I am a role model, a good leader, and an educator. I lead many of my school projects including clubs and council meetings, inspire our math team as a co-captain, and devote many hours as a math department teaching assistant. However, things were very different in the past.
Since as long ago as I can recall I have always been captivated by the strange world of science. The moon following me around the town fed my interest in Physics and Mathematics. The antenna on my father’s radio turning from silvery white to reddish brown color provoked my curiosity in Chemistry. This pure childhood awe turned my interest to read books about science in real life and learn science and mathematics at a more in-depth level.
Late September in 2013, typical India weather on Thursday, it was the beginning of a very strange journey for me. I began something which my friends often refer to as a pathologically boring hobby, writing a diary. The idea behind the diary writing was first brought to my life simply to record day-to-day experiences. So I did, day-to-day, never missed one. Soon, I realized that there is something more than untethered memories just reassembling itself in my brain. It’s incredible how far this simple hobby can take you. So, let me paint a picture for you.
I felt acidity build up in my stomach. I was going to be sick. I knew what these inner earthquakes meant: I was hungry. How could I stop this horrible stomach-screech? As a picky eater, this is the dilemma I have to deal with on a daily basis. The only thing I find harder than swallowing something of no interest to me is to just think of food I actually want. But this time was different. I knew precisely what my taste buds were praying for: Italian style pizza.