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He said he needed to discuss something with us animators. We hadn't called him, even though we should have. I don't know what stopped us. Maybe we were just lazy, but had he not come to us today, we would have really missed out on something.

I'm talking about Prasanjeet Sir. It's embarrassing that after seeing him around so much as a visiting faculty, and admiring him so much that I almost worship his ideals, I still don't know his last name. I don't know where he's from, and I hardly know what kind of animator he really is. All I know, is that whatever he does, must sure be awesome. I am gonna get a huge list of all his work and the wonderful people he's worked with, and watch everything I can like it's eye-candy.

He told us to enjoy life. He told us to change what we disapproved of. We did disapprove of a lot of things, but nothing ever happened about them. This institute had only one thing missing. Spirit.

I'm going to share a story with you.
This man notices a lot of things, like some of us. He notices that the product designers in this college have an entire course on recycling. He notices that we use 500 cups a day in the canteen. That's an extremely large sheet of plastic. Yet there's nobody who's given it another thought.
I disagreed. I knew there were loads of people who've thought about it. But thoughts don't generate change, do they? Actions do. As designers we have countless means of communicating or making change happen no matter what kind of design we're pursuing.
I'm not going to get into all of that. Once a while it feels good to be pumped with adrenaline to do something.

All I want, is us to ask ourselves, whether we're worthy of being designers.
Luckily it is a field where we exhaust our abilities and apply what we learn to overcome problems, big or small. Be stubborn to get what you want. The world is waiting.

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