Life in #314

Its 8.30 in the morning and I am late... really late.. i was supposed to be there at 8 and now im done! I just hope Boss wont catch me tip-toeing to the lab. By the way, did i tell you he doesnt like being called "Boss"? Yaa.. he doesnt. He is more of the modest type. But if it was me and I was one big (not literally!) boss in one big institute, i really wouldnt mind students running behind me yelling "Boss! Boss!" ;) lol! The word is very masculine and gives you an authoritative feeling (even if you are an absolute zero) :) . But i wouldnt like being called "Madam" this, "Madam" that. Blah! I dont know if it crossed your mind (coz it just did on mine) coz No, im not getting operated this sunday for a sex change.. :P

Anyways, here I am walking towards the lab and on my way there, I manage to strain my eyes (he just got his glass door tinted) and peek into his room. Hmmm.. is he there or is he not?? The worst thing that can happen is me running into him in the lab! In that case, consider me dead. I insist. I kept walking towards room #314, gave a mild push at the door, and through the 1" gap space I very well make out "the" man, hands on hip, fingers on chin, talking animatedly to one of my labmates. Next thing I know, I'm in the common room hastily dumping my backpack onto a nearby couch. Off I rush to #314 and there he is, making his way out of the lab. "Hello Ema*!" (*name changed [;)] ) to which i pantingly reply "Good morning, sir". He goes back to his default posture of one hand on hips, other on his chin, and asks me expectantly, "Where have you been?". I thrust forward the notebook I was carrying and artistically played with the pen between my fingers as I innocently replied "In the computer lab, sir.. Searching for articles." "Aaahhh!! Good good. Please water those plants in the lab will you? I keep telling it to you and the plants keep drying up". Trying to look as tired and helpless as possible, I nodded my head and walked briskly off to #314.

"Oye!! where were you??!? Boss was looking for you!", anxiously shouted my labmate from behind. Bashed my eyelids, gave a pathetic grin, and replied "Woke up late". "Keep smiling eeeeeeee! Just you wait and watch!!", she teased me amicably. "If you'd only show me, I'd keep watching you 24x7..", I teased her back.... followed by more teasing and gossiping and "whats up?" talks.

The phone rang. "It has to be the boss.", one desparately stated. "I hope its not for me!", whispered another and spoke for us all. "Kevin?- Yes, he is here.- Ya will do." spoke the one who had answered the call. He placed the receiver down and after double checking that the line was cut, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Kevinnnnnnnnn!!!! Boss wants youuu!!". Twenty minutes later, Kevin returned to #314 with a grim look on his face. "arre yaaar! maar daalo mujhe!" he whined and went on to describe what was conversed for the past one- third of an hour. When he had almost come to the end of his narration, he looked at me and said, "Ema, why are you still here?? You were next." By lunch break, every member of the lab had had got a long lecture on What to do, What not to do, Why did you do, and Why did you not do.

As I dawdled through lunch and forcibly brought myself back to #314, there he was again!! For once I had thought that today's session was over, but i guess i was wrong. As he saw me walk through the door, he called out to me and proposed, "Ema, could you please help your colleagues in cleaning up the lab. Its a mess in here." Aaahhhh!! So he was on a cleaning spree! He hurried off outside to attend a call. "Bhelcome! Bhelcome!", Ana grinned at me from behind rows of reagent bottles. "Cleaning? again?!?" I asked astonishingly. "I'm not surpried." grimaced another friend from another corner of the lab. He goes into that "mode" quite often, our boss. Infact i like that part of him, as ours is one of the few tidy labs in the building. He is very down-to-earth kinda person and not the kind people would talk behind the back of. He always knew what to say, how to say it and when to say it best. We respected him coz of all these aspects. He was always calm and composed even at trying times, but he always knew how to get things done. And we adored him. But this?? Cleaning a lab that is already clean?!?? This i never could understand.. But by the end of it, we looked contently at the ever-so-sparkling lab #314 and one of us thought out loud, "Well, atleast we did something today that made sense!!".

Atlast I was done with my bit of work for the day. That too, after having fought over the laminar hood, which somehow everyone grows fond of at precisely the same time. I looked at my watch and realized it was already 5.15!! I had not yet done the most important job of the day!- Networking!!! ;) I ran upstairs to the computer room and found it poorly populated, thankfully. Went through the mails and orkut and managed to chat a little with friends. NOW, I was happy. ;) My room mate gave me a misscall, indicative of "time out!". Hesitantly, i logged off the system and took the lift to the ground floor to find her there, waiting impatiently for me...

Girl At The Diner.

I gazed into her lonesome eyes
Hazel worlds of sad mystery
I gazed into her open wound
Of trust betrayed
And a heart forlorn

I gazed into her lonesome eyes
Expecting a world of anger or hate
Maybe retribution for a broken heart
Or consigned to loneliness as

Her Fate

I reached out in the way I could
Promising to help her wounds to heal
She smiled gingerly as my hand she held
"What of the wounds that are concealed?"

Down that dusty diner, one day, It was
an evening of spring, Sometime in May
She cried as I put the ring on her hand
As we left with out footprints of love
On the grains of sand

Years have passed since I met her then
And now she lays buried - deep in rest,
I weep clutching her photo to my chest,
Never thinking the blow life had dealt
for that fateful night I had met,
That heavenly girl is the diner

---- Harish Vishwanathan

Birthday Greetings!!

So, how old are you today ?

Regardless of the answer, birthdays are a special day for you and your loved ones . Birthday greetings bring us cheer and happiness. They remind us of who we are and what we want to be. They also remind us that we are blessed to have so many loving people around us. Enjoy each birthday as a celebration of life.

Birthday wishes that come straight from the heart can alter someone's life. Don't just send ordinary birthday wishes to your loved ones. They deserve more. Your birthday wishes can become messages of love, inspiration and kindness.

I enjoy personalizing the birthday cards that i give my dear ones. A birthday card with a personalized message shows that you truly care and do not settle for an off- the - shelf product. It adds meaning to your relationships.

So, if you really care for your dear ones, instead of sending sms or e-cards , please do find time to get one special card. Jot down what you feel for him/her on this special day and make their joy know no bounds.......................

LOST. But are they always found??

I have been searching for my love-in-Tokyo since ages! I'd define "ages" as around.. say.. 3-4 weeks. And by "Love in Tokyo", I am totally not thinking about some love i found in Tokyo (of all places!)... no no.. its a hair band you could say... got its name coz it was took its first appearance in Inida in an old hindi film "Love in Tokyo".. waayyy old.. Coming back to my "issue", its not that i dont have another love-in (I think I'll say "band" henceforth.. Saying "love in, love in" kinda feels a little wierd.)... infact, i have one more that looks just like it! But i still cant keep my thoughts from wandering off to where that long lost band [ ;) ] could be.. Sometimes, (like when we used to play hide and seek as kids) I put myself in the band's "shoes" and think out loud as to where it could be hiding... where it could be lying all lonely and sad.. :( maybe lying between the cushions of some sofa.. or even worse, it could now be being trampled on by strangers... Oooh! my poor babe! :( This is not exactly the first time im loosing something.. and i can bet its not going to be the last either! If im not wrong, in all these 24 years on planet earth, I should be having lots of other "poor babes" hanging around all over... God knows where. (!) But when you have depended on some material thing (be it a diary or a earring or a tie) for a reasonable period of time, it tends to grow into you and take for itself a fairly big corner of your heart... And then when you soooo get used to it being there, comes the sad part: It disappears.

I think the series-of-events is pretty much the same even when its a Homo sapien it is that you loose. I remember I had a similar story with a friend. Initially though, he was nothing close to a friend. We used to treat each other as scum. But then, a scum can get used to the company of another scum. And so, we had had a good time together. I just knew it that we would be friends for the rest of our life! Everything was perfect (that is, if you dont count the once-in-a-while cold wars). And then, as nature would have it- He disappeared. Yeah Yeaah.. he's still alive and all.. but he did disappear from that corner in my heart. Well, some people would say that not all stories have a happy ending. But I'd rather think that there was a very good reason why that crap of a band (and that friend of mine as well) didnt make it to the next phase of my life. Maybe.. just MAYBE.. they were not worth it.

The Best Days of my Life:

I remember those days when the hardest thing I had had to figure out was whether to keep my socks pulled up or to roll them down to make sure that that boy in class I had a crush on, would look at me for real. Gone are those days when we used to sit around under the banyan tree and secretly swear at the hostel warden for being such a pain in the arse. And so also are those days when we would wake up at midnight and scare the sleepy heads out of their brains! Gone deep under layers and layers of "How to prepare molar solutions", "How to create a mutant" and "Protocols for analysis of a gene" are tiny bits and pieces of those once-abhorred-now-cherished school days... I was put in the hostel during 3 years of it, and those were my best days ever! I remember the times when we used to sleep in our well pressed uniforms so that we could afford to wake up at 6 in the morning, instead of 5.30, and make it to mess on time. I remember those days when the potato chips we got for a Sundays' lunch was what we looked forward to the most... How we used to go "asshhooo!!" on getting caught by the warden for bunking classes and water-fighting! Getting punished for not answering questions and not bringing the right text books have often landed me in a great lot of trouble as well. Coming up with patented games of our own on the swings and the monkey climbs when we got fed up of dodge ball and seven stones are now things I deeply miss. Crossing our fingers and holding hands and cheering for our basketball "chettans" as they aimed for the basket and then mumbling no-not-now prayers for the opposing team for a life- saving game had been part of the usual. A month later, one would find the very same people, who once held hands, fighting with each other for their respective houses for the Inter-House school fest. We used to fight over almost everything, starting from shelf space to the "After- you" queues for the bathroom. Though a simple smile or a gentle hug would be the last things on our minds at that point of time; a fresh set of fights for shelf space and for the "after you" queue would turn past friends into foes and foes into friends. And so went our lives on and on... with something new each day. Finally one day circumstances were such that I was no longer to remain a boarder. And yeah.. you could say my life went up side down after that. Coz the comfort I got so used to within the open arms of my friends, 24x7, was omething I had to say good-bye to. I was not ready to say bye. I never wanted to say bye. But then, some things ought to change for the better. Though it might not seem "better" then, we can only hope that it gets better some day. As for me... I am still wondering why the "better" part of it has not yet come to me. For me, those days were the better out of the best.

Sleepy headed me

There are these times when you feel like its time for you to take a really long vacation.. the longest vacation I feel is when you go into a deeep deeep sleep and never really get up.. some people call it a "coma" that could some day possibly get reduced to a "full stop". But its true that there have been many such instances when all I want myself to do is to go into some sorta coma. That almost- eternal sleep where you dont have anything to worry about or anyone to fear?? Its would be sooo relaxing, wouldnt it be? Guess i should try it someday.. And one reason I am sooo lazy to wake up in the mornings is also coz of this same feeling.. this fear of what the day would be like.. As soon as my sub conscious mind gets woken up (most of the time, by force, by my room mate) it just dreads waking up and pleads to me over and over again that i should put it back to sleep. Its coz the first thought that comes to mind every morning is as to whether my slime molds ( what im currently working on) has managed to aggregate to its multi cellular stage or not. And I begin to wish it would have aggregated when i get to the lab that day.. finally i start dreaming of it to the extent that i almost believe that it has really got aggregated. And all my raised up hopes get shattered when my room mate tries her best to bring me back to my senses. Soon it dawns on me that the chances of it having aggregated is very very less, and then I start dreaming of my boss.. I start dreaming of all the sort of questions that i would have to face.. and of all those sentences that I would somehow have to mix and match so as to frame a convincing answer to his question.. and then i see his lifted eyebrows and his quizzical look as he stares into my eyes.. Now THAT is more than enough to have a rush of adrenaline through my spine, and I'm up! How I used to wish then that I never saw that initially-sweet dream of my aggregating slime molds.. ugh..

On the morning of my exam day, for one, I would have slept only two hours back and so I'd be damn sleepy. But I've just got to get up on my toes and start learning the other half of my portions.. I can see myself opening my book, and reading through it.. Fortunately, everything seems to be entering my little head pretty fast and I feel like I will even have enough time to revise my portions! I am managing to understand even those parts of the book that had taken me all eternity to figure out.. May be God is giving me His last-minute-blessings... and I am awed by the speed at which I am turning the pages of my book! Well, atleast today, Jayanti ma'am will know what a bright student I really am..! What could ever get better?! There are only two more pages to go and I can remember perfectly everything that I have read! WoW! Me grew brains overnight!! Vaa-la! And then I begin to sense a shake.. Earthquake?? I always wanted an earthquake on my exam day, but please God, not TODAY!! I have already learnt everything perfectly! Please stop the earthquake!! Its getting worse!! Stop it Stop it!! Please not todaay!!! NOT TODAY!!!
And then I hear my mom's voice shouting right through my ear; "Wake up Ananyaaaaa!!!" (name changed, for fear of embarassment.)
As I walked that day blank- headed to the exam hall, how I wish the earthquake was for real...

You a Veggie or a Fleshie??

Well, lets start a conversation.. lets talk about the flesh eating homosapiens and the anti- flesh eating homo sapiens.. are you a veggie or a fleshie?? :) which would you back? In a social gathering, would you be hesitant to mention yourself as a non -vegetarian, fearing all those “how-could-he-be-so-hard-hearted?” looks you are likely to get from those who are not?? :) well, we are part of a food chain, and fortunately or unfortunately, we are at the top of it. :) In that case, I guess we are “allowed” to have our share of flesh! All in its limited amounts, of course. Considering the population explosion that we are likely to face, there is a good chance that “chicken and mutton giving animals” would soon become an extinct species. :- /

Being a vegetarian is not a bad idea, if it’s your digestive system you are worried about.. but if its your mental- system you are more wanting to please, is being a vegetarian sufficient?? Now we find this sudden urge in the society, with everyone turning vegetarians, some for the betterment of health, and others for the betterment of the four legged and winged creatures (no offence!). This shift has also been influenced by many a celebrity artists, but you definitely don’t find them easing up on the varieties of lipsticks and foundation creams that they don, which also comes at the stake of innocent beings. Dare them to go without make up to a social party and then we’l talk about vegetarian-ism.

We can find hundreds of stray dogs and cats and cows as we roam around the city; but we never bother to take them to an animal welfare centre (I don’t even think one exists!) or to even feed it a little milk.. All you can comment on is on how dirty and muddy it is, or on how many fleas it could possibly be harbouring, or on the “yuckiness” of its shit lying all along the roadside. Well, hello! We don’t have a loo made especially for them remember??!? So, if this is how your mental insight into the whole deal is, then on what basis can those who call themselves a vegetarian, call themselves a vegetarian?!??!!! Don’t tell me its all just a publicity stunt to please your boss or your probable father-in-law!?!

Some people even call themselves “eggetarians”, in the sense they don’t eat meat, only egg. Well, eggs do come from hens; and there is a probable life in there, beneath all that shell. So, if abortion can be considered a taboo, then so is eating eggs for those who are anti- flesh!

Being a non vegetarian, for one, gives you the proteins you need; but the diseases that are currently spreading around with cattle, could pose a problem.. The risk associated with that is one that could only be dealt with, with suitable precautions.

My confused state of mind does not go about those who are vegetarians for the sake of their health. But to those who have turned vegetarians for the so-called sake of the animals concerned, I would question them thus: Are you a true anti flesh- eater by heart, or not??