Remember the day you entered grad school full of energy
Talking signal crosstalk, mechanisms and synergy
Or maybe it was HDACs, autophagy or cancer
All in the hope of finding life’s answer!

You were eager to finish the core course
The one thing you cannot ever outsource
The prospect of long hours didn’t put you off
You asked how else can I become a real prof?

Three rotations you gotta do said they
A difficult choice with 200 labs in the fray
And tougher still, then a lab you had to choose
An alarm on which you couldn’t hit snooze.

Second year is full of classes and project ideas
Amid the occasional visit to the pizzerias
And some experiments that turn out false
Before the big test that is the quals.

The post quals hysteria dies down slow
And you dive into the project in full flow
The lab becomes the center of your life
As you handle pipettes as well as strife.

Experiments wouldn’t all work
In the dark did the reasons lurk
Before you blame it all on the gnomes
You fix it by becoming Sherlock Holmes

Months might pass while progress slows
As you go through many highs and lows
Curse the project and mice do you
One month less to graduation says who?

Just when you need some sleep and rest
You wake up dreaming about failing a test
Forgetting that in the PhD life you got caught
Only the thesis committee decides your lot.

And ultimately the end gets closer
Letting the hopes fly higher and higher
The grand jury sizes up your defense
Proclaiming you a Doctor hence!


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GJ teaches us Biochem ThermoD,
To take extra classes he is ever ready;
Classes are in no way interesting,
So useless you don’t even feel like crashing!

Grabs B-slot classes does he,
Makes everyone mad, not just me.
Calls backbenchers upfront,
For junta who talk, his eyes hunt.

Takes attendance once in a blue moon,
And he is as unpredictable as a goon,
Keeps tests for those who bunk,
Makes you feel you are gonna flunk.

He keeps talking about igs & bars,
Making you feel as if you’re from Mars,
Derives stupid relations in a long way,
Only to discover somewhere he’s gone astray.

Till last, the course was with chem,
A prof who is no less than a gem,
Him not taking for us is a crime,
I guess its just our bad time..

He complains we dont know how to approximate,
Yet another reason him we hate;
We hope to get out with a decent grade,
And tell yourself some progress we made…

GJ teaches BT junta courses in 3rd and 4th sem. This was written after the 3rd sem course.. So, you can imagine my plight after the end of the 4th sem…