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!


Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

Yes, I am thinking Wear sunscreen..

Exposed to the elements is she,
Taking umbrage in her interiors am I….
A wash and a wax makes her glee,
Oh how beautiful looks she!

Me with her

She is my close mate of 4 months, since June 2009..

All around, other things will happen,
Some happy, some sad, some gen..
Its all in the game called life,
All in all, its a double edged knife..

There are times to be happy,
and there are times to be sad..
One is meant to make you yippey,
and the other to make it a tad bad

Its upto us to make the shift,
and not create any kind of rift
Have to make the shift fast,
and leave behind the past!

Times change but slowly,
And so do people..
One day, you’ve to too,
Lest you wanna be left behind!

Realisation dawns,
Not too early,
Not too late,
But just at the right time.

Heeding to it is good,
Makes it a lot easier!
Than just sitting n brooding,
Going neither back or forward!

Time is the master,
Let it do the works,
Things shall happen,
Just as they are supposed to.

That something is no more just something,
Its turned into helluva a lot more!
Am I overdoing it all a wee bit?
I just hope I am not 🙂

Enveloped by a strange quiet,
Feeling lost in a world all my own..
Everything’s still the same,
Yet, it all seems so different.

I am lazy and full of energy at the same time,
But just how can that be?
Even my sense of logic seems lost,
Am I living in empty spaces?

Standing in the middle of nowhere,
No sign posts to tell me where to go.
I seem to be stuck here, far too long,
Should I fit in or will things fix themselves?

The old something seems gone,
Will I ever get it back?
Or atleast figure out what that something is?
Am I still me? Or someone else?

Kaalai ezhundavudan kuzhiyal,
Ammavin kai samiyal;
Serndhirukka kodi nanbargal,
Manam engudhada annaatkal…

One of my few attempts at poetry in tamil 🙂 My tribute to those 12 or so golden years in school! Roughly translated, it goes like this:

A bath as soon as you get up,
Food made from Mom’s hands,
A million friends to be with,
My mind yearns for those days..

PS: ok, kodi = crore != million