Sunday, March 19, 2006

miscellaneous things i like for no reason

Over the past few days,i have been going over all the things-which can at best be described as random and when in a pseude mood as 'surreal'.Some of the highest rated among them include:

1.Large areas- barren of human civilisation and presence.
2.Large areas which are devoid of any bright sources of light at night. I like it better when the darkness is peppered with small points of light.I liked it even more last night, when i managed to sit and stare at the flowers beneath one such small point of light.
3.Small trails going through the wilderness to nowhere in particular.
4.watching large stacks of photos(with people i recognise) with suiting music in the background.
5.jingoistic movies which i know are jingoistic
6. the idea that i am capable of independent thought.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

the unknown scientist

Defenition: Behind every known scientist, are many students,who work on through the night,through boredom frustration and other negative emotions-work,so that the known scientist goes places-where no other of his kindred have gone before.This is a allegy for the unknown scientist, who lived, slaved and passed out.All the "Unknown Scientist" wants you to accept is that " he gave up his today so that his boss could get a grant tomorrow".(Disclaimer: He refers to all the existing sexes and is not indicative of a gender bias.Disclaimer 2: this is not exactly autobiographical, its the combined experiences of many a student)


He came one day to be interviewed, filled with overflowing enthu
The boss was there,mouth watering, to snap up this yummy tofu
Thus, he came to the land of microscope,micropipettes and nano-brain
While in search of a place where results rain

Days passed by,Dishes he washed and rooms he cleaned
Orders he chased and boss left him phased
Experiments he did, many a time he failed
Merry was he in the game, for masochist was his name

In dark corners he sat, burning oil made from his fat
Ideas he would pitch, but a thesis he couldnt stitch
Passing by was time, No one's life was worth a dime
In these lines, right now, i am running out of rhyme.

Postscript: if it sounds merry, then make merry! that was the effort, i am not sure that it came out that way.