In a world torn by hate, we dare to dream of peace,
We wish that our hearts entwine and all hatred leave;
Together we stand , hand in hand,
As one human family, you will understand.
We hope to embrace diversity,
And every soul, find a spark in love’s connectivity
#EndTheHate
Did you know that Sharjeel Imam designed the Qaafiya Dictionary for Rekhta, an online tool for finding rhyming words in Urdu poetry?
Rekhta needed someone who was an expert in Urdu, Persian, and coding, and Sharjeel Imam had expertise in all three.
Yet Rekhta has never publicly acknowledged Sharjeel Imam, despite his significant contributions to the platform.
GenZ will turn things around , I am sure of that
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This is gut wrenching. Cannot imagine what Rishikesh’s mother is going through. It’s such a quagmire of indifference our institutions. Change must come but only after those without empathy are made to
pay as well
2011 - My nanaji died in Patna.
I took the train home. I watched my Mama light his pyre. I sat through the rituals. I missed two minor exams at IIT Delhi.
When I returned to campus, I went to ask for a re-exam.
A professor looked at me and said: “You people from Bihar come here on reservation, can’t handle the pressure, then make excuses and kill your grandparents ten times over. Bring me his death certificate.”
I was twenty years old.
Twenty.
I had just come back from a cremation.
My Dadaji was already fighting cancer. My dadi had died of cancer few years back. I remember thinking, with the kind of fear you don't say out loud, that there might be another funeral in our family soon.
There was.
Five months later.
And there I was, standing in a corridor of one of India’s finest institutions, being asked to prove that my grandfather was actually dead.
I still remember that corridor.
I remember the humiliation.
I remember the anger.
But more than anything, I remember how small and helpless I felt.
I was grieving, and the institution I had worked so hard to enter had reduced that grief to paperwork.
The Dean’s office eventually sorted it out. I sat the exam. I graduated in three years.
IIT Delhi gave me a platform I could never have had otherwise. I will always be grateful for that.
But gratitude does not require silence.
Because on Monday, nearly 300 students gathered outside the Director’s office at IIT Delhi.
Eight of their classmates have died by suicide since 2023.
The latest was Rishikesh, a 31-year-old MSc Physics student. He had lost his father. He took a semester off. He came back with his mother, only to find his name struck off the hostel rolls.
Imagine that.
You lose your father.
You step away because you are grieving.
You return to the campus that was supposed to be your home and discover that, administratively, you no longer belong there.
The students used a phrase for what they are experiencing:
“Administrative indifference.”
I know exactly what they mean.
And that is what makes this so painful.
I don't think the people inside that system wake up wanting to hurt students.
That is almost worse.
It is a machine.
A machine that knows how to measure CGPAs, cut-offs, placement packages, rankings and deadlines.
But somehow never learned how to measure grief.
Never learned how to recognise the look on the face of a twenty-year-old who has just come back from a funeral.
Never learned that sometimes, before asking for a certificate, you simply ask:
“Are you okay?”
Every year, our brightest children fight their way into these institutions.
And some of them don't make it out.
Then we announce an inquiry.
Form a committee.
Issue a statement.
And eventually, we go quiet.
We cannot keep doing this.
Two things are not difficult.
First: serious, mandatory sensitivity training for faculty and administrative staff. Not an induction video. Not a box to tick.
The person a student meets after a death in the family is often not a counsellor. It is a professor. A section officer. A hostel clerk.
In thirty seconds, that person can make a grieving student feel like a human being or like an inconvenience.
We have trained them to administer rules.
We have not trained them to recognise suffering.
Second: Counsellors.
One or two counsellors for thousands of students is not a mental-health system. It is a formality.
A student in crisis should not have to wait weeks for an appointment and then be expected to somehow survive the waiting.
Hire enough counsellors.
Make them permanent.
Make them accessible.
And make sure that when a student says, “I need help,” someone is actually there that week.
I owe IIT Delhi a great deal.
That is precisely why I am saying this.
Because I remember that corridor.
And I never want another twenty-year-old, standing there after a funeral, to feel the way I did.
Not at IIT Delhi.
Not anywhere.
Congress says, “Smash patriarchy.”
Why always target only Hindus?
What about minority women? What about Triple Talaq? Are Muslim girls not our sisters & betis?
If you truly stand with women, stand with every woman, every community, every time.
Our Indian betis are leading in ISRO, flying fighter jets & winning medals at the Olympics. Nari Shakti is visible in Lakhpati Didis & Drone Didis. Do not undermine Indian betis to divide Indian society.