Imagine watching weird mega-serial episodes for 6hrs – back to back – no Ad-breaks! That’s how my fever delusions strike me. But these nightmares give interesting insights into my psyche..
- No story, no action in this one.. Just a video played in loop – forever. Chubby cheeks, dimple chin. . stop stop – rewind. Now read that with actions in that sing-song musical way. Picturization – on Lavanya!!! As the video keeps playing on & on, I writhe in sheer agony! 😦
Okay.. that one was a situational one, from all the baby & mommies singing rhymes overload over the past weekend. The ones that follow are true nightmares. Bone chilling!
- Ice-cream shop. Softy machine. Poor machine. With each scoop of vanilla softy ice-cream it doles out, it winces in pain & coughs.. Much like I wince from throat pain with each gulp of water I swallow. I empathize with the softy machine. I can feel & understand it’s pain. At the same time, I can’t go without ice-cream – that is survival food! So, I wait in line for my cone of vanilla softy dipped in hot chocolate sauce, crying for the softy machine as I wait. 😥 😥
True nightmare that!
Last vivid one – again a true nightmare..
- It’s a happy time for KP & QCA research with him. Finally.. finally .. I have good company. We have 4 new additions to the QCA group – all
crackpot charactersjust as mature, secure, content, (over-)confident, blindly passionate, wit & sarcasm loving, eccentric as me B-) . We have hours of fun – pulling each others legs, doing crazy stuff, building huge HUGE models of molecular QCA & clock distribution networks [don’t ask how HUGE stuff can mimic quantum tunnelling – such logic is quickly waved off in dreams], fighting about what molecules to use for p-QCA etc etc. In summary – bliss. Then come the demons from ARM. They hear out our research, make sad faces & say “All that is good.. but this will not come into being in your lifetimes. . not in at least 50yrs. This is inside information – 100% accurate”. [play sad violin, cello & piano tunes here]. All of us are suspended in disbelief – not even able to feel shattered in grief. Sob sob. Again, don’t ask why ARM of all people in the community would tell us that & how they’d know about QCA – suspend logic in dreams.
Stupid dreams. . but one striking thing about these most disturbing nightmares – my deep sub-conscious mind holds ice-cream & my research at the same priority levels!!
I am officially weird 😐
P.S. You ask why I am writing silly blog posts when I am down with 104deg fever?? Silly you. Use common sense. I can’t sleep, or read, or work – that’s why! 😛
My PhD in book titles…
From top to bottom :
- Freakish economics
- At times : eating, being droopy faced from over-eating, but loving it
- Born Free – to be as eccentric as you wish
- Becoming a delhi walla. . esply wrt food
- No explanation needed – the book title says it all
- Your life seems like a great golden sacrifice.. with as many side-tracks & masala stories as the Mahabharata
- At the end of it all, the whole thing feels worthy of being labeled ‘history’ & penning it down!
Why do people keep classifying me as juvenile?
Question asked this morning (here).
Answered this evening (below).
Venue : Park Baluchi, Deer Park, Hauz Khas Village
People : Miss.Dada – the senior citizen, 2 silver jubilee citizens (of which one looks malnourished – has always), Miss.Juvenile-now-Juvenile-forever, Waiter
Miss.Dada : [leaves the table to attend a phone call => No clearly non-juvenile looking character at the table]
SilverJub1 : 1 Mojito please
Waiter : That is a cocktail Ma’m, contains alcohol.
SilverJub1 : Yes, I know.
Miss.Juv : [retardish grin]
Waiter : Sorry Ma’m, what’s your age?
SilverJub1 : 25.
Miss.Juv : [giggles loudly]
(by now suspicious) Waiter : Do you have some age-proof ID Ma’m?
Miss.Juv : [giggling even louder, pulls out SilverJub1’s institute ID-card]
SilverJub1 : But the age is not on this thing.
Miss.Juv : [giggling loudest]
(by now super-suspicious) Waiter : [gives curt stares]
SilverJub1 : Ah, here’s the driving license. As you see, I turn 25 just today.
Waiter : Thanks. Mojito then. [leaves]
Miss.Juv : [Uncontrollable giggling]
SilverJub1 & 2 : Stop giggling now.
Miss.Juv : But Akka, this is so funny. Why are they refusing to give us chicken?
Case rested. Age-related confusions are neither my mistake nor the other party’s mistakes. It’s the company I keep! 😐
This is to suggest that you abstain from underestimating people henceforth, for your own good.
I can tolerate being typecast into the wide-eyed NRI mould by your type, though I still am clueless why you do that. I am in fact, quite used to it (“You are basically from Chennai. . but you live in Europe na?” (!!!)).
But I shall not tolerate what you did.
How dare you ask me “so, which class do you study in?”.
That too on a morning when I was smugly celebrating silver jubilee!
Blasphemy! Moron! Go get your eyes checked!
See how tall I’ve grown!
And, if time permits, get your brain checked too.
Have you seen any school kid who appears at your gate at sunrise? Alone? 15 minutes before your ticket counter opens? And spend two hours as the lone privileged tourist with exclusive access to the Old Fort grounds doing this?
I thus warn you : Never ever make the mistake of underestimating one’s age & hence his/her ‘wisdom’ 😛
Angrily (not) yours,
Student who studies ‘college’ at IIT
Warning : This is one hell of an arrogant & obnoxious post. If you feel like feeling offended, stop reading right now! (Did you notice that I did not even say ‘Please’ or ‘Kindly’?)
Myth#1 : A PhD is extended school “studies” – extended beyond tolerable limits!
Truth : I am NOT cramming books, writing suicide provoking answers in exams or submitting half-baked assignments every week here! And please, post-doc is NOT undergraduate courses extended to the limit! Anyone asking “For just how many more years do you intend to keep studying??” in spite of me politely explaining a dozen times that “I am not studying in the school sense, rather researching”, is asking to be pushed under the wheels of an auto-rickshaw at the very next opportune moment!
Myth#2 : Research is boring!
Truth : If it was, none of the researchers from Galileo to ‘Venki’ Ramakrishnan would have done what they did. Can you imagine life without electricity? Medicine? Aircrafts? Cars? Satellite TV? Computers? That beloved iPad? Or that inseparable mobile phone? If not, you better dare not call research boring!
Myth#3 : CS researchers sit at a dark corner of an attic/basement/garage 24×7 typing away to a computer that has a blinking screen with black background & green font.
Truth : We do sit typing away to a computer for long periods of time. But so do you. After all, YOU are the one at the other end of the chat session on google chat! 😛
Myth#4 : CS researchers write scary C++/Java code every waking minute. If you print the amount of code all CS researchers in this world churn out, you’d need to borrow cupboard space from Jupiter.
Truth : I don’t remember the last time I wrote 3000 lines of code. Actually, I do – it was an assignment that I did wrong. CS researchers – most of them, most often – think more, code less! And they do NOT remember every bit of syntax of every programming language and can NOT debug your code in less than 5 minutes!
Myth#5 : Feel the urge to hack into that frienemy’s GMail/Orkut account? Call that CS researcher (yes, the one swimming in caffeine in that dark corner of that attic)
Truth : Too late. You should have asked a teenage me – that was when I lost interest in hacking. Or please ask one of those “techies” around who blog only about how to get a piece of software to do what it was not designed to do! No offense to “techies”. . but please spare me these hacking requests. Hacking no longer arouses me!
Myth#6 : Need an antivirus software? Or need to purge your laptop of the zillion viruses that you have managed to attract? Call that jobless CS PhD student.
Truth : That jobless CS PhD student might just be so outdated with anything that concerns Microsoft Windows that she now fumbles to navigate the Office 2007 interface! Shocking, but true. Sad, but true. Come to terms with it. Or delete my contact details from your phone. Please. Right away.
Myth#7 : Researchers read loads of books. All these books have complicated scary formulae printed 5 per page. Or it could be huge diagrams or graphs or rows and rows of numbers with 8 digits after the decimal point. Apart from hundreds of pages of text that sounds swahili, that is.
Truth : Neither Ashok Banker’s Ramayana nor “How To Rule The World: A Handbook For The Aspiring Dictator” has any of those. Sorry to disappoint you.
Myth#8 : That PhD student is busy at all times of the day because she is busy attending classes. After all, there would be more course work for higher ‘degree’s.
Truth : Actually, please continue believing that. Saves me a lot of pointless talk which generally involves countering the questions “When would you finish that PhD?”, “When would you come over to meet us?” and “When do you plan to get married?” with subtly sarcastic replies which you wouldn’t get most of the time!
Question #1 :
What does IITD Mess call a shiny small WMD (Weapon of Mass Destruction) that, when thrown at a person, can cause fatal damage, bounce off & hit another person & keep bouncing & hitting ppl?
Answer : Idli
Question #2 :
What do IITD students do to prevent a possible threat to World Peace from the indiscriminate use of these Idli-WMDs?
Answer : Eat them! Yes. .these selfless souls set aside their taste-buds’ already minimal preferences and ingest these positively inedible objects! That is the only way out!!! [I am touched 😥 😥 😥 ]
Philosophy : Both the threat and the action against the threat happen in the same room. . Wow!