Rewind 2024 2024 was a year full of firsts, trials, and setbacks. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it was a year of learning, of real growth—both painful and rewarding. I almost didn’t write this post. After all, nothing about this year was impeccable. But out of respect for the tradition I’ve created, here we are. January began with a personal motto: skip my G1 slot and head to IIT BHU for a hackathon. Ironically, I ended up not having the G1 class at all, and I got to skip F1’s Computer Architecture CAT. It turned out to be the perfect way to understand the depth of the subject and its true value. A strange but happy accident. That same month, however, I faced disappointment when my scholarship application for the HPAIR Harvard Conference was rejected. It stung, especially since getting into such a prestigious conference felt like a milestone. Yet, the connection I made with fellow delegates became my first real taste of international collaboration, and for that, I’ll always be g...
The earthy smell of my sack did not do a very good job of hiding the post office’s odour. I have been inside the sack for certainly longer than I was supposed to be, and nothing can be done about it. After all, I’m just a letter addressed to nowhere. There’s a licence of a fifty-year-old, a greeting from a child who will soon learn about the postal system and many others. For times rooted in the speed of delivery, the oldest method surely is the slowest one. The sole reason for its survival is its ability to connect dots that aren’t on the revised map, and yet some people do not value these connections. What are connections anyway? Among the various mates I’ve encountered in this sack do not lie a letter bringing home the return of a hero, or one bringing eternal love. Eternal love is now just calling each other and arguing endlessly about “liking” something. Or at least that’s what I could tell, because my postman hasn’t untied my knots to freedom yet. The place they’ve stacked m...