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IITK still lives in me

This is a post that needs to be written.
We are five IITK people in our section at this place.
And then there is this course called QAM taught by a professor whose ability to make a mockery of our brain is unbelievable.
In the 60 people in our class, everyone has reconciled to the fact that he sucks and there is no point arguing. I realized in the last class, that we five are the only ones who point his mistakes to him. I know he is going to screw us all, but we keep doing it, despite resolutions not to do it.
Mebbe it is something that has been ingrained in us at IITK. The inability to stand shit is ingrained in us. That is a bad omen of things to come.
We just can't stand mediocrity. Mediocrity makes me cringe.
Mediocrity makes me afraid. The reason why I never went for a PhD.
I had be dead if it happened to me. Anil and Abhishek have basically took him apart. Mayank has questioned him time and again.
Come on guys, we need to learn to live with stupidity. We can't escpae it. No one can.

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