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I was once so crazy about computers. And in the last three years of my professional life, I haven't read one latest thing about computers or got back to my books. Difficult to believe, but money makes you a moron.

There was a time when I had dropped an option of studying electrical engineering at a more preferred and internationally reputed engineering college back in the day just because studying computers sounded so much more fun. And when I got to college, I decided I wasn't going to code for the rest of my life. It's just so not about computers in engineering college but the underlying craze of education, that is employment. Most IT jobs in India are coding jobs that make a code monkey out of a smart well-educated man. After toiling as a code-monkey for several years when you want to do better work, they make you a manager and then the work gets even more trashy - project planning, monitoring and control, next to just clerical work that you would do inside a government office in India.

There is one option open to me though I may not be the best candidate for a PhD. I have had my chances at a probable PhD from Rensselaer earlier this year and it just didn't sound fancy spending five or more years away from home (now that's not me!). But technical journalism is not a bad idea to pursue even for a hobby. Time to explore I guess. But, really, that is not the point of this post. If I look back at how much knowledge I have gained in the last three years and what I have made out of one of my greatest passions, I think I'm failing to answer myself. There is no justification but a damned remembrance of who we are in the world and where we stand on an international platform. The gap is hard to bridge, there will always be a vast difference between the academia and the industry. This again leaves me with one question - if brain drain was to be overlooked momentarily, would the best minds in our country work in the industry at below-par jobs? There is agitation inside of me, perhaps waiting to fuse. Goodnight, as I sleep amidst utter despair and remembrance of youth for the sake of all computer quizzes and crosswords I used to solve.
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