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Where the dreams sail across meltdowns;
Where the gaze is firm and confident;
Where the wings are laughing at PJs;
Where the shirts have Saarang written over them;
Where the men regard each other as gods;
Where the terms are dictated not received;
Where the world awaits the change to be brought by each one -
Into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my IIT awake.

Place Meant For

Quit, it says. I can't eat into anyone's job, not at a time like this, not when I stand to gain a little and someone might lose so much.

Optimism is the key. It's a storm out there. Everyone's caught. Get a place to hide in. Strike when the sunshine arrives.

Life's got numerous bus stops, like the DTC ones. Get off the bus you took just to escape the rains at one of these. A bit of quick running and a fine jump will take you aboard the bus of your dreams.

IITians need not worry about weather fluctuations. We create our destiny ourselves, through vision, perseverance and sheer courage. All those night-outs before end-sems and quizzes have been nothing less than climbing a mountain in a day. We are tough people and can survive anything. It's a fresh start. Let the race begin, again, to find the place we are meant for.