Rules and their essence
On a cloudy dull afternoon in Oslo as the black clouds began to loom over my balcony casting their shadows onto me, I, sipping my hot cup of spicy ginger tea begin to contemplate about the incident that nearly ruined my graduation and prospects after that, if not for the magnanimity on the part of Dr. Shinde or Shindeji, what we dearly addressed him as. This incident, was a new event in itself but the crux of it was no alien to me for it has been lingering in my thoughts for a while now. Barring to answer what is right and what is not, I thought it is worth while to revisit this incident which I was a part of, to understand the relationship between rules and their essence. -------------------- As the rhythmic chiming of my clock was disturbed by an abrupt beginning of Iron maiden's song "trooper", which was also my alarm song, I was docilely perturbed from a short three hour sleep. I moved uneasily from side to side trying to locate for my clock to stop it, as paper...