education and art

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“Education is supposed to juice your curiosity, not diminish your curiosity.”
– Walter Isaacson
isn't that true?
Life is what we make it.
we, Indians, are inscrutable yet we are tough on the core. we may be a bore and we maybe too idiotic, neurotic, beastly and monastic. but we are 'indian'
we sit on the floor and wear ghaghras to art museums; we wear skirts to bars and dance with our 'poola jada' (i dont) and wear ghungroo in any nation.
we love to speak and we love to eat. give us a bunch of fruits, a couple of movies and friends and we are done for the day.
we celebrate. we celibate. we love. we like.
we never hate.

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