Guys… telegram or not, we are not stopping 🙏
It’s a beautiful article on the essence of education
Crisis of Meritocracy:
Exams like NEET, CUET and JEE claim to reward talent, but leaks, coaching access and inequality weaken faith in fair competition
Cultural Capital (Bourdieu):
Success depends not only on hard work, but also on coaching, English skills, family support, money and social background
Neoliberal Education:
Education is becoming a market where students are treated as “human capital” and forced into constant self-improvement
Youth Alienation:
Students feel disconnected from learning, institutions and even themselves because education becomes survival, not growth
Strain Theory (Merton):
Society promises success through education, but limited jobs and unstable mobility create pressure, anxiety and frustration among Gen Z
It’s important to keep learning sociology bits by bits, daily
I want to help you stay on the track 🙏
While the BJP and its leaders were busy poaching Shiv Sena MPs, two more NEET aspirants have committed suicide today.
This shows that they don’t care about your kids; they only care about grabbing more power.
the more you get to know about those clips from that 370 briyani thing, the more disgusting and disturbing it gets
i don’t even know what that girl must be going through right now because those clips even made me cry and rage
Maaf karna if i over spoke 🙏🙏
Worst capital in summers, winters, rains,
Puraa desh continuously polluted,
Phone khidki par lekar baith jao toh chori hone ka darr
Station par paani peene ke liye bag ko ek second unattended chhodne ki himmat nahin hai
Hospitals mein beds nahin
Super corrupt politicians have become a norm
And Politicians absolutely moorkh samjhte hain logon ko
Ek total selfless job mein most selfish log hain
Ideologically ekdum polar opposite political party mein jaa milte hain thinking dheere dheere sab bhool jayenge par apna personal career top par jaana chahiye
Extreme focus on education
Duniya jahaan ke coaching centres tab bhi mass level unemployment
Hawaa polluted
Paani polluted
Paneer polluted
Branded cooking oil polluted
Dimaag polluted
Ghar baithi ladki ko murder kar diya
Police malfunctioning
Traffic absolute loss of peace
Endless uncontrolled noise pollution throughout the night
Infrastructure forever under construction
Independent institutions governed by compromised humans
5 saal mein ek baar accountability and woh bhi manipulated by social media and fake narratives
Slum like living even after paying so much for real estate
Grey concretised shehar
Zero Faith on police and authorities
Gandey filthy shehar
Remember that Faridabad intern who got famous for simply posting how unlivable the city is
Extremely powerful people but extremely powerless ghar
Zero civic sense… zeeerrrrro civic sense girl was right
Toh jab Unlivable sheharon mein unemployed jantaa yeh dekh rahi ke sirf kuchh kuchh toh bohot aagey badhte jaa rahe hain aur bohot saare kuchh ka toh kal ka bhi nahin pataa kya hoga, toh hum sab ek ticking time bomb par baithe hain
And iss time bomb mein sab udenge
goodbye delhi <3
after spending 15 months here, it feels so strange to just pack up my last one and a half years into a few suitcases and leave like ranbir kapoor walking away from weddings in climax scene. last july, i shifted to this city for upsc coaching, just like thousands of others who come from every corner of india, carrying hope and anxiety in equal measure.
i’ve been a mumma’s boy all my life who barely ever stepped out of his hometown, never really dealt with life on my own. but something in me wanted to experience the madness to live in a city that never lets you rest, to survive in a place where no one knows your backstory.
and delhi… well, this city gives everyone a different story. to some, it gives trauma they’ll never forget. to some, friendships they’ll never let go of and to a few, a strange sense of satisfaction that they somehow made it through. this city humbles you, tests your patience and your fears, burns your skin in may, freezes your bones in january yet somehow still manages to grow on you with time.
i genuinely loved my time here, managing my own expenses, figuring out what to eat and what not to, learning how to deal with everyday chaos & life in general. thanks to twitter, i was never really alone & had people to hang out with, a few random dates that turned into stories, and some older, married friends who looked out for me like family.
i’m not romanticising delhi, just acknowledging what it taught me. this year wasn’t easy- mentally, physically, or emotionally. some lows hit harder than i expected, and a few things went far beyond my control. but somewhere in all that mess, i grew, slowly, maybe not visibly, but i did.
last month, i realised i’d hit my saturation point. i needed to return to my comfort zone my home not to escape, but to heal. to rebuild the parts i didn’t even notice were breaking.
maybe someday i’ll come back to this city to revisit the memories i’m leaving behind, to roam around aimlessly, to eat that one last plate of chole bhature & momos, or to just meet those few people who made this city feel like home but for now, it’s time to pause, to heal, and to outgrow this version of myself. thank you everyone, take care you all.