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Deep Meaningful Images for Motivation
By TheBhediyaOfDalalStreet, history, 12 months ago, In English

In this era of uncertainty, I don't know if I would be able to get a job even after reaching candidate master. Hell, I don't even know if there would any companies visiting my campus this year. The ephemeral kick of solving that one problem in a contest does not soothe the distraught mind for long. Moving on, is a simple thing, what it leaves behind is hard.

Hard times call for hard men, and with that quote, let us look at a few images with deep meanings.

I hope you appreciate the underlying meaning behind these images.

After all, we are all bhediyas in search for our TCS.

Is this contrition? Is this an awakening? Is this goodbye?

I don't know.

Cheers,

MainuCodingBadiPasandAe (Ex-shitposter at Codeforces)

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Are you virgin? Do not lie

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sir, can you please translate these memes from indian language to english langugae?

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    I believe these images transcend all language barriers. Art is universal and resonates with the soul of the individual.

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      as a soulless alien, i do not have a soul for the art to resonate. i need explain for this earthly humor of yours

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Thank you for this insightfull blog!

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bro really quoted megadeth lmao

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    I remember his vivid appearance as he descended down the stairs; weary, drowsy and crestfallen. His tie was stifling, it enervated his voice. His glasses were foggy, it narrowed his vision. And he must see far. He must address the restless throng. He must appear intrepid, for he is their last hope, their last source of truth.

    An anxious mortal asked,

    "How was it? Did it go well? What did they a-"

    He lifted up his hand, signaling silence from the crowd. He saw their faces, some hopeless, some fatigued, and a few intrigued awaiting his answers. He tried to move his lips to speak, but he couldn't. Without uttering a word, he spoke to all of them. And everyone listened.

    Dejected, he made his way back to his room. He felt a breeze of cool air brushing past his hair. He barely had any left at this point. He took another look at their faces. This time, as he looked upon the throng, he felt an invigorating aura. An aura vibrating not from the listeners, but from within.

    The sun dusks, the crowd witnesses the reincarnation of bane. TCS Bhediya rises again.

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