They both chase excellence, but IISc felt like a temple for *jingiashem*—pure inquiry, where professors could vanish into a question for years. The IITs I visited seemed more like a bustling marketplace of projects and placements. Admissions? At IISc in the BS programme, they looked for a certain obsessiveness in your eyes, not just a rank.
I left because that very purity began to feel like a stone arch without a bridge—beautiful, but disconnected from the *jingbrieu* of our lives. My laptop was overheating in Bangalore, and all I could think of was the cool, living stone of my father’s bridges and his *ka jingrwai*.
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