knowledge’ has never been less challenging. It is only ‘information’ that is flooding on the web, on our mobile phones or any e-devices. If piling that information is what this is all about then what a luck computers have got to be bloodless!!!
And we have got an edge over computers in a way to say ‘no’ to the commands sent by the brain by something we like to call a heart.
And that’s where all that pain lies. Saying ‘no’ to your desires.

That’s what it takes to be a scholar or an e-scholar!!!

Scholars and E-scholars

The prophet(s.a.w) once said that the scholar's ink is holier than the martyr's blood.
There is a reason why?
For a martyr the only pain to go through is the blood oozing out of his body that ends with death.
For a scholar or the one looking for knowledge there comes even tougher stage of 'perseverance' after pain.
There is yet another amazing thing about knowledge that no matter how sophisticated our tools and machines became, the 'pursuit of knowledge' has never been less challenging.
Its only 'information' that is flooding on web, on our mobile phones or any e-devices.
If piling that information is what this is all about then what a luck computers have got to be bloodless!!!

And we have got an edge over computers in a way to say 'no' to the commands sent by brain by something we like to call heart.
And that's where all that pain lies. Saying 'no' to your desires.
That’s what it takes to be a scholar or an e-scholar!!!!!

A teacher to his student

True, we met.
But know that the mountain you are climbing, I am descending from it. I know the heights of it, the steepness of it. So when I tell you about it, you laugh. I smile a modest smile. For someone also did the same when I was you, when I was climbing and when I was learning, yet I boasted of being nothing. Now when we part and move in our ways, and you will face those arduous slopes where a single step up becomes tough to take, then you will remember my smile and that will move you.
If ever I had forced you to accept, though truth, you would have refused then and forgotten me the moment we parted.
But the truth came to you and you remembered me, remembered that someone has stepped there before and moved to a height where your heart spaces fear and freedom, skies and the earth, hate and love all in one place. That kept you going.
Soon the time will come that you will have to descend from the heights to smile at everyone who comes in your way back, to tell them about the path they are heading, though they won't accept it, just like you didn't.
But they too will remember you at those difficult times which no one can skip, for they are the attributes of the mountain, not the path.
No matter which way you climb it, you have to face the slope to reach a height.

Advice to the younger Me

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