The Dystopian Paradox.
The Dystopian Paradox Lessons the country taught me but forgot itself. It perplexes me as I finish 3 years of undergraduate studies with a group of adventurous friends. This group of friends seldom pushed me leaps and beyond to excel in academics but rather helped broaden my perspective. Language, customs, traditions; the three pillars that make India diverse. When I signed up for undergraduate classes my imagination took me places, Giving me a false impression of a college. When classes commenced, the brutal reality of college broke a variety of stereotypes. But what survived the domino effect of fragile stereotypes was the concept of diversity. In a group of 7 friends, no 2 people spoke the same native language. Where one spoke the northern dialect of Kannada, she was not understood by someone who spoke urban Kannada. With no question of the westernized Tamilian raised the eyebrows of the rest, including the guy who spoke shattered Tamil. All stared at the Malayali a...
