Just random info: Today, the 22nd of April, apart from being a Monday and the first day of my summer vacation, also happens to be my birthday. I’m thirteen years old today.
And PS: please don’t take this poem in a literal meaning. You know, with the wolves and birds…
Today, I realized I’m not a super nerd. I’m just a normal, okay-kind of nerd.
This insight took form in my brain while I sat amidst a bunch of genuine super- nerds and a somber math teacher in an airless room.
That’s my TRS IIT coaching class (which is supposed to be coaching me for entering into the Indian Institute Of Technology, where I dream to get selected in, but probably won’t ).
My first class was pretty much what you call ‘monotonous’.
Of course, I felt really pleased because of the fact that I could start training to go to the college of my dreams even before it officially appeared in my dreams, but after weeks of feeling superior to all the ninth graders in the country, I felt like a deflated balloon amongst these genuine nerds.
One word for all of it: intimidating. I felt extremely dumb. Oh yeah, I did ask a bunch of really intelligent questions, the answers of which were already known to the genuine nerds, and I bobbed my head at everything the teachers said, but still, I was dumb.
I felt it, like there was a huge sign above my head, with flashing bulbs, an arrow pointing at me, and the words DUMB inscribed on it.
I’m stressing the point here.
The coach sir person (for Math) told us that we had to eat, breathe and live IIT if we ever wanted to go into that college. I realized other things too, at this point.
Realization #2: I’m never going to survive on this IIT diet.
Realization #3: IIT tastes really menacing.
Realization #4: Super nerds are not human.
And so, I am adding another entry to my day-by-day elongating list of things I’m terrified about.
the present me (in a way)The ‘me’ of the future (in a younger avatar)
But I’m still pretty determined. I want to get into that place somehow, at least long enough to figure out if it is inhabited by any actual humans.
I kept reading these thoughts -for -the-day stuff to fuel the fire of longing inside me, like, ‘Greatest Geniuses have the shortest biographies’.
I still didn’t figure out what short biographies had to do with great geniuses (dumbness activating) but I do know one thing. What I need is a really short biography.
As in, I want to be a genius. That is, a super- nerd.
So yeah, that’s my new motto. Make a person write a two- page biography of you when you grow up.
In other words, work hard to get into that IIT place, in order to make a person write a two- page biography of you when you grow up.
I read some other sayings too, but I couldn’t really understand many of the words since my dictionary has gone into hiding again.
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