*The author is laughing her butt off and so cannot insert a Title right now.. so, insert your own title here!*

It has been quite a week here... what with Lab and a nut for a professor... it was at the least amusing at times but mostly irritating!

We have Dr. Kappochino (pun heavily intended!) who is in charge of Lab sessions for the Second year Masters students (that means us). And we are slowly beginning to wonder and gape with astonishment as to how in the name of the "Holy Plunger that the Great Balooga uses", she got her PhD.!

I mean.... come on! It doesn't take an IQ of 140 to figure that the metal Copper will not melt at 110°C! I mean... if it did, we wouldn't be seeing so many metal furnaces around.... would we? Of course, the melting point changes with variation in the atmospheric pressure, but in a normal environment where the butt of your experiment is open to the elements, I guess it is relatively safe you won't end up with copper goo when you heat it up to 110°C!

And for some reason, I think she hates me from the core of her rotten and black organ that in no way resembles a heart! And this particular hypothesis is strongly supported by evidences where she refuses to sign my lab observations stating I was absent for one friggin' class! Well.... Screw you, bitch!

But seriously.... how can she be taken seriously when I know how she got so badly screwed by her Research Guide who thought dancing monkeys with bananas in their assholes could get their PhD's before she could! Ah well....

I've begun to realize just what a small place my Department is. I met with a friend who's escaped (read graduated) from the Department last year and is now in a better place (I shall not mention where), who's told me how much credentials these bozos hold outside the department. And in a way it makes sense! No professor worth their pinch of salt would actually lord over their students in such an ostentatious manner unless they were worth shit outside their petty realm!

And to this hoard, add a professor who made his research student a scapegoat for a research paper he stole word by word out of a poor bloke from Stanford and how he asks us not to plagiarize for our seminars! BWAHAHAHAHA! Oh! And another bloke who bought his research student her PhD and just made her sit there... probably being his secretary for six friggin' long years!

Aaaaaand the head of them all who's a pretty nice guy underneath... but well... you know.... you just can't like him! He's as enjoyable as that boil you got on your hiney the last time you went out for a sunbath!

And these asstards expect us to take them seriously.... Surely you must jest, Dr. what's-his-face!

But having said all of this, I must say there are still a handful of faculty left in my department who still hold some amount of respect in my sight. It just pains me to see those few good and worthy souls trapped in the middle of this circus!

To add to this pandemonium, I have a bunch of total Dickheads for classmates (except a few genuinely nice people!)... wait... they can't be dickheads... that would make them sensitive! Nope... they are more like the feces that leaves your asshole when you're constipated! Yep.... that's more like them! They'll smile at you and smile at you and smile at you while they think of a way to hack your guts open so they can be done with you. Now, I don't say that everybody should like me and treat me gently.... Heck, hate me? Be my guest, fella! But please.... have the balls to do it to my face! I wasn't born yesterday and all that synthetic smile's making your butt ugly face look botoxed!

And if some of those idiots think that hogging the system just so I can't code and will have to face the 'wrath of Dr. Kappochino' again... get a life! How hard is it to source the software out and load it in my PC... in my room.... where I can code while listening to LP..... singing out loud.... without having to worry about when the HOD (a.k.a. the boil in the butt) would drop in and literally punch my headlights in for singing in the Lab? Now.... the same people, who boast on being the class-toppers (give them the Telephone Directory and they'll tell it back to you in an hour... extension codes and all! Just the thing needed for creative research!) don't know what 1 mole of a substance is!

Psssst: Dr. Kappochino hopes to get us screwed for not completing MATLAB on time! I think I wet myself from laughing too hard!

I'm Pooped... but grateful!

Today, on my second day to college, I had to attend my first lab session. And this is all I've to say! I'm so tired that I can't seem to feel my feet at all! Phew! And combine a thirty minute walk to that and an empty stomach back home, you'll mildly get the picture of what I mean people. But you know... I somehow am grateful for all I have. I've loving parents who've never left me wanting anything... I've a handful of true friends who're there for me whenever I need them and loads of things in my life that makes my existence so enjoyable as a whole!

I'm glad people... for all those experiences that were enjoyable. I'm also thankful for all those that weren't, because without those, I wouldn't have learnt some of the most valuable lessons of my life. And I'm thankful for all the people in my life and I pray that all those who I've met and those that I shall meet in the future have the best that is ordained for them and that all creatures great and small don't feel the burden of my existence that much!

Phew! That felt great! And a special thank you to all those who actually read my blog! LOL Love you people!

Well, now I need to fix up a mini-project, complete my Lab report and try studying for a test on Wednesday (and it hasn't even been a week! That HOD is the closest people are ever going to get to Morgoth, I tell you!). But hey! I'll survive! =D

What's the problem peeps?

Today was one of those days where you get up with the feeling that everything will be just fine! And then you turn around and you find that things aren't going the way you want them to and there is nothing you can do to stop the hilarity from happening... and what's the point if everything went great? This post wouldn't have been more than a line long, if it had been so!

I had bagged a seat in the bus to college by seven thirty. But strangely, the darned thing didn't start until it was eight fifteen! And so, my whole aim of reaching classes in time were thrown to the wind! And to make sure I felt even more miserable, the lady who sat next to me seemed to have given up brushing her teeth decades ago! How did I know that, you ask? No! I wasn't kissing the woman! It's just that, she made it a point to sigh with her mouth placed exactly in front of my nose as she leaned over me to see if the bus driver was ever approaching.

Now, I have nothing against impatient people...actually I do, but that's deviating from the topic. If you are indeed going to go all dramatic and sigh left, right and center, please do it with a clean mouth! And no sooner had her stench reached my nostril, I was praying the bus start soon! Maybe the breeze would take it away!

And so, after a harrowing bus ride to college, I found myself forty five minutes late for class! I know! I know! I am incorrigible! But hey... just you wait! I was able to answer almost all the questions that were thrown at the class despite missing class. So, there!

And no sooner had theory classes gotten over, Lab sessions started. And I think today was one of those days when every professor suddenly remembers their mission in life and grills every unsuspecting grad student into giving a reply as to why the CRO is not working (the fact that there isn't anything inside it is immaterial, darn it!).

And so, one of the batches got grilled and as I was the first one to do that experiment, I was soon called over and asked myriad questions! And I should say I made every goal keeper in the face of the planet jealous... the way I fielded those questions... I was treading dangerous ground as like always, the equipment had died on me and I had to use the theory behind the experiment to fabricate a plausible answer!
Apparently, one of the boys who was doing the same experiment felt it was against his moral code to do something like that and worked on what screwed up reading the long demented equipment threw at him.

And by the time I was done with answering the questions and finished my own experiment for the day (It was the most annoying, nerve wracking, patience testing experiment ever!), it was five in the evening.

And if you think this was the end of the day's events, you are so wrong! The bus ride back home was just as hilarious. What would have taken any normal metropolitan bus an hour to achieve, that particular bus did in two and a half hours! And all because some pea brain had died and since he was the second cousin of the fifth cousin twice removed of the fourth son of the chief minister's personal cook, he just had to be buried with all the police escort that is normally given to martyrs and other equally silly people!

And now, as I sit in front of the system, typing this post, all I have to say is....

I'm friggin' tired peeps! Good night! =D