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Hoping against hope...

Two years work-ex ... Infosys...
Mathematics Honours... St. Stephens...
IIT Kharagpur... Tata Motors...
BDO(Block Development Officer) .. 9 years work-ex...

Unable to formulate a linear equation.... an 11x11 matrix...
I know it's tough but it ain't impossible...
But they wrote a mail saying it is beyond them... that is how disappointed I am...
That is why I am proud of being an IITK alumni...
That is why I walk with a straight head...
That is why I am scorned.. that is why I am hated.. that is why I am not one of them...

I would prefer to die than to say a "no" without proving that it is beyond proof...
It is disappointing and it is tragic and it means I am doing the economics project all alone... that means I am putting in too much time into this project.. that means I need to reassess a lot of things.. that means I need to rethink my approach to people... I don't want to go back and become the same "thing" I was earlier...

I want to act and not react...
I want to be a right hander...
Now I know why Ayn Rand was so infatuated with Roark...
But sometimes it has to be tragic as a cruel reminder of how mortal we all are..

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