Tuesday, December 30, 2014

That's that



There are so many things I wanna write about…till the time I actually sit down to write and then there’s obscurity.
Hey, today I learnt that my PhD work has finally been submitted for publication to a reputed journal, the ACS Chemical Biology. 7 years after I joined PhD, my supervisor finally thought its time. Really! 7 years, what all could I have done in 7 years “it doesn’t matter”
Something about this new lab I’m working in, the PI is good but he’s also weird. He thinks of himself as God or God incarnate (like many other scientists here) but even by scientist standards, he’s quite weird.
Bobo’s grown big so fast. He’s 7 months old and already difficult to manage. Yet he brings a sense of love to everyone in the house. Thankfully dogs have no clue about the complexity of human minds, else they’d never be referred to as man’s best friend. Thinking of how different life could be with a kid. As time passes and you experience the myriad colors of life, you’re never the same as yesterday. That’s why it doesn’t matter “what could have been” for “what is, is” and that’s what’s important.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Indian father Indian son

We have an awesome system where many soaring fathers spend the younger years of their lives feeding their sons but clipping their wings to keep them under their control. Then they spend the later years ridiculing the fat gluttons for not being able to take-off and eating away the resources of their younger years.

Indian boys: your folks are scheming brain-fuckers
Indian girls: you folks are nastier brain-fuckers

If you think "oh! my parents are so cool and awesome" then wake up you you've been espionagically (if that's a word) mind-raped.

When will this mind-sex orgy in this country cease?

And strangely still, I love you very much dad.