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Finally became an engineer today . But if you ask me to write a program I learnt in my first year, I give you a strong guarantee that I will disappoint you. My grandmother dreamt of all her grandsons becoming an engineer because she used to see engineers of her time striding in khaki clothes, eyes covered with gold specs and little boys in underwear running behind their ambassador car whenever they passed along the lane. A bungalow, a car and servants were the assets they possessed.  But little did my innocent grandmother know that time changes and folds off everything. The dream passed down and reached us. We were expected to be engineers and we did, under the emotional approach that we can’t let down our parents.  The programs, electronic mesh diagrams and the mathematical concepts pushed my brain limits to hell. The day had finally dawned after so many years. Time is a relative concept and you don’t have to learn it. We just feel it when four years seem li...

( If font size seems small use Ctrl + mouse scroll  to zoom ) Little Inu always had a beautiful day. One thing she would eagerly wait is to return home from the school as fast as she could so that she could drape her mother’s dupatta on her white frock and start teaching her imaginary students behind the closed door of balcony. A ruler in her hand and a chalk with the slate was all the apparatus more than enough to set her classroom.  Unlike her teacher she won’t punish her students, but just tried to teach them all over again. Amidst the lectures she would imagine a recess break where she would eat the grapes and sliced apples her mother gave her in a bowl before she went asleep in the afternoon and then silenced her students if necessary. The physical world was so small but her balcony expanded into a living classroom with her imagination. And when she would hear her mother bangle sounds she would recover back quickly into the real world so that she didn’t have to...