Who can quiet the the storm of thoughts within me?
Neither man nor God can help
Stronger forts have been razed by the storm
I am but, a stalk of wheat
I guess I'm too emotional a person, even for an Arien.. But how do I decide? Who do I ask? I feel that the people around me are better at keeping their feelings in check.. But how can I know what 'storms' rage within them? Maybe they are just better at hiding them..
I truly must learn to keep my emotions at bay.. Or else its going to cost me.. And the price might just be too heavy for me to afford to pay..
But with you by my side, beloved, I know I shall survive. . .
Our juniors bid farewell to us by throwing a party yesterday. It wasn't an emotional affair for me.. In fact, I'm glad to be coming to the close of this chapter in my life. The only good thing that happend to me while I was doing my M. Sc. was meeting my beloved. Excepting that, when I look back all I can see is myself just going with the flow.. Letting the current take me along.. when I could have done so much more, been someone else.. I let two years of my life slip through my fingers, without ever noticing it.. I shall never forgive myself for that..
But the advantage of being an Arien? I'm still able to say, 'Tommorow is another day'.. I have a lot planned for 'tommorow'.. I hope I shall be able to make all of it happen..
The Ph.D. student is a rare animal. A novel sub species whose habitat, hours of activity, sleeping patterns and most importantly, diet differs from the rest of the species. It is said that your are what you eat. So, what does that say about the humble grad student whose diet consists mainly of junk food, delicious as it is? This blog does not care because we strive to celebrate that very junk food.. The 2am noodles, the 3pm lunch of leftover pizza, the all day free food extravaganza that seminars are, the high calorie cookies at scientific talks.. every morsel of high fat, high carb deliciousness that sustains and nurtures us. So, send pictures of your Ph. D. diet with a description and time consumed to firstname.lastname@example.org and see it displayed here in all its unhealthy glory!