Nostalgia #4

Nostalgia #4

And, It was not the classes alone that I took, which has shaped me! Something more than that! It was those corridor discussions, those naughty and sincere friends, those benchmates, the Project mates, the lunch times, the IV's, the extra classes, those very many mistakes that I had committed, Keats, Ayub Guhan, Sandy, Jithesh, Mukhs, Amina, Gowri and all - each and every one of those 42. 

I was even blessed with a very very good bunch of seniors, Sathya, Nishil Bhayya, Sho ka, Ravi Shankar,Tharani ka, Shyam Sundar, Anand Shankars, Ezhil, Gomz na, So much of them! Who often would try to gimme piece of mind, helping out in very many things, still, they must have had a tough time in managing me! And for those lil buddies as my juniors, oops, their love to me was too much to take, Niranja, Prabhu, Geetha rani, Praveen, Sriram, Ranjith, Rowdy, Gomz Mach,Charles, Dhivya, Asokan, very many to say! they shared such an eternal love which was too too much for me to take, but I enjoyed their companies a lot! 

It was those interactions with PSS sir, I should say, a perfect role model for me in very many aspects, A flawless leader, a vibrant man whose infectious smiles would be contagious the moment you encounter him! It was those sessions with Dr.K.T. a good managerial Principal who had taught the time managements, who had simplicity in his deeds and actions but he was no ordinary man! It was from him, I learnt few human values! Yeah the vibrant man I should also mention, last but not the least, N.C.B sir, the placement Co – ordinator! If it wasn't him, I would have never picked up the knack of interview clearing! Oh yeahh, he was a man of contagious enthusiasm shared a lot of value additions to me!

Though, at this juncture, I am sad that the college life, Kinda Heaven for me, was over, and I am no more a Student, but an Alumnus of KSRCT, I am equally happy and all the more satisfied that this has happened! The four years' of life had made me a century wiser!

Now, things have changed, Alumnus to distinguished Alumnus or whatever! I will be receiving calls from the department Alumni co - ordinator, Prof. Karthik, asking if I am free enough to attend an alumni interaction meeting! For some untold reasons, heartthrobs, lungs cave in and feebly I would feel, if there were any egos left behind, the egos would crumble, the scars would heal and with more pride, more and more joy, wear on a smile, and say, "Yes, I would love to"! For, that is the bond of me with KSR - DBT!

Here after, an Ex- Student of the KSRCT - DBT! A Passed out of 2011! All I can now do is, to support the college to grow more, to be happy on hearing the credentials that my Alma Mater has got, getting and will get! I can show to my kids the college and say, Oh dear, to me, heaven was once here! But, I CAN NOT be a STUDENT anymore !

DOT

Nostalgia #3

Tummy started twitching and turning, a strange feel of.., Something something un expressable… I was about to say Goodbye to the place where I lived, where I created memories, where I enjoyed , where I had caved in, where I grew up! I was about to bid with shedding tears, to those places which had seen me smile, which had heard me laugh, which went damp with my tears, which were kissing away my tears!

There were days that were long, short, jolly good and splendid, all - all at the same time. I had many friends who hung over, some had even hung up, we cried. we laughed, we fought, we supported, we loved, we went naughty, we roamed, we escaped, we got scolding, we researched, we made friends with, we slept during class hours, dozed and fell down during an ongoing lecture, We witnessed a campus that go from barely any to hundreds, to thousands and hundred thousand! The campus bore so much of children like us. We flooded into the deserted canteens, the uninhabited laboratories, the sound free class rooms, the hidden seminar halls! We infected all the others with smiles, carrying a pride that we were from the Biotech Department! We showed off as if we were the only folks on earth to carry out researches! We still managed to prove we researched! We had a gleam of pride to flick our collars to say that we were bestowed with the best bunch of teachers! We fought over being a pet to one or the other lecturers! This four years was that span of time which felt like, it is for ever ... we We WE WE WE WE WE . . .! The We was those 41 more muskeeters who made my life at KSR CT more meaningful!

I realized I had 'grown up'. I reckoned on the very last day, that, the department of biotechnology at KSRCT was more than a mom to me in my life. I understood, my eyes were sweating, when I stepped in to the Microbiology lab and the laminar flow chamber for 'One last' moment. I conjectured I had the best time of life in this four years. I surmised that this was that department which watered my love for biotechnology. I felt the tears welled in my eyes, then dripping from my cheek to chin, when I had to witness the last locking up of the microbiology laboratory! I still remember, asking the junior friend of mine, Prabhu suppose, to lock it up, only after I left. I understood that I am not going to be at logger heads with the HoD any more, I understood, I am not going to concept on very many Science facts and lacunae, with the team of staff members any more. No more sessions of doubts, no more scolding sessions, no more enjoyments!

I definitely had to mention, had it not been those good bunch of staff panels, I would be worse than what I am now. And if it wasn't for those four amazing years I spent at KSRCT - DBT, I would not be writing this article which you are reading now. I would not be able to know what a lab was. I would never had become a Scientist, I would never have known what research was. I would never had known how a laboratory must be! I would never be able to give you some piece of mind, I would never have started my career with a biotech FMCGG, I wouldn't have a job. I wouldn't have my amazing friends. I wouldn't have the memories.

If it was not for Punieetha mam, I would never have known to handle people, I would never have known informatics. She was one of the few who was more than a teacher, a mentor, a guide, a philos, or fit in any good splendid adjectivized noun for that matter! Dear mam, Lemme tell you, now, I jus love you for everything that you had done to me! I am proud even now to be associated with you in one way or the other! 

And if it was not for those people, need I to mention, Anitha Mam, Kappu mam and all , I would never have known how an observation ought to be done. Had it not been for SRS mam or Ramya (Jee) Mam, I would have never known how to handle situations unbiasedly, being so very diplomatic! Nadhiya mam's PAGE works do need a very very special mention here! Oh yeah, Balki sir’s paper works, definitely was an eye opener! Those crazy mathematics sessions with Mohan sir brought to lime light about mathematical modeling, which is now one my my favourite areas of interests in my CV that runs for pages! Had it not been for Arul sir, I would have never known what patience is, what practicability is! Was it not for Sriniwash Sir, I would not have built in tolerance level and little more confidences!

I was also the apple of very many eyes at the Science and humanities department! The department which had too much of Einsteins, Ramanujams and Mendeleevs, Shakespears and T.S.Elliots! I just enjoyed the splendid time with Radha krishnan sir's discussion, Physics talks with Mohan sir, Mani sir, Chemistry HoD R.P sir, Palaniappan sir, Geetha mam, Mallika mam, CC sir, and Whew, that was again one department where I felt at home! However, only a couple of people handled classes for me, NO one at that department was a stranger, or I should put it this way, I was stranger to none! :-) Again, but for the S&H team, I would have lost my smiles and laughter; I would have even gone not enjoyed a quality time on discussions and idea sharings!

It was not just the classess……..

… to be continued….

Nostalgia #2

The first year had the sema starters - ground subjects and common subjects like Phyics to be applied with Mohan sir, communications skilfully delivered by Radhakrishnan sir, Parimam handling how Chemistries were applied again, little of programing done by Punieetha mam, Electrically engineerng us to listen to her, was the effect by Krithika mam, meddling up with mathematics was made easy by Mohan sir, Nano stuffs with Mani sir, EnviSci with Padmanaban Sir, EGD with some mechanical faculties, never knew the name so far!! Now, these were just the starters, of the four years' life! 

Here is the main course, The straining classes (definitely for the lecturer to manage me) on how to stain microbes by BB mam, the application of maternal inheritances and its biological significances by Ramya mam, the tantalizing structures and of course, the impositions in the Biological aspects of the chemistry that worked out between me and SRS mam, the DNA – duplications and replications – trying to understand at molecular level with Nadhiya mam, technologizing stuffs with computers with Puneithaa mam, the instrumental areas with Premelatha mam and plant rearing up with Poongothai mam, euphoric state of equilibrium and the enzyme heats and stokes explained by Kappu mam, getting into the animal cells with Selvi mam then trying to know how they stemmed out to be cancerous from Subbiah sir, yummy yummy foodie sessions with Anitha mam, those reactors alarming your mind giving a neutral feed back with Arul sir, Ramesh sir, Gnanavel sir and Sriniwash sir, engineering the process with HoD after ethically speaking with Balki sir you try to be bio entrepreneur thru Arul vel sir, the trials about clinical aspects with Muththiah Sir!

The full course meal ends with fortune cookies like, practicals, projects and mini projects, reports and thesis! Oh My, references, results, observations, records and all that! 

Now, for the desserts, you had seminars, conferences, inplant trainings, symposia etc., 

The whole full four year course meal also had some gala sharbaths like Annual day celebrations, culturals and those jolly well Industry visit named tours!

It was time when we were just out of teens, squirming in our classroom desks, swanking through the corridors when a junior pass by, crumbling again if it were a senior who would put all your strutting to rest! It was one of those ties when you really wanted to zone out of the department for having done too much on you! There were those lazy Saturdays and sundays, tannings happening at the quad, sleeping in the class, Caught for eating in the class, transforming the class room to a place where every thing else was possible, except attending the classes! Every thing else – the sorority dresses, placement formals, labcoats, Hair dos!

The entire organic healthy feast to our batch was that our college went autonomous, and we happened to be the first set of autonomy! Anonymously, so much of changes, it took time for ALL OF US to understand what was happening or what to be done! Even politics had laid its hand on the educational system, that it does change the affiliations or even the university name as such! We never knew either we were affiliated or autonomous, or STAND ALONE!! Semesters or trimesters? Those class committe meetings and BoS meetings, Interactions with the HoDs, Princi about the new "Change" in the curriculum, every thing sounded Greek and Latin then! out of blues, you would be asked to chose an "elective" !

Wuff, ! after having cleared  all these stuffs, write the very last theory paper, there was this joy of doing some thing that was supposed to be unbelievable to you, graduating without arrears but with a distinction! I too had that moment of awe, finishing up all the exams, hanging out for a cinema, treat, a theme park and all that with my besties ! I never remember giving a sigh of relief of having stepped out of the college, but, a sudden feel of fear, a lacuna, a loneliness, started filling in my mind! Tummy started twitching and turning, a strange feel of. . .

… to be continued…

Nostalgia #1

Nostalgia #1

When you isolate yourself from the chaos of the external word, try to see deep – deeeeppp with in, you will find out, the four years of life, You as a Grad School Gurl, had filled so much – Sssoooo mmuucchh – in the pages of your life! Let me call it a throwback session or whatever! Every time, when you think of the fun filled grad life, Oh my, you are left with mixed emotions!

I can’t just believe, yeah, I seriously cannot! It is this long! Say, ‘bout four years since I stepped out of the heaven, where I dwelled for four years, I should say, on and off( that includes my on duties, sick leaves and all that ! ) 

To me, personally, it looks, weird! Weird of being out of the nidus that nestled me, had cuddled me up for FOUR FULL YEARS – A eight semesters’ stay at the department of Biotechnology of K.S.Rangasamy College of Technology! Whew, how I wish I reversed the clock re-lived some of the “bestest” moments there! Loads of pleasant memories, lots of Scolding and issues (of course, for my mischief!), tons of leave availed (for my ill health!), A score of mini projects, a double score of conferences and prizes, heaps of assignments (U can’t skip them buddies!), tons of internals (and retests too!), dozens of symposiums and guest lecture for compeering!

Inspite of so much of time that has passed though, I still freshly remember the first day, when, I stepped into the college, to meet the department facilities, with the gleam of pride, entering to the department, meeting, the then Director of Biotechnology, Dr.Kannan! AyyoH ! He was a man of about 60+ years YOUNG, I should definitely mention! With that soft smile, welcoming me, he started talking of my love – BIOTECHNOLOGY! A thrilling experience, I must say, getting introduced to the staff members, via the Director! Kwel, I felt jolly good!

Some people were really glued to my mind, during the ice breaking session, A special note must be for Prof. Dr.Punieetha Ma’m and AsP.Mohan.G., introduced to me as the senior people! Fingers crossed for attending their sessions; sheepishly I smiled back to both of them! Taking me across the lab facilities, astoundingly, I made my mind that, then, I gonna be a graduate student here, at that premises!

You would have never noted that institution earlier, but when you were put in that School of Biotechnology, from that minute, that second, milli second or even micro nano second, you will feel that, you are a part and parcel of this School of Biotechnology! So did I, jolly well, felt the same feeling of ownership and pride, (not in a literal sense though ;-))

I understood I was about to enter into a campus full of people with whom me gonna dwell for the next 4 years in life, a life filled with schools of thoughts and researches, I knew, I mite even blotch up or prune myself for a fabulous life! Though things were planned, preplanned, perfectly planned, the tingling feel in your stomach is what you can not resist!

So much of people were there, who bore my crazy naughtiness, who were patient enough to mould me, who sometimes even went red on me for tensing them up on a real high note, still, I felt loved when I was with these people. Never did I feel, I was away from home or whatever!

Facebooking was little new, Orkutting was chill to do, scrapped people, group SMS, the rate cutters and boosters to share an entire LESSON’s details over a SMS,  the random catch ups, the conference friends, the batch mates, college mates, the hostel roomies! Whew!!! Thank god that all these existed, but for them life would have been little tough!

Know what, to me life was simply superb many a times, a flawless flop some other times, without very many of the mentioned above. I randomly met people, became friends with, clashed for no reasons, faced few crushes, few more applications, very few true friendships and many times, got caught for being naughtiest of the naughtiest, doing craziest of the craziest things!

... to be continued....

Musically Yours - Srinivas(Singer)

So, to all of us, in one form or the other, we have Music in our life as an inseparable part! It so happens that we start wall postering for our beloved ones, “When I miss you I listen to That Song that makes me feel you and Miss You More!”  So much is the space that we have for music! To many of us, we have perfect keep sake that makes us feel proud of having lived in few person’s era! Unlike all of us, I too have a bigger list, in fact, and I deem it to be a real blessing to have just existed, should I say, in the times of such great - greater and the greatest people! And here is the list, the Musical Synonym Shri.MSViswanathan, Stupendous Scientist Prof. Umaa Shanker Raman, The mandolin man  - Amarar.Srinivas, the Cricket Supreme Sachin(though I dunno much of that holy game, I’d love to watch it just for this master!), The Perfect poet Amarar.Vaali, Ever Vibrant Vinay ji, Scientifically Significant Sujatha sir, my all time beloved magical Stellar Musician Srinivas Sir or Vasu Uncle, the Celestial invocation - I hope shall rightly fit perfect -  Shri KJYesudas, the soulful Chitra ma,  Splendid Science - Dr.APJ Kalam, A writer of humankind - Muthulakshmi Amma, Memory Master Dr.Reddy, (Definitely a prioritised Order) the list goes on ! Oh, now let me tell you, I would love to stay behind, at this level as such, for, many of you might be thinking that I should be adding HH Ravishankar or HH Parthi Sai Ram or whom so Holy ever for that matter as “TOP PRIORITIES”! Apologies to disappoint you, definitely in this list, I shall have these people, but may be somewhere near the bottom – Coz, my very little knowledge in spirituality had never allowed me so far to write about them!

This magical stellar Musician as I rightly said, Srinivas  Doraiswamy or Vasu Uncle as how things started off too informally (he was kind enough to accept “Uncle” and never insisted on a “Sir”)  is a marvelous man that the musical industry has got! Every time, when I hear him, I feel he should have born with a tag, “Musically Yours”! Dare I say, His soulful voice will definitely fill our souls with a stellar energy! Pure bliss is what you feel, while hearing him singing “Kadhal thaaimai irandu mattum Baaram enbadhei ariyaathu! Smiles of love is what your lips will have while hearing him singing “Undhan Nizhalarugey Oivugal Eduthiduven.Idhu Kaadhal Illai..Idhu Kaamam Illai.”! Tears of pride are what your eyes will shed when you hear “Mouname Unnidam Antha mownam thane azhagu”! Yeah, this Engineer turned Musician had crafted every chord, every pitch, and every note of every song that he had rendered so musically that you just fall hard for it! Lo and behold, if music were a Religion, I would listen to Srinivas as well!

We all have/had/have had a BIG DREAM! Some of us dared not to follow it; some of us would have knocked at the doors of our dreams and would not have waited for the doors to open! Some of us, hurt by the thorns or stones while treading our way to chase the dream, leave the dream - a dream and just dream of the dream alone! This man should have realized that slippers just existed when thorns pricked his lotus feet, started pursuing his dream, persistently with so much of perseverance! I always keep wondering how the reactor mind of  his generated a grand positive feedback with 100% efficiency, under all conditions, giving us perfect musical treat from time t = 0 to t tends infinity! (Lol, Thanks to those hard Chemical Engineering principles and Heat transfer operation classes during my college days ) He is no ordinary Man I shall say ! 

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             When I keep reading about this man who had gelled himself with music so beautifully, I never know from where that gleam of pride, the ray of shine come and just stay with me! Every interview that I had seen or read of him, makes me realize that he is such a humble, down to earth and lovely friend to be with! Oh yeah, I do have a firsthand experience, him replying or “Liking” to every little post that I put on his fb walls, there he proves how humane and simple he is!

Perfect joys are when you have a partner to listen to Vasu Uncle and to me I have a whole bunch of fans in my cherished circle!

           The top is my Aunt, this sixty five years old lady would always love to hear her Sri’s voice always! And, she can never resist in grabbing her mobile phone, punching in my number, screaming in that ecstasy of having heard him, “Hey Gaana, Sri padaraa ### TV channel podu” and I would never mind to snatch the TV remote from my poor Dadda who would give a bewildered expression as if I had gone seriously mad or what! This aunt and niece conversation will continue till the program gets over, Oh C’Mon Never mind of the advertisement breaks, for, it is during then we both will talk how beautiful his expressions were. The most forgettable interviews of him was the one with MJ.Shriram! Most of the time, this celebrity leaves you confused, whether to hear him or see him! OMG, Cant even imagine those expressions his face give! A perfect feast for your ears, eyes and soul as well!

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When Uyire Movie hit the screens, I should be in my tens, I guess! That was when I started getting addicted to the adorable voice! Those were days when you never knew what those lyrics meant; all that mattered was the super cute joy of listening to his voice; just his fantabulous voice! Google God or the Yahoo Upa Devatha was not affordable, all that was affordable was AIR or Pepsi Ungal Choice or those local Channels entitling “Manam Virumbuthe” That was when I had my sweetest partner in listening to him My sweet Granny! Her peculiar tastes of music did give some space to listen to “Srinivasan””(Don’t ask me how that "an" came in, for my granny, I am sorry I dunno@) She would help me in getting connected telephonically to the VJ hosting the show, ask for the song to be played for! And Oh, yeah, she too would sit next to me until the song was done with!

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           Next partner of mine, who is more equal to a partner in crimes like bunking classes and going for projects, to put it precisely right, is Keats, My “Bestest” buddy! I had intoxicated her with the “Srinivas Syndrome” and many other syndromes for that matter, Holy Smokes, whenever she is given any gadget with an internet connection, she straight away asks the Google god to take her to the YouTube angel to whom she asks for the gift “Srinivas Performaces Live – Srinivas songs – Timeless classics” etc etc.. and Lo, the angel grants this gurl her wish and she will “Load Down’ everything to her Memory Disks, for, she needs to show off the next day that she had got so much of collections and I had less than that!

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        When Keats was my Grad school partner I had Kavi as my Mid/High school partner for the Srinivas Crush Club! ( Oops, Please take the name a bit lightly! We were in our teens, you know! ) Every tea break or lunch break would not have gone by without discussing Sreeenniivaazzz! Trying to have an imitation session of how he performed this song, that song and all that! Betting on the lyrics, the male or female version! Azhage Sugama was THE most played song that won me so much of chocolates! Man, no formula was clinging on to my finger tip as this Song had :-)

Srinivas - 100 Expression - 5!!!

            Every time when his album is released or every time when his song is heard by me, you can fetch me, honestly, in tears of pride! There are some people in this world, whom we might not know too personally, but we shall always feel that they are close to our hearts and for no condition, we shall share that unconditional love - never minding if they realized or what; keep them in our daily prayers; have so much of reverence and respects for them, or whatever! And to me, one of the very few, is Srinivas! God should have realized that not all males can express their love via music or at least He should have understood that He himself needs one to express and that is how we must have got Srinivas on this planet earth! Though in the initial stages of his entery in the industry, his very name might not ring an instantaneous tring tring unto our minds as a singer, now, right now, this minute, just upon hearing his name, so many “true” adjectives queue up in your mind to portray him as a melodious singer, an ardent lover of music and all that, for the stunning Musicianship he has got!

           If you are nostalgic or have that urge to listen to music of Srinivas or even if I had intoxicated you too, with the "Srinivas Syndrome", here I leave you to fetch your head phones, plug it right into your ears, click on to any of his rendering, just close your eyes, and you are in that hot line to feel divinity, a pure bliss!

Cheers and Happy aMusi(KI)NG!

PS: I am not a "Professional" writer! But definitely I AM a writer by "Passion" . If you feel there needs to be some acknowledgements mentioned, I would only mention the Hero for this piece of writing - Mr.Srinivas Doraiswamy, whose musical journey had given me so much to feel and write! Nonetheless, I shall dedicate this post to all those crazy fans of him, across the globe!

Pictures Snapshot from Airtel Super Singer grand Finale telecasted in Vijay tv 

Fossilized Memoris

Every one of us will be abusing our childhood days for leaving us faaaarrr faaarrr behind. The childhood has become the rich legacy of memories to us. Some times we succeed in having a throw back, in this phlegmatic life, bring back those memories to have a nostalgia. Nostalgia is the only possible solution, when you have full tight works that had exhausted your poor little brain and the fatigue brain treads back to the tread of old memories cherished deep down your secret orchid, flowering the memoris up, and inhaling the sweet smell, realizing the good contained in it!

The lovely wake up call of Amma slowly turning out a a wake up yell, when your dadda coming in to give u a wake up kiss, you pull him next to you and hug him tight and get back to sleep! Finally, you give in to the wake up call turned yell, finding your Amma in the holy sacred room called kitchen, doing something or the other but definitely an aromatic foodie stuff. Like a cat, you slowly get behind her, give her a puppy hug and get scoldings for diluting her piousness ! 

Hunting for socks and shoes, fetching the hard pressed uniforms from the wardrobe, counting on days for the next color dress wears, double checking to confirm that those home works were really finished, thinking that your mathematics teacher or even the geography teacher should be absent, praying that your P.E.T Teacher never falls sick during weekdays! Wow!

Catching hold of the Bike's (Cycle's) handle bar, Pedalling as fast as you could, reaching the school main gate, realizing that the watch man is trying to close the gate, the first bell to the "Assembly" rings ! Trrrinnngggg! And, you give those attractive smiles of yours and a jolly cool namaste to the watch man, that he halts for a moment to wish you back and you creep through the lil gap, with all your shoulder bag weighing heavy, pushing that sport cycle of yours! Parking it possibly at the interiors to make an impression that you had arrived a little earlier, you rush to any of the ground floor classrooms, throw your bag and of course the LUNCH Bag too, join the assembly line with your class mates and there you are - a goodie woodie gurl!The head girl, smiling back states that you are included in the assembly attendance! Finally as you reach the ground, the sweats of bicycling down, vanishes with the fresh breeze that the yellow flowered tree sends to you, you smile with gratitude and a great motherly love at the inflorescence seen at the top most branch of the tree!

School Stand at Ease ! :-) School Attenntionnn ! As keyed robots, you act to the decree of the school pupil leader, you join singing those lengthy prayer songs, with semi closed eyes, you hear news being read out in different languages, thoughts for the week, thoughts for the day and all those! simultaneously, your mind's thought for the moment would be the worries about your lunch bag that you kept in an alien classroom! The head girl, being so sincere mite even find you talking to some one else in the next row, noting down your name to be written on the Big Black Board for an imposition! Once all the sequential Assembly events are over, you repeat the INDIAN Pledge, with your hands on your chest following the SPL, and finally there the SPL Commands : Class attendance! The head girls or even boys, start, VI A - boys present 21 Girls Present 23.. finally ending up, XII C - Boys Present 9 - Girls present 6! The Maha Manthra is chanted, Hare Raama Hare Raama Raama Raama Hare Hare - and the assembly is dispersed! Clap clap clap, clap clap clap C.L.A.P, C.L.A.P C.L.A.P!

At the class you realise that you have the most beautiful friends around who are (now) responsible for the eidetic memories of yours! You sit listen to the class, sleep during the class get caught for talking, do all possible mischiefs on earth, in those four walled class rooms . . . Monday & Wednesday Evening Drills - you just go there for the sake of playing a match with your seniors or to see some of your buddies running around the ground! The Tuesday Special Classes a Preferred to be missed one - though in vain,, Thursday & Saturday Co curricular activities - that bring in all the abhinayas to ur face - coz you are "classically" a dancer (Lol) and the most awaited Friday Evenings for Bhajans! :-) Though you are not so damn religious about Bhajans, you step in to the holy room, just for the sake of watching your beloved buddies "Performing" and definitely for the "Maha Naivedhya Prasadam - The Yummy Sundals"... Thud thud thud - those tender hands of your frens dance precisely on the percussion membranophones, those sweet and bass voices sounding "Radha Rasikka Vara Raasa Vihaara . . . "! You are so jolly well enjoying the 45 minutes of Ravishing feast, either a lead voice or the take over - never mind, you are sounding ! 

Those geography exams, the curvy lines on a paper and You call it maps, the borders make no sense to you, the english grammar of Is - Was - Were - Had been - Blah blah blah! Walking along the corridors with fingers on your lips is the only moment when you know what Silence is! Those moments when you hear your name being called out in Mic - It mite even be for any naughty deed of yours too - You feel you are the Queen! Finally at the end of the day, the long bell rings, you grab your satchel, rush to the ground, creak open your bicycle locks, grab them, make your way out of the grand grill gate, turn back with a content that you are now out of the big compound for the day and can jolly well have your get together with your friends at the street corners! 

And How can you miss those annual days and the science project feasts! The Sanskrit classes and the Sanskrit Dramas, Wow, Watching few of your seniors performing - talking - Sanskrit, and that moment you fall hard for sanskrit! Those Sporting moment of inter school chess competition, those personality development camps at thenangoor - thekkadi or wherever! Those gleaming moments of pride when Your school wins over the sister concern ! Those project moments and exhibitions, the "Raksha Bandhan" celebrated during independence days . . ! No holidays for a government festive, when every child in your gated community have a leave, you frown so deeply and go to school and when your amma and dadda try hard to apply for a RH, you happily sit back and enjoy the Traditional festive with your granny!

The fight for window's seat, those colorful sketch pens, the fluorescent coloured one especially, the charts that you are pasting all over the walls, the aural - oral completions, holiday home works, The UNO times with your sibling, Kane and Undertaker, those cricket times when Sachin bats, you never knew slanting or sleeping line but the joy of watching Sachin playing, Next day going to school and talking 'bot it! (Sachinism needs a separate write up though!)

DOT

Oh My God! And Now, How I wish God got a reverse button, taking me back to the good old days! Google God was so costly to approach those days and all you would have to do is go to the library or watch DD channels! And, JGHV abbreviated as Jaigopal Garodia Hindu Vidhyalaya - has played so much part in my life History! I should specially mention, those value additions that it taught me, has made me a NEAR COMPLETE individual!

You knew what a FAMILY was, you knew what FRIENDS were, you enjoyed true LOVE! Every one of us do have a rich legacy of memories, treasure it up, and let us try our level best to imbibe the same or even little possible ones to our kids! Here I go taking in a deeper wiff of hope, let me leave you to go back, to your child hood!

PS: Thanks Padmaja for making me write this, Thanks to those very many pals, Madhuvanthi, Janani, Shakthi, Srivatsan Jagannathan, Aishu, Kavitha, Abi, Krithika, Vaishu, Suju, Usha mam, Gaju mam, Sathya sir, Sankari miss, Kumar sir, Princi mam, Nalini mam and all those teachers, who had filled so much in the above article (Not only filled the article but the pages of my life as well! ) :-) A special mention, to Lalitha mam and Uma mam of JGHV - the T.S.Elliots to me, who very first identified I can write ! How I Wish, they read this piece of mine . . !

CAUTION: ZONE OF IMAGINATIONS: HAZARDOUS TO MIND FEELS

Between the two phases of birth and death, sputters the so called life. And, in this phase, you meet, catch up, people of different types who take you across a varied spectrum of relationships. Once in a while some of us crank up our brains and attempt to understand things like GOD, Prayers, Love Life, its beginning and some crazy crappy known and unknown facts, let us not narrow down so cheaply discussing people!  There are lots of thoughts lingering in my mind struggling with my nerves to give a labour pain so that they are born to the outer world. Some how I managed to get my laptop, start keying in all the damn thoughts that run through my mind, holding on to the craziness, trying to make a coherence and cohesion of what all have come on the screen! Sometimes, it so happens that you would have nothing to say but wanted to say something. Cool, this is something that I face quite often. Let me here write to you how a perfect weekend should be! Let me start from Friday!

"Caution: You are entering a HIGH Imagination Zone, and you shall not step back till you are allowed to"

TGIF is the first word your lips mutter when you wake up on a friday! Having experienced a long week so far, your every tissue begs for a serene resting time that obviously is the weekend! It is a Friday, with the chills in air blowing right across your windowpanes, You shall not think the weather is only the reason for you to be lazy. You are enraptured, seeing a squirrel by your window side, the coconut tree curving its branches to welcome its Breeze lover, the mobile right next to the pillow ringing out softly the voice of your favourite singers! And you remain wondering, gosh why does this not happen during the beginning of the week to get you going. You badly want your loved one by your side, to share the bliss. Alas, the clock just shows 5 -ish in the early morning! Still, you are managing to grab the mobile that had been giving you a sweet music overnight and still unexhausted, ping the number that you wanted to...
"Nee powrnami endrum en Nenjille" You hear Dasettan singing on the other side, its your dedicated caller tune! And there, your rosy lips broaden up! There comes a crazzyy Squishy Hellooo daa.. to which your reply of Love you sweet heart fetches you a "Love you morree". You are feeling that signal transducing all over your nervous tissues, letting out a diastolic pressure in heart!

So, with that start, you get ready for the day! A few minutes' travel has taken you to a Guild of service, where you are helping for the differently abled kids, you are rhapsodic! At your work place, with the same spirit you try and hunt for words to wrap up a report that is unfinished so long but you are not able to!Thanks to your filing, you manage to have a coherence with the previous' week

s report and finish your job! Oh yeah, the weekend has come and two days of time for your own self! Walking back home with a feel of being over the moon, you let the aroma of those cooked stuffs to be sensed at your cuboidal epithilials! The clock's hands has done so much of magic that it looks to you as if it swirled soon taking you to the late evening where the tired sun made its way through the sky to its nestle, letting the moon's rays kiss the lotus! As the moon marks its presence, fills your soul with the radiance, you try to fill the memories of your loved one, you take a road to travel to pop up at a officially personal meeting! Bless you is what your lipps mumble when your mobile screen shows your loved one's picture indicating her/his dialling up you! Back to square one is what you feel, ravished by the voices from the other side. Finally, you get to have private moments with all your loved ones individually. When the most special of all your loved ones, shouts at you, calling you crazy fool, for your trip, to pop up at the place where you are destined to, your heart lets out a silent cry! " I know You wont hear this silent cry. But let me answer you in person if blessed, sooner !" Yes that is your heart speaking to your mind! You see, you are not lonely in the night but the moon accompanies you equally sleepless! Hey you are not qualified to read stars, moons or planets, but you can easily capture them in your eyes and send the vibes that are shared onto words! A shrudder runs through you on the very imagination of spending time with your loved ones. It is the most awaited Day. You hang out with your loved besties, make the event that is supposed be, a simply grader one allowing it to eat only half of the Day! You ping your loved one so that you wanted to meet her/him at their places. You are shocked to witness the complete evacuation of your loved one at the place where your loved one live in. And finally, you are realizing that you had confused the addresses of your loved ones, perfectly and now with a pumping heart, that would even pop out of your mouth, you knock the right doors of your loved one. A minute of stand still, unexpected presence, the guilt of yelling at you, the feel of missing you, every thing, every little thing is been noticed by those two eyes of yours, from your loved one's whole physique! The egos crumble, tempers subside when you hold your hands out to embrace your loved one but before that you realize you are warm, embraced soothingly, with so much passion, and you are in your loved one's arms... Now, with that sheepish smiles on your lips, you slowly, moaning - ly mumble, "Yeah, I am mad - mad on you and hence took this pain staking travel - for this very hug!" Wuff! Words are boycotted - finding no place, but eyes are active speaking to each other . . ! 

PERIOD

Transforming for a Deformation!

So, This piece has its influence from a discussion that happened around the weekend. When everyone is busy “talking” of cultural deterioration, All I Would say is the following.

In this era of transformation every damn thing I say, Yeah, Every Single thing keep changing. The phones getting smarter, human getting duller, the gadgets getting slimmer and humans getting heftier, the outlook, attires and attitude! Yeah, you know, we are “Evolving”. Do the hell with Darwinism – the survival of the fittest! To me, all damn living, so – called Human being is gonna be highly unfit to even have the theory of Natural Selection! Man, you have never cared to be a part of Nature but you have always remained apart from nature. And how the heck do you expect the nature to give you a “Selection” theory! Poor Nature, She is struggling hard to fit herself perfectly somewhere on earth!

We would jolly well love to have all our conversations in English – coz that is the balcony of the world! Oh, now, C’mon, I am not against English! But I am only against those craps who jolly well make fun of their own mother tongues. Our attitude towards culture has gone down. Our attitude towards “Society” has even got vanished! I still remember a statement “Manushya Saamajik Jandhu hai” – Human is a social animal. I remember reading this in my class VI Hindi reader! See the foresight of the author (I guess it to be Madhu Dhawan or Harivamsharai Bachchan – Not sure though!!), (s)he has classified human to be still in animal class! Thanks to the modernization that is the major contributor for the crime rates that touch the sky, corruption has gone to another level that remains undetermined! God forbid, we remain ignorant of what shall happen next! Even the basic moral values seem to be vanished away with our so called swag. We feel ashamed touching the feet of our elders or going to the temple. Instead we will love to visit bars and late night parties. Dresses became more a fashion thingy than a “covered up” thingy!

So, when did this all start? It started when the nation started accepting revenue from certain sectors that brought in cultures that were completely opposite to the Indian ones! And as a child seeing a newer object, people are preyed in! When the victims are abundant, the other culture started adding its flavor to the Indian roots! Slowly, the bond sheets gained more importance than the true bonds of life! In fact, these bloody bond sheets started determining how strong the bonds of relations should be.  

When people are not surrounded by people, Ahankaar araise, a fact of "Swayam" "Seems" to be perfectly right! Self dependency is misunderstood to be Independent and Unquestionable. Definitely Yes, It is with the Parents "too"... had there been an elder, say thaathaa or taati, The kids would have been taught of how to get rid of loneliness, More Easily, in a Positive way!! It was the previous generations of mine that entertained nuclear family!! The initially prouder parents, of both the gender for that matter, realize their pride is false but it is too late for anything to be done. And the victims are yet to realize this, is the saddest part of the story! Had it been a joint family, or at least, elderly people, thatha paati were there, I can definitely say this cultural deterioration WOULD NOT HAVE happened or to those who find it tough to accept, let me re – correct, the possibility of cultural deterioration would have been less!  So irrespective of male or female, the blame is distributed equally! Had the elder generation respected their parents, we would not have a "Sophisticated" senior care center!

While parents try to imbue their children with Indian heritage, values and traditions, Bollywood is increasingly catering to its Diasporas fan base. And second- and third-generation Indians, dressed in tunics and pants called shalwar kameez, a glittery new version of the traditional sari, are also blazing a pop-culture trail. You know what; Kids need not be forced upon following traditions and cultural heritage! Being a “Parent”, I re – emphasize, Parent does not only mean to give birth but also to take part in “growth and development” of the little one, just do your routine things with “that” traditional touch and carry a pleasant smile of satisfaction! Lo and Behold, automatically kids would be attracted to follow the tradition! PS: Coz I am taught of most of the traditional habits like that and I have been adhering to many of the practices strictly even when I had none to watch on!! 

Finally, when "Moral Science" and "Ethics" are started to be considered as a "SUBJECT" in curriculum, the situation of Indian culture and Indian Professionalism is at the verge of Extinction! This is the most pathetic of all!

If I had to talk as a rebel, let me tell in other way, “Western Culture” too is a form a culture. You know what, you could see lot much of good things in the other culture which we must learn and adopt. But what, every package has got its own pros and cons! “Indians” should definitely use the culture strain just before you are letting your “Self” to get diluted and washed away with the newer “Influence”. The reasons for such intense impact are pursuit of wealth and power of Western media. Had the revenues not been there, this would not have happened. Of course, evolving to be a better “professional”(God knows what!) is mandatory. But getting washed away, seems to be a wrong one! It would be enthralling to know that our culture has got a “Spiritual” base on the other hand, the lucrative culture to which we are falling hard for has got a “Materialistic” base. Just think, if you don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day, your valentine is not gotta love you anymore! But our forefathers never knew what that bloody damn day was! Still they lived together for years with a lovely bond of trust and love which was unseen but felt right in their hearts! Despite wishing you’re a valentine, you are destined to meet your valentine at court for a divorce or at park for a break up!

So It is high time that we think independently and understand what is what, trace the roots of our origin, never let our originality fade off or washed away by other thingy cultures! Save tigers, save trees are older campaigns. Let us not host a campaign for Save Indian Culture and Tradition! 

Conditionally Unconditional

To those who wanted to know what on earth the most beautiful thing is, here just read the following. If your senses are stroked or adrenalin gushes out, sorry, that is not my piece of cake. J Priorities down the list does not matter, for, penning down every micro thing that brings a mega smile, curving those rosy buds broadly up, is worth it !

Down the lane, when the sky blesses the earth gently and the trees give in ecstatically to their lover, dancing around more gently, the dried unable to leave their nestled nidus, fall down at the feet, pleading the roots to take them back to fertilize them, and YOU ! ! Yes, YOU, mark your footprints down the lane; you imprint your foot upon the sands, amidst the dried leaves, amidst the soft petals that just kissed the earth, the chiller breeze, the dusking sky, a soothing music that makes you feel the renderer of it close to your heart, no matter you are poles apart ! ! Turning back, Slowly, Very slowly, you just realize that your quivering body is soothingly embraced by your loved one! The one, whom you had been missing, missing the very proximity of her/him, missing that warm hug, missing the husky voice that makes your soul complete, the squashy “I Love You Da” lingering right royally into your ears, the incubated arms of your loved one around your waist, softly, gently hugging you passionately! That IS BEAUTY! That is HEAVEN ! You will realize, Heaven is so smaaalllll but will be perfectly fit in to hold you as such, when you look into the eyes of your loved one! You will realize with real Eyes, that, the Soul is clinging to the lip tip and that JOY, when your loved one’s lips hunt for your fore head, planting a kiss that holds your loved one’s soul! You will never know that your love is reciprocated, reciprocated so much ! Soooo Muucchhh that you had never guessed even in your wildest dreams! That Ecstatic moment, you would never want to know, what on earth is the status of you or your loved one! That very minute, every damn thing, would be a mere number just a mathematical stoke or an Alphabetical curve!  All that matters is the TIME your loved one has sanctioned you with, a most important part of life, that could never be got back! You need to take every step not to make your loved one regret for sharing the un returnable part of your loved one’s life! All that matters is the UNCONDITIONAL LOVE that you both share that minute! It would be dark around you as the shying sun would be slyly disappearing to make love with the sea goddess, being tempted upon witnessing the love that you both made! But YOU will tell, the darkness has not come yet! Why?! The gleaming smile of your loved one would shine so bright, so bright bringing out a joyous pearl out of your eyes that is simply priceless! You would understand that your fingers are clasped tight with that of your loved one’s, palms patting your back so restfully, assuring the very presence for life time, making your head rest upon the broad shoulders, cajoling you tenderly, relaxing your shuddering body! And be it a pearl of joy or an outburst of longing, Heaven is then, your loved one kissing the tears away your dried cheeks!

Life is beautiful, more beautiful than you think, than you expect it to be! Professional etiquette is important but passion, a small cherished circle, where YOU are always fallen hard for, is far more important! As a contemporary writer rightly told, none is going to remember your promotions and your power point presentations during your funerals! Spend time for your loved ones! Get to know that there is a joy in being the same to your loved one, sharing a love, which will EXACTLY remain the same, yesterday, today tomorrow and years to come! Unbreakable by any of the allegations, years turning on and on, you growing younger and younger, but your love for your loved one will never break up! Transgressions don’t matter! You trust your loved one; you forget or forgive every damn misdeed of your loved one, hiding your scars that your loved one makes, beneath! Unconditional Love is more like a gesture that only the giver benefits! Yeah, you read it right, only the giver benefits from it! But, so does the receiver, when he/she realizes how good it is to be loved. Understand the joy of submitting yourself to your loved one! Life is beautiful when conditionally unconditional love is shared!

Final Touch: There is definitely something stamped as unconditional love but not every human on earth can love unconditionally and not everybody enjoy the joy of being loved unconditionally. And problem catapults when some confirmation to their goodness is what your loved one needs and you refrain from assuring it!

PS: Love n Kinship are never synonymous! ! ! Please do not confuse J

An Unposted Letter to My Angel . . .

My little one,

I could hear your teeth making noise when you find me calling you a little one, despite you being an entrepreneur or a “Woman” of Professional etiquette. But, you are, a little one to me, my darling daughter.

You know what, you made me to write this letter to you. Moreover, where you are put up? Abroad? Out of towns? Off country? No! Just the room next to where I “Live” Yes, I could hear you answering official calls, sometimes, banging the door with a big thud ! However, My angel, you do not have an ear to lend me for some times. All you say to me is, I have been talking too much of recent! And, You, the Gen Y, have not got time to answer all my sheer stupid questions that I used to bombard you with.

Generally, Dads and daughters are known to have lots of laughter’s over a coffees, around the kitchen tables, the drive from school to home or the other way round, but surely a decade or more to chit chat! We both, did have some, meaning, very little time for that ! I, being held up at work place and you were sent to imbibe with lots of activities to fine tune you! Still, at the end of the little chats that we have, warming our fingers with the coffee mugs, hearing hard lovely words from my better half into our ears, I would love to see your eyes blinking like a bunny rabbit when I try to give a piece of mind to you! Oh My, You, reacting as if what ever I had been talking to you was in Greek And Latin, was the loveliest sight I ever Had witnessed.

Might be, more than two decades ago, my heart jumped with joy on the very thought of having a daughter! I was equally joyous, happy, excited, ecstatic and equally worried of the fact that would I be a Best or even a good father to you! But, when you came strugglingly out of  your mom, and when I saw you wrapped in a tower, you as soft as petals of roses, all the fears and confusions crumbled and I realized I am going to love you more than what you can comprehend! I just realized having a daughter is as blessed as visiting heaven! You are just as sturdy as everyone is, you are a force to be surmised with, a soul who dwells with passion and life as same as any man around!

Slowly the wheels of time started rolling on and on! And, I started to grow up with you! I realized it the best moments when you grab the coffee mug from mommy and give it to me as a wake up call with a hug, you would even yell out applauding me when I very shortly, just at the knack, escape a hit from your mom J or what ever. It is more a cliché to me now, and it was not so long when we both tried to wake up your mom by banging doors or increasing the TV volume or dialing up each others’ mobile to ring up! As you grew up, both of us were been bestowed with lots of responsibilities, that the time of spending with each other slowly reduced. Still, your presence, your very movements around the home, atleast on the weekends kept me going!

You started taking reins in the various aspects of your life. And then, all I could do is just to gleam with pride, telling that angel is MY daughter! There were times when you knew me as a strict father, a perfectionist, who needed a infallibly a flawless finish in every thing you do, and when It did not happen, you were pale with the fear of getting beaten up black and blue. But, believe me, I did not mean to hurt you! I just wanted you to take care that your social etiquette is well built!

It was so good to see you stepping out of your high school, grad college and post graduated too with flying colors. Then, in those days you had much time to spend with me. We talked on many things and nothings. You used to share all the “Applications” that you used to receive. And I had so much of patience to answer all the silly, snaring questions that you used to ask more patiently! You had even snapped at me when I told you to be on less make ups!

And, Lo and Behold, In the blink of the eye, you have grown up to be a woman, an entrepreneur, who travels all around the world. And, I, still that senile old man, who cherishes the joy of seeing his daughter winning laurels! But, at the bottom of my heart it is aching to know that you have got no time to “TELL” your success to me! You had been busy enough that you have stamped me as an iconoclast, asking hell a lot of questions to you! You get irritated when I tell you, My little one! You are not ready to understand that, you never could grow out of my heart! I wish, you really do find “TIME” for me, to have atleast a part of our good old days back!

I am closing, all I would want is you to know this, I love you with all that I have.  I am exceptionally proud of you. I might sound selfish, but I ain’t!

Love you,

Loads of love,

Ur Dadda

PS: I dedicate this post to my first hero, My dadduppa, and all those who had given me daughterhood and love of fatherhood, CRR Appa, Radhakrishnan Achcha, and all. Thanks to N.C.B sir who shared his experience to write this one!

How I married Bioscience

To expect science as a profession to be devoid of the challenges that many other workforces face as a way of life would indeed be preposterous. But for those who grew to love science, it’s certainly heartbreaking when you realize that in science all is not fair and square! Some continue to brave despite the let downs, while for others, science may indeed be a story of a love lost! I am of the first type, who continues my affair with science rather than encouraging a break up!
Let me tell You, I am not against IT but I am FOR BT. Science is the object of my first love, First infatuation. The tantalizing theories of science made my neurons fire together and wire together with Science. The affair between me and science as such, is been never ending one. Membranes and Mitochondria are so damn exciting to me than the silicon chips and diodes! I fall in love with those Lactic acid bacteria and Xylanase producing Trichoderma than the copper wires and mother boards. The signal transductions and ion channels has been more appealing to me than the fop and c library! This made me to fix up a long un divorced wed lock life with my darling Science! I was in a state of Euphoria and could see transformation in me in becoming a very vibrant human being when I registered myself for a life long bonding with Science.
Science as such had really boosted and intensified my hitherto dormant concentration and focus. When I started my lifetime bonding with science through the microbes, isolating them from my most favorite food on earth, the curd! It was damn exciting to see such a wide spread of living organisms grown in a very small room and the microscope, that magnified its cells! My little child, I mean, My lactic acid bacteria, unlike me, was a too obedient kid. Though she was a delicate darling, I daringly handled her rough and tough! And, she never filed a suit on me for harassments! J I made sure that my delicate baby though was put under stress never went distressed! I treasured up every moment with her, feeding her with sugarless apple juice as if she was diabetic, giving her acidified liquid diet that solidified on her growth! She gave me the joy of motherhood! She allowed me to be in that blissful state of experiencing the joy upon seeing one’s growth! She inculcated the feel of optimism, the feel of feeling complete, the attitude of ‘Adjust with what you have” and many things.
Like how, a girl needs too go to her inlaws’ place, I had to have the bahu ki bidha with my little angel, who grew up with me. I had been so attached with my first child, the Lactobacillus acidophilus, I can’t allow her to go to a new place, from my hand. But, girls can’t be with their parents always right! I had to put her up for adoption incredibly to some one! She taught me how to cry on departures! I realized how brutal I was, the moment when I was asked to decant her under heat! After all, I could not kill my child with my own hands, empty her home, starve her to death, grabbing her food, or allowing some one to molest her by sharing her room! But pen ultimately, I gave her up for adoption, to my junior friend and kissed her a crying good bye!
After relinquishing my first baby, I had to have my espousal with the higher level kids, the animal cell lines. Life turned exhilarating when I was intoxicated with the animal cell lines, transversely infecting them with the good genes and rearing them up to be a good one and not a troublesome malignant men ! Slowly, life became normal with the new family members in my family and I am getting in on my life with life science!
It is generally heart throbbing to hear people asking me what Life Science has given me till now! I would rather question back than answering this, did your mother expect anything in return when she conceives you in her womb, gives her blood and food! Man, you had been sucking her blood for your life to get sustained, before you came to this earth! And after you came, you had her running behind you for your sustainment!
In BT field, you have a slow growth but a steady growth. Secondly, you dont have a insecured job. Your job security is fine with. I know, most of my friends as an UG get >3.25 L p.a. But I despite having a PG with a Rank and about a score of Projects and miniprojects, with a vast research expertise, earn less than that! I agree, Survival of the fittest is must. In not all cases, Survival of the fastest mean they are the fittest! See, to me its all about the job satisfaction and job security and also the affair that I have with science. Secondly, Life Science is one field thats gonna be there till the last human on earth survives. So you need not depend upon the foreign collaborations or the projects to feed you. You could feed yourself as such. 
I mite be too philosophical. But I look out for a long term improvement and Quality of life rather than the current Status. Life science is again a field that never lets u die thirsty! Growth is gradual but permanent in exponential log phase!  I can not so proudly say that I am one of those people who seem to think human beings; living organisms have structures more pleasing to the eye than Scarlet! Many people don’t seem to realize that we are a species still evolving, evolving to be a better HUMAN. Science could give you clarity of thoughts. I could achieve a state of mental equanimity when I start to unleash creativity to enliven my work environment with the little cells! I have a strong belief that science will be a place for love and no hatredness! 
Enjoy Science, Do Science for Science, Science for the love, Science for excitement of doing science, Science for Passion and Science for Humankind! But not Science for destruction. ! 
I luv ya BioScience ! <3

The Knotty Issue !

My dear son,

I am your mother speaking. I know you love me all the more than any one in this earth. But at the same time you hate me to the core when I talk of your wedlock issues. It is you who made me to tell Wedding/ Marriage as Wed Lock.

Are you able to sense, how sad me and your dad feel when we see guys of your own age, or why, your close friends visit us with his child and wife ?  You get engrossed in playing with the kid. But it is we who experience the heart ache, seeing you as a lone solitary reaper!

You know what, you were initially afraid of coming out of my womb. It was a herculean task to bring you into this world. I faced the risk at the cost of my life. So did you. And when you came out to see the world, your eyelids were sealed with each other. Your stomach was not pumping up and down. We had to put you into the incubator. But with in twenty eight hours, a day and little more, you proved to us you are fit to survive in this world. When you started walking, you feared of falling down, but you became a racer!

When you were put in school, I still remember your swollen red face with eyes drowned in tears .every stage of life was a challenge to you. And you had won in every challenge that you faced in life. Life is not modern and all. Life is life all the time. Just accept and understand that.

What makes you think the word marriage by heart is a burden in your life? Are you afraid of girls? Don’t tell me yes. I am a lady and you have your sister too! Are we not ladies? Are we harming you in any ways ?

Do think on this topic and realize, life is really incomplete without a marriage. We can not always, as parents, come with you till the end of your life. Life after marriage would be really beautiful to live. Me and your dad felt contented after you were born to us. We rejoiced your birth as you are the embodiment of our love and affection, the happiness we shared between us. We rejoiced because you gave meaning to our life.

I am sure you would also rejoice and cherish every moment of marriage and your life as a family man, than being a single eligible bachelor. I wish you read my letter to you, and take wise decision in this knotty issue.

Love u My Son,

With love,

Your Mom.