The Group’s Study
If you had not seen the board proclaiming it as an institute of technology, you would have been right in mistaking it to be a chawl. It was a cement-coloured E-shaped building looming at the edge of a slum. Along each of its six floors ran a contiguous lobby providing access to every layer of classroom stacked on top of each other. As you measured the chawl-comparison for suitability, a look at the intense security at the gate, restricted movement of teenagers inside the premises, and the general vibe of anxiety would conjure a more apt visual cue. A Jail!! It was called that even by the strictest parent of many an engineering student schooled within it. This was twenty years ago. It has got to be different now. It is hard to imagine parents with millennial aesthetics sending their childre...