“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.”
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
English novelist (1812 – 1870)
In 2008 one of my colleagues visited a district town to give a talk on academia. After the talk was over, he found a 15 year old local village boy clutching his hand.
And what did he want? The boy wanted to ask my colleague some questions. Before that my friend asked him his name, whether he went to school, which he did and where did he live.
That he did not have money to take the bus, but walked 8kms from his village to hear my colleague speak. He had overheard, that a great scholar was to visit the town.
‘I want to study Computer Sciences after I finish school’. On being asked whether he wanted to work for a IT company, he replied, ‘No, I am not looking for a job. I want to be the next Narayan Murthy’.
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