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"Two roads diverged into a yellow wood ..." Robert Frost's poem from good old school days had too deep a meaning and it keeps coming back to me, time and again. Until I was about 18 years old most of my decisions seemed quite simple and straightforward. They seemed obvious. May be because I desired something or may be because I was whimsical. I liked Mathematics, I wanted to study engineering at a good institution, I preferred to stay with my parents during my pre-university studies - so I did, I felt I liked her too much - so I told. The first time, that I clearly remember of, when I had no idea what I was going to do was when I was 18 and in my sophomore year of Bachelors program. Peers were talking about technological development, politics, western music and here I was with absolutely no clue about what I would like to do. I wasn't too much into music (or governance or any other stuff for that matter). It seemed (even though I was only in my second year of underg...