u/PervySage_2026

I have an exam coming up on the 12th, and I’m a graduate student taking Electrochemical Methods of Analysis. I’m honestly struggling badly with this class right now. I feel like I’m understanding almost nothing that’s being taught, and the professor’s notes are pretty scattered, so I’m having a really hard time putting the concepts together.

The textbook we’re using is Electrochemical Methods: Fundamentals and Applications by Allen J. Bard and Larry R. Faulkner. I know it’s considered a great book, but I’m finding it extremely difficult to learn from it without some kind of guidance.

At this point, I’m genuinely getting scared about the exam. If anyone knows of good online resources, YouTube channels, lecture notes, websites, or anything else that actually explains electrochemistry from the basics and makes the concepts easier to understand, I would really appreciate it.

Also, if you’ve taken a similar graduate-level electrochemistry course, any advice on how to prepare for an exam like this would be extremely helpful.

The logical conclusion of Ambedkarism is the troubling reduction of women, particularly “Savarna” women, into instruments for dismantling caste.

Ambedkar argued in Annihilation of Caste that caste cannot be abolished without inter-caste marriage. But if ICM is treated not as a matter of individual choice, but as an ideological necessity, where does consent fit in?

That is why rhetoric obsessing over “Savarna,” particularly Rajput or Thakur, women is deeply concerning. Social equality cannot be achieved by subordinating women's autonomy to an ideological objective.

Hello, fellow Kshatriyas & non-Kshatriyas
Here are some famous cities that were established by Rajputs. Please let me know the names of cities that I missed in the comments

Delhi The Capital
The National Capital was established by the Tomar Rajputs in the 8th century as a fortified settlement. Later, the Chauhan Rajputs under Prithviraj Chauhan III made it one of the most powerful imperial cities. Yeah, Rajputs built the heart of India.

Udaipur
Founded in 1559 by Maharana Udai Singh II of the Mewar dynasty. This romantic city on the banks of Lake Pichola stands as a monument to Rajput grandeur and architectural brilliance.

Rajkot
This famous city in Gujarat was established by a Chandravanshi Rajput. The city was founded in 1620 by Thakur Sahib Vibhoji Ajoji Jadeja, who belonged to the Jadeja clan of Rajputs

Jaipur
Founded in 1727 by Maharaja Sawai Jai Singh II of Amber of the great Kachawah clan.
Probably India's first planned city and the capital of Rajasthan, designed with mathematical precision.

Jodhpur
Established in 1459 by Rao Jodha of the Rathore Rajput clan. The magnificent Mehrangarh Fort overlooking the city and the iconic blue-painted houses showcase Rajput vision and craftsmanship.

Gwalior
Founded by the Tomara Rajputs in the 8th century. The legendary Gwalior Fort remains one of India's most impressive fortifications, symbolizing Rajput military strength and engineering.

Reservations exist in government jobs and other sectors to ensure representation, but why is there no reservation in the armed forces? If representation matters in public institutions, why should my community continue to carry a disproportionate share of military service and sacrifice their blood for ungrateful people who hate us even when we try to protect them? No, I don't think so

Reservation is only good when it's cushy jobs. My fellow Rajput & Brahmin folks, please stop shedding your blood for them; they will take your sacrifice and then spit on your corpse

This is my story of how I got bullied in school by students and Teachers.
From the beginning, in first class, I was bullied by other students. Groups of boys, sometimes joined by girls, would gang up on me during breaks and beat me, basically physical aggression, but what stuck was not just that. It was the feeling of being repeatedly singled out, like I'd been marked early and everyone around me had quietly agreed to it. cause physical mai I could hide and stay away. I remember going to the bathroom and praying to Hanumanji to save me, Haha.
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The more serious damage came from the adults, My Hindi teacher used to humiliate me in front of the class. I was not academically strong, and instead of support, I was treated like a problem to be managed. Other students would lie about me, and those lies were almost always believed without question. I'd get punished for things I never did.

I remember one time, I was five or six, and I forgot to close my zipper properly after using the washroom. When I came back to class, she noticed straight away. What followed wasn't a quiet correction. She sent me to the nursery classroom as punishment, in front of everyone.

I walked there with my head down, hiding my face. The shame of it was overwhelming, and I was far too young to understand why I felt that way, or what I was supposed to do with it. It didn't feel like discipline. It felt like being publicly taken apart.

Second grade brought more of the same.

My class teacher had already decided who I was before I opened my mouth. On the first day, she told me she' had "heard a lot about me." That set the tone. From then on, I was treated as something that needed constant correcting. My mother was called in repeatedly, sometimes multiple times in a single month.

The bullying from students continued too. At one point, a boy stabbed me in the back with a pencil during break. Nothing meaningful happened to him. That imbalance was something I didn't have words for then, but I understood it clearly enough: consequences had nothing to do with what you did, and everything to do with who you were. I remember some kids used to take my tiffin box and play football with it in class, so I stopped taking lunches and instead tried the lunch area of my school, you basically need to pay and u got two rotis , rice and daal for lunch.

So I went to the lunch area of school, I walked into the school lunch area wearing my shoes.
For context, you had to remove ur shoes to enter. So I had already paid and was holding the token in my hand, so i went outside to remove my shoes. Other students saw it, twisted it, and told my class teacher that I was stealing tokens. My mother was called again. Another label. I was now given the title of theif.

By fifth grade, the physical stuff had mostly stopped. Something else settled in instead.

My class teachers still called my mother regularly. And somewhere in those conversations, I got called an "attention seeker."

That word stayed with me for a long time. everyone started calling me that. I hate that word now.

It hurt because it wasn't true, but also because I couldn't argue with it. I didn't know how to explain what was actually happening. I know now that I have ADHD (diagnosed). Looking back, most of what got called misbehavior was that, an undiagnosed condition in a school that had no patience for anything it couldn't immediately categorize.

By middle school, the worst of it had eased. I found a few friends and learned how to stay invisible. I adapted by becoming quieter, by keeping my head down, by blending in sometimes with the same people who used to bully me.

I was just surviving.

Even so, teachers still found ways to single me out. In one English class in tenth grade, I asked a question about The Merchant of Venice. The teacher looked at me the way people in India look at beggars they want to shoo away. Not anger exactly. Just disgust, and the complete absence of any reason to hide it. She told me to stop interrupting.

A few minutes later, another student asked the exact same question. She answered it patiently, in detail, without missing a beat. I remember sitting there just trying to make sense of it. I remember being suspended because when someone bullied me, I fought back, and my bullies got meneial punishment, whereas I always got the short end of the stick.

That English teacher also told my mother, at some point at a PTM, that I would not amount to much because I couldn't and wouldn't survive in the outside world.
Side note: My mom was also constantly humiliated in PTMs, special meetings; these so-called teachers can never come close to her in any way.

To that dear teacher who said I can't survive, to that Hindi Teacher, to that class teacher from 2nd grade, and all those disgusting teachers from school.
I am doing a fully funded PhD at a top institution in the US in Mech Eng. I didn't even need a master's degree to get here. I am publishing scientific papers; I am more than you will ever be. Somehow, I still had to grow through all of it. But I did grow. And so will you.
IF you are getting bullied, get help, stand up, and don't be afraid.