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.