Thinking about freedom (Again)

What does freedom mean to me? Of course and with source, Honestly?! Apart from word, in this nation freedom means nothing. Absolutely nothing. Freedom is a concept created by government to keep us in check. We’re convinced that we have “Freedom of anything” so we won’t rebel against the established order. The black man in prison for questionable charges thinks freedom means getting a fair trial so he can be released to see his family again. What is freedom exactly? Swinging on the swing set of a playground at 4 AM, being able to express all forms of thinking or thought (even those that are considered politically/ technically incorrect).

So what does freedom mean? Skydiving, Release, Revolution, Everything. Yet somehow freedom is meaningless. Everything we do and say because freedom is the fabric of existence itself. It is a pissed off purple fairy that arms itself with an AK-47, knowing that you’re alive and waking up in the morning, embracing this you’re alive and the freedom to kill yourself being illegal. Freedom is random. Now, that will involve more of discovering than rediscovering. Freedom is not a two party system that calls itself a democracy neither a free speech zone. Freedom is too geometrically-challenged to ever come full circle. Freedom is not where people take seconds and judges take years to judge anyone. All we want is complete combination of Freedom and Independence and Interdependence.

According to Oxford American Dictionary,

Freedom: The power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint.
Independence: Free from outside control; not depending on anothers’ authority. Not depending on another for livelihood or subsistence.
Interdependence: Mutual dependence between things.

On a certain level, People would like to free thyself from societal expectations of living life on their certain way. A independence from the notion that they have to make a certain amount of money, participate in the insane idea of growth, and live a certain way, in order to be considered successful. Because they’ve tried that and don’t feel it. Define freedom or success as living an authentic life, of pursuing what is important to them/us. Yet, we’ve spent the years of our life pursuing the success definitions of others. We’re working on gaining independence from our need to do that. Some do that by choosing to be as they are (being accepting all awareness of the negative consequences), for example.

We have a copy right and original content, patent terms but then again the question is why can’t we stop plagiarism. Freedom is an overused term that has been marketed and commercialized to stupid people who buy it in materialized forms. A free game that people play when they’re not working. Freedom is Santa Claus on a website created by the Easter Bunny. Freedom is an animal being released from its cage. Freedom is an artist being released from a mental institution. Freedom is a radical being released from a prison cell. Freedom comes from the inside, as many of us know. Freedom is playing with toys when you’re 30. Freedom is reading the newspaper when you’re 7.

Actually we don’t know the the first taste of Freedom. All we know is how free-doom. No, I did not mentioned net neutrality here yet. No need for (a big) explanation either. We all know about it. But yes that is also (a kind of) fight for freedom from… Well, you know what I mean right? Writing about freedom in month of March adding more sense to it. We might be able to taste this Freedom (of our era) of our need, greed and deeds. Yes, We will. May be.

What does freedom mean to you? Is creating your own definition of freedom an act of freedom? Would freedom exist if we weren’t here to define it? Freedom raises a lot of questions yet freedom is beyond words. Oh yes, it is a matter of feeling. Freedom of anything to everything to nothing. Just not a thing, it is beyond “a thing”. Freedom of speech and freedom of thought/thinking. Freedom is being able to say you hate this country while still living in it. Freedom is punk before it gets labelled as such.

We are freedom. A Drum roll for freedom. Let’s fight for our right to be free! The infinite freedom that we all dream of…!

Freedom Friday

When I was in school, weekends and Sundays meant a lot to me (anyway I hated school. And I didn’t realize why. I thought there was something wrong with me for hating school, for not being able to deal with school). And today, can’t even figure out when exactly Saturday ends and Sunday begins and Monday sneaks with knock knock jokes and riddles.

Everyday, the same crowd, the same hush-hush, the same proclivity towards elbowing our way to the nearest available gadgets. May be, someday we’ll realize how foolish we were to be left and right stranded in a crowd. People Play, so as Shadows!May be, this was how it was meant to be. Or I don’t know for sure, this was inevitable, even Mahatma Gandhi purported the view of undoing industrial revolution, or at least curtail it some extent. We are unwantingly getting denied by ourselves a viral and virtual self-deception. Every once in a while, you ask yourself irritating and such a boring questions from “Why do my life (stuck) suck?” to “Where did I go wrong?” and to further add injury to insult, you are answer-less. At least in my case!

Speaking of Friday again, if there was a vote for the day with most goodwill, my vote will definitely go for Friday instead of any other weekday or even Sunday. Honestly, how many people actually ‘live’ Sunday. Friday is the perfect balance between slavery, hope and then freedom. This is the day when you work thinking of weekend. This can also be the day when you feel everything is getting better and someone reminds you of pending unusual work. However, Friday is worth the Monday and other weekdays’ pain isn’t it? Like seriously, (Take note: I can’t take it seriously) Friday is a true working class hero.

The bottom line is they won’t crib on lost time when they go back to work on Monday whereas for the improvident idiots, the only highlight of their weekend will be spending more time on Facebook (can’t believe still?!) or Twitter or other Internet boons. But then again, you can’t judge the social net-workers by the time they spent on tweeting, face-booking, sky-ping, snap-chatting and some more virtual “social” platforms. I may sound naive and beginnerfessional here, besides being jejune! We need to redeem our existence and think for once are we doing what we really wanted or are we simply gushing with (or without) the flow. To be fair with fairness (Racism? Nope.), with every passing weekend, trying to convince yourself life doesn’t (stuck) suck depends entirely on one’s mind. Nothing else. Do you feel a sharp ‘ting’ in your head? If yes, its enlightenment. If not, enjoy your weekend. And do read this again on next weekend 😉


You know it’s time to write a blog post when you start typing random things and keep on deleting them. Today was one of those days. So, here I am. Okay nothing just stupidity here. If you don’t have occupied your time somewhere. Yeah then, you’re welcome to join me and my not-at-all-writing skills.

I was in this extremely boring wedding today so I was doing all sorts of shit to keep myself occupied. And entertained. Seriously hat’s off for the women who wears saaris and handle themselves smoothly. Of course I’ve received some good compliments for it. But it just not my cup of coffee. Handled myself very I was eating paneer tikka with noodles and I was mixing orange juice with tomato soup and seeing how kids are maintaining this social occasion with their parents’ never ending warnings and I was talking to the waiters and I was observing (yeah. As usual). I saw 14 years old were dancing, 18 years old were thinking about dancing and 35 years olds were breaking the stage with their devastating moves.

Also, I saw everyone clicking pictures with their fancy cameras while all this was happening. 70 year old grandparents were asked to put the tilak once again because somehow the photographers couldn’t capture the moment well enough the first time. And the grandparents were doing it too, with smiles, big fake ones. Kids were clicking pictures with the mobile of their parents’ mobile phones. Their parents had professional cameras. The professional photographers had the more professional ones. It was a circus. A complete circus. It seemed like the wedding was happening only for the photographs. They were capturing memories so that they could relive it. Relive, ah! To relive, you got to live first. Two blacks make white, two wrongs make right.

It’s funny how most of the memories of our lives depend upon a small piece of plastic and techie technology. If there were no cameras, I bet it would’ve been difficult recognizing ourselves in our childhood pictures because there wouldn’t have been any childhood pictures. If we think about it, we have invented things so that our minds don’t have to remember shit. No memories of your past? Invent a camera. Can’t remember data?
Invent a computer. Can’t remember meetings? Invent reminders. Can’t calculate?
Well don’t worry dear mind, calculators are there. And thus, our minds started getting less occupied.

And what do you do when you don’t have anything in your mind? You invent. You invent more useless shit to comfort your lives. For a fact, my family never had a camera. We never bothered to buy one. I don’t have a reason to get embarrassed. There are no pictures of my parents having fun with me. Because we’re actually enjoying it without the worry one should capture them instead we’ve had enjoy for real. And what’s the point anyway? You aren’t going to forget who you are or who your brother was or who your parents are! I never understood this whole thing but I’m no one to claim that it’s bullshit. Until today, I never gave cameras much of a thought.

I always knew, I got to buy one someday. I always wanted to. But now, I don’t think we really need a camera. I mean we do remember stuff. If we can’t, then the stuff was probably not worth remembering. The whole thing of smiling and crying and smiling again after seeing the old photographs looks somewhat odd and ridiculous. I might never buy a camera. I don’t want to capture my kids’ childhood. I don’t want to cry looking at the photographs when they would go away to earn or to study. I don’t want that shit. I don’t give a shit about what toys my girl played with when she was small. And I bet on my life, she wouldn’t give a shit either when she would be twenty. Capturing a picture of your girl playing with those toys and reminding her twenty years later about how you cared about her says a lot about you.

Well, I certainly won’t need validation from my kids. Also, I’m not saying that people do these things for validation. They might not. It might just be their thing to look at the old photographs and cry. Anyway, so when the wedding got over, we handed the envelope to the groom and got ourselves clicked, for one last time. We were getting ready to go back home.

One strange thing happened I think it waited for a long to happen. My parents saw this one woman trying to have a conversation with her little girl. The girl was around 10 and she was probably going back home from her school. It probably wasn’t a good day in the school as she looked upset. The sight was beautiful as her mom and dad was making faces, playing with her and what not, just to make their girl smile. Seeing this, my mom started crying. Some memories flashed in her mind, maybe. Memories. I wish there were a device to delete the memories instead of capturing them.

Point to be noted: I never accepted the fact that I was depressed until I met my psych.
so if you think you are in depression, go to a psych, start your medication, take them until you realize it’s a big trap and then come here and read this blog post again and blame your so-called mind for not taking this post seriously before. And get depressed again.
If you aren’t happy, don’t worry, no one is.

Nailed it!

They always say that we should listen to our heart and leave the rest on the universe. Well, they are mistaken. And they don’t even know how. Cheesy enough!

The thing is in way a rant of a frustrated student. If one do not agree with this, feel free to provide constructive criticism with reasons.

Reasons as to why you shouldn’t be in this College! Here’s a Thing that I wrote about Nirma! Frankly, I hate the place!

With the sucking (quite literally) heat/coldness of Ahmedabad and six back to back boring and over the top lectures, the day of weekday came to a halt. All I could hear after these two days is…
Is this what I really want to do?
I’m sleepy.
This place is boring.
I did not expect it to be so bad man!
And all I could say was, ‘I know that feel girl!’
Yes I did, at least from the time (maybe because it’s time that I joined the college) and so I came up with “some” points (extremely subjective) as to why one should not be in this college!

For the Irony of life!
Just as you enter the gate [The university spent a very high amount in the construction of its new gate (rumour claims it to be a whooping 1 crore rupees!)] of the college, you are welcomed by lush green trees with blossoming gardens. The sun shines brightly above your head and there’s this ‘feel’ as we call it while walking with your bag, full of exactly two books and a single use and throw pen. There seems no better place for the illusion of a beautiful nature that is created within the campus. But soon, you see gloomy faces all around. Specs clad students walking with pace that would sure give Usain Bolt a complex. No doubt the girls look as pretty as they ever would but the suffocating air that surrounds you, gulps you and you soon see yourself marching with the zombie army with your beard growing with the day!

For the toothy smile of your lecturers
For the whole day then, the classes change, the subjects change, the people sitting beside you change but, two things remain constant-
1. Your boredom and sleep.
2. Your lecturers. Yes their faces and accent does change but that doesn’t make much of a difference.

It rather shocks me as to how someone can modulate their voices and go on speaking so efficiently for an hour at a stretch without giving in to the drowsy, innocent faces of their students.

The day starts with the face of a heavy moustached man with vanishing hair and continues with a woman in punjabi dress and inaudible voice. A thin man then drops your jaw with his “Hinglish” and the jaw still hangs in disbelief with another man’s extremely polished English! Because they want you to be an “All-rounder”… Yes, a wannabe professional has to study Electrical Technology and Ethics & Values and Communication Skills (Not that I am complaining about the latter two, they just made my life much more interesting). And yes one needs to gorgeously mug up the huge ‘reference books’ in a worry that his classmate would overcome his hard-earned pointers! But ultimately, they turn you into a Horse! Sure enough one of you would have ridden a horse at least once in their life. And most of you must have noticed the blinkers that surround his/her eyes so as to restrict his/her vision only to one straight direction.

Some totally not properly planned crazy rules. Some (many!) things seem wrong to me.

1. Unnecessarily spending money on making the campus more and more beautiful, especially when that money could be used for a lot of productive activities like buying new instruments, research grants, Entrepreneurship, organizing seminars, etc.

2. The orthodox beliefs of the management. They shares a belief that a student needs to ‘taught’. More emphasis is being laid on ‘teaching’ them, than to help them learn. They need to be reminded that, A man can’t be taught, he can only learn from his mistakes.

3. Very much reflected in the 85% compulsory attendance rule.
Option A Below 85%? – Write papers (which people generally manage to copy in a day’s time and which contributes 0% to our academics)
Option B Below 60%? – Detained! (You have a genuine reason for such less attendance? Either you are ill, got hit in an accident, or anything else, you have to manage all that in just 15%. That’s just ridiculous. They won’t consider any medical certificate. Nobody gives a Damn! No one listens. No one cares. You have just ruined your career!)
I would like to refrain myself over talking much about this because almost everyone of us would have at least days of debate on this already. They should realize that attendance do not make us a good engineer or professional. It simply makes you a good student which doesn’t usually gets extended to a good engineer or professional. Institute doesn’t want to accept this simple fact. Plus, Institute hasn’t been able to put forward substantial proofs of the compulsory attendance had made a significant improvement in one’s performance. It’s just a hollow law imposed upon us, and we are here twisting into its wild clutches. If Institute is thinking that the learning atmosphere is pretty good and attendance is justifiable, they should come and have a look at the classes after the attendance being frozen. There are just handful number of students, though I have no intention to pin-point at them and I seriously respect their sincerity. But what about others? Why they have to come everyday, attend every lab and tutorial (Because, you are allowed to bunk only one lab or tutorial to make you fall in the above 85 bracket. Compulsory 85 in every component rather than average is yet another completely stupid rule) Physical attendance should not be confused with mental presence. One cannot compel thyself to attend this/that forcefully! While, the sincere students still remain sincere, the careless student doesn’t even care anyway. That sums it up why this rule is ineffective. Adding more to it, great professors don’t need the compulsory attendance to attract students in their classes, people will still flock to them if they are providing quality education. Come on, man.. we have come with a decent score, we are at least responsible enough and adequately concerned about our own future. So, Please! A good theoretical idea!

4. The hierarchical structure of the institute (management) directly contradict from the statement which they have hung in the Management building which states “There is no pleasure earned, without much pain”. A student with good motives find it hard to get things done. People often do not care about good initiatives. They just want to cover their official part of duty. Of course, they are right to do their duty. But I think the rules need to be changed. A college should to be more flexible as by the definition itself, it has to create a learning environment, not to hamper it.

5. Permission required to play in the courts, playgrounds. That’s not only the end of it. You can only play in the time span specified by them. Your college and your grounds, and yet, you need permission to enter! Make them free yaar!! Everyone want to play!

6. The Power Points picked up from the internet. Download of .exe files blocked. Why in the world, one can’t install a simple software? Free WiFi – everything blocked! What the hell are we supposed to do with Google homepage and Wikipedia? And what the hell are you providing for free? Every signal jammed! Vehicles in campus not allowed. If you construct your college far away from the city, even out of the reach of a proper public transport, how can you ban hostel residents to keep vehicles? Not a single management institute has this kind of a ridiculous rule. Students pay more than 50,000 INR per semester to watch NPTEL videos. Freedom (of anything) – don’t ever even dream of it! If institute really want the international standards and environment that top universities possess then freedom is an integral part of it. creativity cannot sprout if there is no freedom. They just forget that it’s a free country. A truly “technical” institution for you, folks!

7. Realize the placement companies mentioned in the website are truly hilarious. The eligibility bar set crashes the dreams of all others where many 6 pointers are way better than 9 pointers! Some are don’t even know about this!

8. The assignments/projects submission policy: Now want to remain away from the names (of faculties, of course!) but this is plain truth of what some of us went through. Sometimes you have to work with people you don’t even look at, just imagine the poor soul’s condition! Their archaic standards to compare students. They will judge you solely upon your pointers. That judging, is where the whole problem lies. You’re treated as a scumbag if you don’t get the pointers. On one hand, institute want us to submit work/projects on time, while never providing necessary guidance as to how to do that work. Knowing the truth about something is far more important than getting things done.

9. Why does one have to make a register entry at entry gate even having ID card? That too every time on making an entry or exit? The sheer number of ridiculous rules due to them, the number of times I felt rage boiling down inside me was large enough. No wonder, I won’t hesitate in refusing to help the institute in any way, if ever asked.

10. The quality of professors/lectures and management’s inattention towards the recent faculty drain and some reputed professors have left the college. The new ones don’t know much. Frankly, I simply fail understand why the faculty knowledge level is so low. They are being paid above 50K, and for what? Most of them can’t even write and successfully compile a code. Faculties being hardly available to your personal help or pleas (because they are always roaming around the campus or might be busy on their laptops, doing something I seriously don’t know what?!), you can get a feel of it being a government office than a college. Come across faculties who will go to all sorts of lengths to help you in your pursuit and even those who wouldn’t bother to do a Google search about some topic and rather say “Don’t ask me – I don’t know”! When this is the way a student is treated in the Institution, how does one expect him/her to be innovative and change the community. Never asked for a kidney. All I asked was to give me a chance to say. If I were a faculty, that would be the most insulting phrase for anyone to utter let alone do it myself! Damn it! just a curious soul and want to know from you I know there is a thing called Google exists. Had no help from the faculty or the deans. Amidst the chaos of the rules no one knew which applied how and when and where. For student like me, the hardest part has been sitting throughout the lecture and listening to a person, who for most of the part doesn’t understands what he is actually talking about. Sometimes I feel as if I could have in fact learned better, had I given the same time to a YouTube tutorial instead. A teacher cannot afford to be confused. He may not know certain things, and that is okay, but at least I expect to learn a certain basic concepts from him. It doesn’t makes sense if have to go home, unlearn what has been taught and again relearn the same from online sources. Because, I am a student and hope that stay a student as I learn much more when I teach than when I was being taught.

11. Caterers – Laziest people on earth! Want to experience a tour of mumbai locals in Institution? Come to K block during break-hours. Because, canteen not less than a fish market and filled with students. You cannot celebrate birthdays, cannot make announcements and you cannot find food all the time! Another British rule! Its come to a stage where some of our elders have really become far more immature than us.

12. The Institution is filled with students. Its difficult to find some privacy, Space crunch where one can sit and think. ‘Innovators/creators’ need to sit alone and think. As rare as they are, even if there is one in the college, unfortunately, he/she doesn’t have the ‘time’ or ‘space’ to do so. Are we left with enough energy to innovate and be creative after so much work? (One have to spent 10 hours of a day receiving and recovering from your college education!) Depends on an individual’s capacity but in general most people can’t!

13. And there are many more! Would love to mock at all those (literally!) fantasy lovers who have made the name “NirmaLand” viral. I mean, seriously let alone be it to be called a “Land” of its own, being here will make you feel like in any local institution (At a times, one must be tempted to feel that even the other colleges would have been a better option than this one). Some sections (no proper response is something which I won’t mention, because that will already look wearisome by now.) It is a sheer waste of time.

14. Also, adding to the endless agony, some good professors brag about our dearest alumni, Mr. Pranav Mistry. But no one ever mentions what made him unique, what projects he did, how he did them? Which confirms, professors, for most of the times, have no idea what a student is working on. At most, they would know the overview. Every University has a right to take credit of their alumni, but that is the case when the alumni himself believes that the university has in some way helped him. Has he himself really mentioned to anyone that he is a Nirma Institute alumni? Does he really cares where he did his B.Tech. from? Has he ever spoken of how the institute contributed in making him a better innovator? Even the best minds need guidance to become great. Does institute have someone of that level? Or have they lost hope that institute will not find the best minds?! We all could have taken admission to government colleges, but we choose Institute called Nirma, because we thought it would actually add value to us. I am sorry to say this, but except for the part where we get praises from relatives, I do not see any value added to me! Though I did made a few good friends, and I am grateful for that.

15. The institution has several other issues to deal with but management is one of the things that needs to be changed before its hard earned reputation goes to the dogs. But as long as people continue to sway in being a part of the crowd, nothing is truly going to happen. A Misconception, that it is a very good institute. No. It is not.

Considering the above facts, it is becoming more and more apparent that it has become a numbers game. Clearly, the quality has been significantly compromised. It’s No To Nirma for sure. Really feel sorry for parents to have them drained out of money for this piece of shit. From now onwards, will refuse to let not this stupid institute ruin my talent and creativity, be it in any sphere. Seriously think taking a drop would have been a much better option than to take up studying in this institute. Rules are meant to guide students, not make their student life experience a bitter one.

A history of people who were absent, and plans that did not come to pass. But you the institution; I preferred you over my passion. Clearly shows, my passion is strong enough. But remember one thing, free speech is so last century. Today’s students want the right to be comfortable. Will come with big bang!

Life here is same as the above situation. It is as if there is no life beyond the atoms revolving around its nucleus. You are looked up to as a criminal if you have more interest/knowledge about a certain Shakespeare or any Cyber thing more than the interest/knowledge you have about the one-phase and three-phase generators. Because you don’t want to bore the rest of the World!
‘Saw his result? He scored more than me!’
‘You know mom how that works?’
‘Yaar! kitna padha?’
And the list goes on! There’s this I.T. Vocabulary that you would become a part of your day to day life. No matter if you are on a date or at someone’s funeral, the dynamics of motion and the force-couple system is sure to haunt the people around you!

Dear Nirma,
ever heard of this? A school is as good as it students!
It’s not your, it’s about my standards.

After all this, let me add where Institute actually scores since desirability this (almost!) article to remain balanced. Purely exploitative in nature. It has got a very good library. By very good, sincerely mean very good. The day when books start judging us by our faces not far away!

For a extra Gyani note: If you are capable, and smart enough, you can shine through. Studying in a premier institute doesn’t even important. I am not bragging or boasting about it, but I am telling this because your grades and packages don’t define what you are and what your passion is, which is always with you. Not forcefully!

Not a big time follower of Shakespeare but remembered one thing which he said “What’s in a name?” well said man, well said!

I apologize for such a long post I have to speak through heart out loud. For the one to fight for the right thing because I have the guts to do it. Well, I can see how cheap your thoughts are to judge me from my this post habits! Keep going at least people have got some time to think/judging about me!

Creativity in me making sure you somehow spend your not-so-valuable time on reading this lame attempt at writing a post when there’s nothing to share about because i’m too busy thinking about my future that my present is blissfully blank and I don’t give a damn about it either.

N.B. Sorry but this shit happens when you’re so darn excited that even any of the weekday starts having an identity crisis.

Dear Indian History,

While I’m really grateful for a day off in the middle of august, let’s talk about the man behind the myth. Mahatma Gandhi was not a very nice guy. He cheated on his father and sons. He reportedly plagiarized a good deal of work in school. But you know what? That’s okay. Well, okay, maybe it’s not okay, but it happened. Moving on. My point is, we shouldn’t be so desperate for heroes in Indian history. Mahatma Gandhi’s influence is undeniable and revolutionary, as an activist, but as a man, he was as deeply flawed as the next man or woman. He wasn’t perfect. The sooner we stop teaching these sanitized depictions of historical figures, the closer we can get to a national identity that embraces the good and the bad. After all, a wise sitcom once told me that if you take them both, then there you have… the facts of life. Okay, but enough about another humans. Seriously though, the idealization is getting out of control.

Mahatma Gandhi was not a bad man.  Gandhi is the world’s most famous hypocrite. Gandhi’s first son, Haridas, and how he was rejected by his own father. Who could argue with Gandhi the lawyer? You will never hear me saying that. But i said it now you see? He created a national dialogue in a meaningful and life-changing way. Was he a bad father? Eh, he probably could have been a little better… Was he a bad student? Well, plagiarism isn’t exactly great, either… But none of these do anything to make him less profound and impact-full. They just make him human. I’m just saying, historians. Maybe you should consider it.

It just pre-technology era which we still believing in. I’m still reeling from being lied to all my life about how awesome Christopher Columbus, Vasco da Gama was.
Sincerely still Indian,

Dear American History,

While I’m not really grateful for a day off in the start of July which I’m clearly not getting as i’m in India, but let’s talk about the man behind the myth. Martin Luther King Jr. was not a very nice guy. He cheated on his wife. He reportedly plagiarized a good deal of his work in college. But ya know what? That’s okay. Well, okay, maybe it’s not okay, but it happened. Moving on. My point is, we shouldn’t be so desperate for heroes in American history. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s influence is undeniable and revolutionary, as an activist, but as a man, he was as deeply flawed as the next man or woman. He wasn’t perfect. The sooner we stop teaching these sanitized depictions of historical figures, the closer we can get to a national identity that embraces the good and the bad. After all, a wise sitcom once told me that if you take them both, then there you have… the facts of life. Seriously though, the idealization is getting out of control.

Martin Luther King, Jr. was not a bad man. You will never hear me saying that. he created a national dialogue in a meaningful and life-changing way. Was he a bad husband? He probably could have been a little better… Was he a bad student? Well, plagiarism isn’t exactly great, either… But none of these do anything to make him less profound and impact full. They just make him human. I’m just saying, historians. Maybe you should consider it. I’m still reeling from being lied to all my life about how awesome Christopher Columbus was.
Sincerely not at all any historian but my opinions (matters too!),