As a student at IIT Delhi in the period 1997 – 1999, I used to visit the library every day without fail. One of the things I did was to copy down (printing was too expensive) quotations and poems onto my notebook so that I can share them with others. I wrote one poem a day on the blackboards of Waste Treatment Lab and Bio-Process Lab and I enormously enjoyed this process.
The pleasure we derive from doing favours is partly in the feeling it gives us that we are not altogether worthless. It is a pleasant surprise to ourselves. Eric Hoffer.
Matthew Arnold, Dover Beach
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
