All my skepticism, reservation and introversion appeared meaningless after a point. I was tired of being a rebel.
When I went near the ballot box, a lady very calmly asked me to press the second button. I did. But not because she told me to.
I realise that even though my school was the best thing that happened to me, it might have left an indelible blot on my own belief system.
For us who have toiled to unlearn our silence and survive our self-hatred, is it fair that that we weave ourselves into a narrative of more exclusion?
While higher education is the search for truth, the idea of a ‘job’ is neither mentioned nor questioned. The search for truth, in fact, is the job.
Ten years have passed since I wrote my IIT entrance exam while enduring all the mental trauma that came with it. But sadly, coaching centres continue to sideline students' mental …