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Cuckoo in hand, 'Life is a race', said Virus.
Dictionary in hand, Rancho said, 'Your college is a pressure-cooker!'

How amazing it is that the contrast in our lives is so easily denoted by these two conflicting people and their two conflicting ideologies!

Right from when the wheel was first wheeled, to today, when we have launched wheels into space, life has been a race. There's no denying it.
Knock Knock.
Who's there.
Virus.
Virus who.
The Viru Sahasrabuddhi who said life was a race.

Virus was right as long as the scenario were approached the absolute frank way. But Rancho went deeper.

He rapped the door and asked, 'Whose race is life?'
Now behind the door, Virus answered, 'Ours.'
Rancho asked, 'Who runs this race, sir?'
Virus, peeved, answered, 'Us!'
Rancho enquired, 'And who runs the running of this race, sir?'

Virus answered, 'Mr. Chanchad, this word-play is of no consequence. Platform par chaddkar poore class ko engineering sikha sakhte ho kya?'
 Rancho remarked, 'Sir, I always give my weak students a second chance. Try again.
Virus, infuriated, yelled, 'This is not a philosophy class! Tumhare question ka answer bataao!'

Rancho retorted, in a broad grin, ' We run the running our lives, sir. Ab ham murgian jaise ek doosre se aage nikalne ke liye bhaag rahe hein, par sach to ye hain ki hamne hi toh bhaagna shuroo kiya! We entered this rat-race. We are to blame for miserable lives at the end of it. 

 Virus asked,, 'Engineering comprises machines, Mr. Chanchad, and not rats or chickens! Do you see, how by being deterred from this race that I talk about, you can get derailed from the purpose of your life? It is machines and engineering that you need to focus on every hour that you spend in my college, not the glitches in the education-system!'

Rancho conclusively said, 'Sir, I have a heart of gold. And guess what,  I give third chances too. This one's to change your mindset, sir. Lagta hein ki aap machines pe focus karte karte apne college se machines hi bahar bhej rahe hein!'

Our great dean's lips were sealed.
And so should yours be if you agree with him.
Of course, it's a vibrant world with vibrant philosophies.
But enjoy your life. What is success after all? Happiness. 

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