Musings of a Microbiologist

It's that time of the year...the birthday month!As a kid, life was great ..and around my birthday..even better! Amazing parents to buy me awesome stuff, cool friends to come to my party and also get me awesome gifts, amazing food, benevolent aunts and uncles to ...that's right, also get me awesome stuff..you see where I'm going with this... And then , I HAD to go and grow up....These days, a birthday is a good time to introspect...sans good food and awesome stuff :( To be very honest, this isn't what I thought or hoped my life would be at this age. There are many things that I can say about this , but very little that hasn't already been said or debated over...there is so much I could have done had good sense prevailed, but so much that I had to learn...(and continue to do so) the hard way...there is so much I should do now to correct myself, but so little I can do because the heart doesn't let me. Having said that, it could have been a lot worse. Maybe life ...

And when it ends, and end it shall, When the tears come, and come they shall, Let them flow today And wash the pain away For tomorrow is a brand new day...

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...