This is not a drill. We’re opening a classroom in June.
Here’s the thing.
I don’t know what these emails are.
Are they journal entries? Progress reports? Lowkey love letters to the school I haven’t built yet?
No clue. But some of you read them and said,
“This inspired me.”
“This gave me an idea.”
One person said,
“This feels like front row to watch how your brain works.”
So I’m taking that as a sign to keep going.
If it’s your calling, it will keep calling until you pick up. Mine’s been spam-calling lately. No Truecaller. No DND. Just God on the line going, “Bro, it’s time.”
Wherever I go, whoever I talk to, whatever I’m working on — one thought keeps chasing me.
“Build the school.”
This is no longer a pet project. This is the damn pet. I’ve named it. It sleeps on my bed now.
The universe isn’t even subtle about it anymore.
I decided I want to build a school, and then:
Someone offers me a space and says, “Just use it. No rent. Just vibes.”
A friend builds a beautiful Airbnb and casually goes, “Do something here.”
Reels about how education should be shown in my feed, like personalized guilt.
I open a book and it’s: “Story of a nomad who built 55 schools.”
Okay. I get it.
Alright, God/Nature/Algorithm. You win. I’ll start.
But first, a deadline.
Because you know what kills ideas?
Not failure. Not critics.
Perfection.
Perfection is a beautiful poison served in slow sips.
So I’m picking a month: June.
June is perfect. Not too hot. Not yet monsoon. The whole country resets. Kids go back to school.
So here’s the new law I’m setting for my life:
“By June, we will open our first classroom.
It may be messy. It may be small.
But it will be real.”
I don’t care if it’s 3 people and one plastic chair.
That will be the beginning of DNA Weekend School.
One weekend. One class.
And a whole new chapter.
—Deepak
The Community Man
Unlicensed school builder, professional overthinker
P.S. If you want to be in that first classroom — say it. Reply with “Chapter One.”