Chilly Insights

Having cleared JEE and gotten admitted and shifted to Pune’s Indian Institute of Information Technology would have been a smooth transition from coaching to college life if I did not have to wait at relatives’ home for a fortnight till the institute authorities alloted us rooms, and   to encounter a small incident on the very second day of my stay in the hostel that almost shattered the hopes of my next 4 years of B-Tech. After having suffered from Network issues for a day, did the aforementioned interesting incident take place. It forced me to question “Does an Indian college always need to make chaos?” Had it been a private college, I would still have convinced myself with an affirmation on this question, but I had really expected that national colleges would be different. You might expect similarly until you pay a visit to IIIT Pune. I will tell you why, but let me make two things clear beforehand: First, I am not trying to defame the institute. I am just trying t...

The rising heat and humidity from the warm, moist bodies of some 100 men rubbing against each exposed body part of yours and in a closed train compartment are a lovely enough combination to suffocate you to a nauseatic death. Although the taller men escape it, the little goblins always suffer. A middle-aged uncle beside me was having a great difficulty in breathing but he was kind of adapted to it. He just started playing with the hook of the door. I hypothesize that PEN FIGHTING must have been invented in a similar way when someone started playing with his pen to kill time. The human brain needs something to keep itself busy with, especially when the body is suffering and you can do nothing about it. It made me feel like sitting in my electronics exam waiting for someone to pass me a written or an oral answer.    The train was moving slower than my bicycle. We were just waiting for Karjat (a railway station) to come so that we could breathe a little. My friend, who al...

Hello everyone, it’s been a long break but now we are back and from now on there will be no break. So let’s get on a ride. The very first post of this blog was written during a train journey, now another post takes birth from another of my train journeys. I would have liked to call it an extraordinary journey on the basis of the lessons it taught me if I didn’t have to stand on one leg without any support all the time. However, don’t judge it too soon, it is not a sad story. Travelling in an overcrowded train is a plightful task but sometimes it happens to have all the components needed to make your journey awesome. It seemed as if I was surrounded by a horde of vegan zombies who had a slight tempering of human emotions in them. These types of journeys show us how our daily social conditioning suppresses our basic human instincts, but only rarely succeeds in killing them; that even our kindness is biased due to the social code of conduct we are supposed to follow as a part o...