I am a crackpot

Being one of the students of the institute, with the addition of sitting in the vishwabhavan for probably the last time as a student, I was expecting a lot from the management day. And it lived up to my expectations and more. This is not about my batchmates giving sterling performances. This is about being asked to be a crackpot.

There was a speech where the speaker narrated a story that was one that i have heard a million times before. But the moral that he told us to take from it was amazingly new. This was a story about a cracked pot and how it was not delivering the amount of water it had to, but in the process watered the area and gave rise to beautiful flowers.

The general moral is that one should respect the flaws that we have and understand that we are unique. But the speaker asked us “to be a crackpot”.

I guess that is what we have been doing in the last two years. Staying up till when the world is getting up, doing presentations and reports that no one, including me have ever understood, giving exams when the marks really don’t matter, the list is endless.

At the end of the day, I guess that each one of us is a crackpot. This is what one will be called when they sit hours in front of the smart-box, the laptop, searching for information that someone was kind enough to put up on the internet, find that information, dress it up in a nice PowerPoint template and present it as mine.

I guess that I am a crackpot, because I came here with the hope of an education and I am leaving with the mastery of PPT and Google. Truthfully speaking, is there anything more I need to learn?

Finally, I came here for the course and am leaving not missing the place, but missing the people. I came here alone, am leaving behind some of the most important people in mu life. Is there anything more that I need?

A crackpot