Life sometimes seems very unromantic – especially when memories of past strike back, when you remember the romantic and naive dreams of your own childish mind. The child that you once were, resides within you even today – you think about that child, that adolescent, that sophomore that you once were – who dreamt of doing lots of interesting things, who was in love with his dreams, who worked hard not to get into the 'typical' corporate life but something larger than this, a more beautiful and meaningful future – a world where he could bring about that much needed difference, a world where his energy and enthusiasm was all that was required for success, a world where there was no room for racism, favouritism, greed, and personal conveniences ... Was there no such world ever? Was it all a screen? Was it just a fairytale? Is the child inside me never going to realize its dream? Is the adolescent never going to reach the pinnacle of his desires? Is the sophomore never going to be