What hurts me is the fact that in India, a good doctor is one whom you have to take an appointment with even before you fall sick. Else, you will die but not get treated. A good school is one that won't admit you even if you are in Lower Kindergarten. A good minister is one won't meet you till are some VIP. I want to change this in my lifetime by democratizing education and opportunities.
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What hurts me is the fact that in India, a good doctor is one whom you have to take an appointment with even before you fall sick. Else, you will die but not get treated. A good school is one that won’t admit you even if you are in Lower Kindergarten. A good minister is one won’t meet you till are some VIP. I want to change this in my lifetime by democratizing education and opportunities.

-Sharad Vivek

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