My Roots......

Since Iam so far away from home I frequently think about home and how much I miss it. All the time I was there I didn't realise that it meant so much to me. Some times I feel why even Iam here. Why dont I leave everything and go back. But a small voice inside me tells me that I am here because I wanted to be here-nobody forced me. I came of my own accord to pursue my dreams, to become what I had wanted to become all along.I agree coming here was a big gamble. But is life itself not a bigger gamble?

Anyways why I even started this discussion about home was because I was thinking about people who decide to stay back here in this alien country- forever. I have to agree that Iam not that brave. Also is there even a justifiable enough reason to do this? Dont these people ever feel that they owe their country something? Even if it is very small let it be...Dont they feel that they have some unfulfilled responsiblities and commitments back home. By commitments I do not mean their familial ties.

I didnt know that my country was in to manpower export. And that too export to a country that is already self sufficient in all aspects.WHY? This is the the question that looms up ominously and never ever seems to fade.

Is the lure of money so strong that, you would forget a place that you have spent most of your life growing up?And I would not take crap like "There are no growth opportunities here".There sure are buddy. It is jsut that you either have not opened your eyes to it or you are too thickheaded for that.

That being said you might think why Iam here.Iam here for a purpose and I have every intention of returning to where I belong once Iam done.

And as a footnote I would like to add a few clarifications ;) to my last blog. Well the Stockholm event was nothing but the Nobel Prize ceremony. And the friend whom I was refering to was none other than you Ms.Radhika. Thanx for the compliments.

I guess this has been my longest of blogs. Let me stop drawing from my thought well now lest it not run dry till I get back next time.

SN(NOOOOOO)WWWWW not again

well well well...look who is here.Iam kinda happy today cos after a long time we got good results from our experiments.By we I mean myself and my other lab partners. We were actually joking that we would get ourselves nice suits for going to Stockholm. It is not even one experiment and we dont even know whether the results are reproducible, and look at us.... Still we have something to go on. And at present it looks good.

It has been snowing real hard for the past four hours. The way it is snowing now looks like we'll be snowed in.Whatever happened to my dreams of the spring sunshine boo hoo.

Snow is something which I have been never exposed to before, in my 22 years of life. You think you have seen it all and one day you see this curtain of white descending down from the sky...I mean I sure as hell dont remember my first feelings towards rain or sunshine, but snow-I think I will be able to recollect my exact thought process, my initial feeling towards the first snow dust that descended on my head. It felt like something had come down straight from the heaven(I have no idea as to how heaven is,but I have this gut feeling that whatever is there, it sure is good). I got this rising feeling of warmth(despite the cold;)) and a feeling a well-being looking at it. I used to joke to a friend of mine that winter was going to be very bleak and dull. But I retract my statement. It is indeed beautiful.

Guess a lot has been said and discussed about snow.This would be my record of thoughts for posterity.

Midterms coming up.Gotta go and study. And after all I have to go and buy my suit for the Stockholm event ;) C ya then bye.

hmmmm....coffee

I just woke up and as is my usual habit, had coffee. A day without this fuel feels incomplete. Also those who are not used to having coffee, I feel they are missing something. The feel of the hot liquid coursing down your mouth...hmmmm its jus sheer pleasure and people who have not experienced this cannot appreciate it. I believe this is the perfect way to start a day.

Whenever I think of home one of the things that immediately comes to my mind is the aroma I used to wake up to everyday. Mom would have just brewed the perfect coffee. By the time I freshened myself up the most perfect coffee would be ready, sitting on the dining table, puffing steam waiting for me to come and taste it. The first sip is always the most important one, take a deep swig and savor it in ur mouth and in ur soul and then gulp, there it goes. I should add with shame that I have nowhere neared that perfection level for making coffee as my mom. She never lets me hav the secret ingredients though ;).

Sigh.. anyways.It feels good to have written something about coffee. Iam sure I have not done full justice to it but atleast, in my own small way I have contributed to its immortality. These words of mine would be permanently etched in the pages of the electronic media.Feels good....Long Live Coffee!!!

Procrastination is a sin..

Hmmm.. this almost had to be renamed to 18th feb. I was almost in to that lazy realm again. But pulled myself back again and said "hey you said you would do this today.donot postpone it". Procrastination(hope i got the spelling right) is a sin. This is my tagline for today. Things that need to be done today have to be done today. Otherwise it reflects on your indecision and disinterestedness.Too much phil at one time also is not good for health. Ok now let me steer the topic to something lighter. Planning to go to the tanger trip this weekend. Let me see how things work out with my studies.You know wat this semester seems much lighter than the previous one. Wonder why ....either iam taking things lightly or maybe the courses themselves are light.cant judge which one it is.anyways i like the research now so much better that i dont like going and attending classes. didnt do much research today. but finally got around ordering our computers that we need for our lab and also a chemical that i would need for my work to proceed.that pretty much sums up my day.seems didnt do much at all today. but planning to come in real early to the lab tomm so that i can do some solid work.okie then.till my next blog(which i hope will be real soon) byeeeeeee!!!!!!

My First Blog

hiya there,
Well I have always wanted to maintain a diary, but never got around doing it -damn my laziness. Writing a diary is like pouring your soul out,in to a sheet of paper literally. At the end of the day writing a few lines about the day gone past actually helps in a way. You can take time to view things in a way you had never imagined before. Also it kinda makes you feel lighter.

Sometimes all the words just come tumbling out in no specific order just as it is happening now. There is no coherency in what Iam writing but it still strangely feels satisfying. To see my own words flash past in the screen with no apparent recipient in mind...it is a different feeling altogether.

So my future blogs will provide immense intellectual satisfaction and moral enchantment to whoever is reading it ........he he he crap....am just kidding. This is just my way of calling it a day. The turmoil of emotions that anybody goes through in a day is worth recording I believe.

Guess this is enough for a first blog. Keep checking, for I promise to keep posting.....