“WHERE TIRELESS STRIVING STRETCHES ITS ARMS”
Disclaimer - with due respect to Gurudev Rabindra Nath Tagore and his classic poem ‘where the mind is without fear’ Since my childhood, I am reading and praising this everlasting poem. Since my teenage years I have adopted one of its lines as my motto ‘where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection’ Lately, I have come to realise that this line needs an alteration, by removing the final word. PERFECTION: an extravagance! Perfection, of all the words that kept motivating me all these years has something different. When I hear this word, I drown myself to a level of geek from my existing level, that of a student. For past 4 years I have been an aspirant of civil services (preferably IAS) and this word has done more damage than anything else to me. earlier every time I studied something I wanted to do a Ph.D. in that. For instance, if I stud...