In 2006, my brother was doing his PhD.
Topic: Bovine AIDS.
Institute: a university in Mathura.
Coursework: HSADL, Bhopal, India’s top animal disease lab.
Then bird flu happened.
Suddenly, HSADL became the lab.
And suddenly, my brother was told to drop 1.5 years of research and switch topics.
Not because science demanded it.
Because the system did.
The deal was simple:
Change your topic, or lose your stipend.
He called me and said,
“I love my research. I don’t want to work on what babus want.”
For once, I didn’t give gyaan.
I gave him an exit.
“Apply outside India. Let’s see if anyone values your work.”
He applied to 8 universities.
7 in Australia, 1 in Europe.
Within hours, 7 offers came back.
5 with full scholarships and stipends.
The 8th replied three days later.
The professor was at a conference.
That’s it. That was the delay.
Why?
Because his CV was ridiculously good:
•17 international publications
•1 book
•54 national publications
•103 reviews
He went to Europe.
Finished his PhD.
Got a Post-Doc in Texas.
Applied for a Green Card.
Got it in 2 months.
Citizenship the moment he was eligible.
Still, he wanted to come back.
Because India is home & hope dies slowly.
In 2011, he applied for a professor’s job at JNKVV, Jabalpur.
Salary: ₹40,000/month.
They asked for hard copies of all publications.
I still remember packing a full carton of his papers and couriering it.
Then, on July 8, we got a letter dated July 6.
Interview: July 10. In person.
Bring:
•NOC from his current university
•Character certificate
•Hard copies again
Because “what if interviewers want to see?”
I called them.
“How does someone fly from Europe in two days?”
Answer:
“Interviews are till 12th. He must come.”
That was the moment we stopped trying.
India wasn’t rejecting him.
India was humiliating him.
Later, when he sent his HSADL work to Elsevier, the journal did a routine verification.
HSADL replied saying:
•He left without due process
•His stipend wasn’t settled
•His address was false
We sent:
•No Dues Certificate
•Formal relieving letter
•Proof that the address was the same as his passport
•Proof that our parents still live there
Didn’t matter.
Publication rejected.
That’s the system.
We happily talk about reservations. But we quietly harass competence.
And before someone says, “Things have changed under Modi” no, they haven’t.
I tried in 2023.
Same hard copies.
Same physical interviews.
I now work as a visiting professor with an IIT. Online.
My reimbursement request has been pending since August 2023.
The professor in charge says,
“I get 100 mails a day. I don’t check all.”
Fair enough.
This country doesn’t lack talent. It lacks respect for it.
And the smartest people don’t leave India for money. They leave to save their dignity
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