My worst nightmare is being stuck in an elevator. When this column goes to print the first reaction I might receive would be ‘Ah! Claustrophobia’. But that is not all, ladies and gentlemen. There’s more to it. Actually, it is not the fear of closed spaces that we will be talking about today. I had to digress a bit before I completed my statement and I apologize for it. Allow me to finish what I started.
A long gone classmate one day texted me and asked me how life is in the Netherlands as a foreigner, and what is it like to work in a multi-cultural space. I looked around my desk and became fascinatingly aware of the people around me. I share my office-space with Dutch, Persian, Greek, Turkish, Italian, Chinese and Indian people.
I woke up really early that day. Well, earlier than I usually do. I don’t really remember my dream from the previous night, but I vaguely recall it to be about work. That week in particular had been a busy one. With the deadline nearing every single one of us felt this pressure that only grew with every day that passed. The race against time!
We are almost nearing the end of January and I would like to wish you a Happy New Year. But it's way past January 6th, so if you think that ship has sailed, I'll wish you all the best for your exams. I know it’s not too late for that. One point to Akarsh!
It was a tough childhood, some would say, but only she knew how it felt. Children around her called her a weirdo, a tag that felt more like a scar that would stay for life. Trying hard to fit in and failing every day, she would go to bed, weeping. “If only I could find someone like me,” she thought.
As I pour the coffee into my mug I contemplate the things I have to do, the simulations I have to run, the results I have to compile and a million other things related to my thesis. As I am nearing the end of my graduation here, I can’t help but wondering how it will feel when it is done.
Akarsh Sinha was raised in the foothills of the Himalayas in India and moved to Eidhoven many moons ago (that’s roughly 780 days before today). He is a confused soul and generally very introverted in nature. However, with a pen and paper in hand, it is hard to shut him up.
He is a mechatronics enthusiast and aspires to combine engineering with art someday. He lives by George Bernard Shaw’s words: There is no sincerer love than the love of food. Had he not studied engineering he would have ended up as a chef.