MERAKI
It’s another day of the scorching sun, you’re walking, drops of perspiration trickle down your eyebrows, and you swipe them off. All you can think of is about going home and playing the console you tricked your dad into buying for you even after scoring a nominal grade in your exams. The only condition he put was you had to attend this seminar by some Jack guy. It was alright, you thought then, but it seems like an unfair deal now that you swipe sweat across your cheeks. You locate the entrance to the hall you’re supposed to be in. Damn it, no air conditioning. So much for the PlayStation, you wonder. For a billionaire, Jack seemed down to earth. For a speech scheduled for 3:00 pm, he seems humble to do a mike check himself at 2:55 pm. For a session supposed to instill you with inspiration, the crowd appears dead. You join in the sea of the deceased. If the IIT coaching has taught you one great trait, it’s to sleep with your eyes open. You prepare yourself to use your skills for ...