To truly understand my experience at D.School, you must consider three things: love, terror, and the hillarious outcomes of Indians trying to communicate across linguistic divides. Let’s start at the beginning. I had dreamt of D.School from the far-off Tamil Nadu for a two-and-half years before the life-changing phone call on July 27, 1997. Not knowing Hindi, I asked my father to call the office and confirm my admission. “I am calling from South India…”, my father started and Shukla ji responded with, “Oh, Mr. Vivek, congradulations”. To keep my seat, I had to pay the tuition by July 29, […]
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