Musings of a Microbiologist

Two plates on a counter,two glasses on a table. To dream of this life, if only I was able. My knight , his armour, of which I see a shine My bard, his song, of which I hear a rhyme I know it isn't, But I wish it were mine. One touch, one breath is all I get for today I know it must end,  But just not today...just not today.

A couple of days ago ,after shopping at my local grocery store, I was at the checkout counter. After waiting  in line for about 25 minutes, and holding a heavy shopping basket, I was just about to have my purchases billed, when a guy cuts in front of me. I asked him what he thought he was doing, and he turns and says to me "Madam I only have one packet of chips."  A hard day of work, and a long bus ride later , I was in no mood to be messed with. I asked him what that was supposed to mean to me, and he stared back at me with a  blank expression. Apparently its his birthright that allows him to cut ahead of people in lines when he only has a couple of measly items , and makes the rest of us who have heavy baskets and have been waiting in line for ages, invisible. And telling someone to please get in line apparently makes me a raging crazy monster. Well, थाथास्त्हू ("So be it" for the uninitiated) is what I say to that. My point is, whether it is admonishing som...

Beauty is only skin-deep, or so they say. I disagree. That's a notion that's highly idealistic,  optimistic and removed from reality. To be crude, that's a load of crock. When was the last time you saw an (forgive my lack of political correctness here) ugly girl get EXACTLY whatever she wanted in life? Or have things go her way all the time? Or have people be nice to her at all stages? Stop scratching your head, you haven't. Because it DOESN'T happen. During my adolescent years, I didn't have the good fortune of being a looker. Not that I have a face that could launch a thousand ships now either, but things have definitely improved since about 6 years ago. Let it suffice to say that puberty pushed me down, kicked me around a few times, and then did a Mexican hat dance on my self-esteem. I'm just glad it's over.  Let me illustrate what I mean when I say things have improved now.  I don't remember a single time back in college when I have...

Random thoughts in my head at this second - - Why is it only someone else's misfortunes that make you realize how lucky you are? Why is someone else's pain the most effective balm for your own? Isn't it strange when someone's pain moves you to tears and then THEY end up comforting you? I had no shoes and complained , till I met a man with no feet.... Random rant -- Big shoutout to *YOU* - you spoilt overgrown brat, if you had ANY sensitivity or speck of compassion in you, you wouldn't be shooting off your mouth the way you do. The day the fates decide to teach you a lesson, the sh*t will hit the fan, and I sure as hell won't want to be around for that!

Its like I was drowning..and  someone pulled me up to the surface...Not everyone is given a second chance...very  few are even given a first..I am grateful for my new lease on life..my second chance...I'm scared, but a good kind of scared..I'm apprehensive, yet grateful...  Apprehension that stems from being thrown into something new and having to deal with it all by yourself..but the good part comes in when you see that you are able to deal with it..that you DO have the intellect you believed you did...that the person who told you you were useless was wrong, and you were right... Gratitude that comes from knowing that you dodged a bullet..that it could have been much worse..gratitude from knowing that there are people standing by you..Strength for me comes from mom and dad, their faith in me has never wavered, and for that I will be forever grateful. My rocks are my girls...they've picked me up before I fell, and held onto to me till they knew I wouldn't any...

They say the inability to accept loss is a form of insanity, its probably true. But sometimes, its the only way to stay alive. Yes, this is a line from a TV show. Yes, it is a show that some deem frivolous. No, that doesn't make it any less relevant, any less striking. Loss...Why is it then that we find it so hard to accept? What is it that leaves so many of us in denial for so long? Loss of a loved one, of a relationship, of a job, of a friendship..at what point do these people and things weave themselves into our lives so intricately, that when it comes apart, it seems like our life has unraveled.I'm not talking about any gut-wrenching pain, or that place where your pillow is drenched in your tears, or that feeling where it seems like someone has ripped a hole in your body and you feel empty..No, its more like...there's a whole mess of crap lying around you, and you're picking up your feet to wade through it, and at some point you just give up and sit down in th...

I don't normally write movie reviews on my blog, but the masterpiece I watched a couple of days ago truly deserved a mention. Here's review I felt essential to post onto Rotten Tomatoes-- Satish Kaushik's Milenge Milenge should go down in the annals of history for being the perfect throwback to the 70s in the 21st century. And I don't mean that in a good way. Lets begin with its "inspiration" from Serendipity(2001). Now while that was a passably likable movie , a clichéd plot, dull songs, and tired performances ensure that all similarities end there. The same old hero , with the same old "devil may care" attitude, that supposedly makes him cool, the same old heroine, with her "someone somewhere is made for me" attitude and a bunch of geeky , dorky friends, who lack even an ounce of character, and nothing more than props make this excuse of a movie more unbearable than it was meant to be. I looked hard for a single frame in the movie that ...