WILL AVERAGE PEOPLE STILL MATTER?
Last week, a student asked me a question that made me feel queasy in my stomach.
I was talking with students at an elite college giving them the usual gyan.
Then one student asked:
“Sir, honestly… will people like us even matter?”
Another followed immediately.
“But sir, every day we hear machines can think faster, write faster, analyse faster, code faster.
So what exactly is left for average people?”
Average people.
That phrase hit me in my gut and I wondered how would they do extraordinary work if they start believing they are average?
The classroom had gone completely silent by then.
I recovered and then told them something I deeply believe.
History never moved forward because human beings became more efficient.
It moved forward because somebody dared to dream when others laughed.
Because somebody persisted when logic said give up.
Because somebody believed in another human being before there was proof.
That is how every meaningful change has happened.
A teacher does it with a student.
A parent does it with a child.
A friend does it in moments when someone is broken.
And sometimes a leader does it with a team.
Maybe that is what worries me most today.
Not whether machines will become more intelligent.
But whether human beings will slowly stop believing in themselves.
Machines may help us do ordinary things faster.
But the extraordinary still begins inside a human being.
And as I walked out of that classroom, one question stayed with me:
How do we protect the self-belief of a generation growing up in the shadow of machines?
#HumansFirst
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