"Haaye bichaari! Padhti kaise hogi ? (Oh poor girl! How does she even read?) This is usually the first thing I hear every time I have to seek some sort of assistance in the education sector. It's nothing big usually, just the standard permissions for extra time during the exams, a scribe and the likes. And over the time, I have come to just hear these words of so-called sympathy as they are because I was taught to see the good side of things as well as people. It's all fine as long as the concerned person expresses themselves and then gets on with the work they're supposed to do I.e. sign the necessary paperwork and let me get on with my life. The problem arises when the sympathy shows its true colors as being nothing but pure pity. Now most of you would wonder 'aren't they the same?' Well, as it turns out, they are not. Sympathy for me is when you look at someone a little less fortunate than you are, you feel concerned for their well-being and try to e...