Metaphorically Speaking

The grapes are sour but the wine is sweet

Who needs excuses?

Recently, I have been trying really hard to convince myself to go to the gym regularly. (For details about the reason, click here). Then my friend told me that excess workout reduces sperm count. This was not good for my future plans. (For details about the plan, click here). Thus ended my search for a excuse for not going to the gym. With friends like these, who needs excuses?

School Daze

After my sincere (?) but novice attempt at hindi poetry here, I received quite a few compliments (???). Here, I make another attempt (foolish) at poetry (if you can call it that).

These lyrics popped up in my head when I was listening to a timeless classic and reminiscing about my school days (daze).

Disclaimer: This poem does not in any way refer to any character(s) in the drama of my life. The characters and thoughts are purely fictional. In fact, I have had the good fortune of having wonderful teachers during my school days. The only fact in the poem is the blatant pseudo plagiarism.


Badan pe kitabein lapete hue,
O zaalim teacher kidhar aa rahi ho,
Zara door jao, to chain aa jaaye

Another New Year's Dilemma

There are so many new years in the Indian calendar that I am running out of resolutions

One Idiot, One Vacuum

I learnt about thin film deposition using thermal evaporation today. During the class, a part of my brain heated up and evaporated. Aided by the partial vacuum created in my head during the class, the brain vapour went and deposited itself on the inner walls of my skull.

My reservations about women

Today I was asked for my opinion on 33% reservation for women in the Lok Sabha and the state legislative assemblies in the women's reservation bill. Being politically naive, the only thought that came to my mind is, I have always had 100% reservation for women in my heart and look where that got me.

The grass is greener on which side?

The grass is greener on my side of the department. But the girls are prettier in the lab on the other side.

Why So Sarcastic?

I dedicate my sarcasm to certain events in my life. Without these events, I would never have been able to achieve these levels of sarcasm and self deprecatory humour.

When time stood still

Yesterday I attended a lecture that was so boring that I felt like time had come to a standstill in that classroom. At the end of the class I realised that time had not come to a stop. Only the wall clock had stopped.