19 till I die

Dhananjay's Law of Availability Girls are either taken or untakeable. The most elusive exception justifies the pursuit.

Been here a year now! I’m writing this upon someone’s request. Not that I didn’t want to earlier but I officially have a reason now. The request was ‘tell me about the “I-have-been-in-TIFR-experience”’. I have but a year behind me in this monument that India maintains to honour and perpetuate Science. The experience may just have been like any other to a hardened researcher (other than from Physics and maths; the biologists and chemists understand each others grievances better). But for someone fresh out of a BSc and fairly naive in the ways of research, it has been a roller coaster ride! A lot of people feel they have achieved something big when they come into TIFR. Most of the time it reflects in their confidence, at times to a point of arrogance. I felt differently (at least from my point of view). From the outside, one perceived it a different world altogether. One expects brainy minds zipping back and forth, discussing weighty issues of scientific truth in its ungarbed, realistic ...

Irony I awaited a local At Andheri of all stations A nagging feeling Testing my patience Mumbai's funny thought I Where shit and gold together lie The best groomed people Their overfed pets The sad plagued people Envying those pets Afore me a sick man lay Harbouring as many worms As straw in hay Blistered skin with infected wounds He was pain personified What more do I say? To his right was a mutt A broken leg, it had no hair Fungal eczema everywhere Ticks at its eyes blinding it Its suffering too gave you a scare The sick man saw the mutt He got up, his temper amuck He couldn't move much Very little energy as such But upset he visibly was He seemingly liked not dogs A diseased body shooed another Drove it in someother direction Both in hunger and in pain The sufferings of both were just the same Both were stray, both were sad Yet an arrogance one of them had And then, what happened next was sadder stil There came a dog, not at all ill. A pomeranian on a leash Its clean white c...