Saturday, January 15, 2011

Here'r two I just made up, talking to myself:
Solve problems my love but only relevant and non-fictional ones.
While solving a problem, kindly ensure that you don't turn into one.
JSS

Thursday, January 13, 2011

This is not what it looks like

A packed (unopened) light-lemon colored Millipore syringe-filter that I accidentally brought home in my pocket and casually placed on the dining-table, instantly and almost violently startled my parents who were eating dinner.
"Is something wrong?" I thought.
I looked at the filter again...DAMN!!! THIS IS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE.....
The stupid thing looks exactly like a condom :|
Funny how I never saw it that way in the lab

A few more

I remembered you till the time I didn't call. (wrote this one before)

I hear all these nice things people say about breakups and I wonder if i was dating a mean alien.

Break-up is so called because you break a bad habit and grow up.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

The best year

2010 has been a great year for me, I will go on to call it the best year of my life despite it serving me the most horrifically painful moments I've even faced.
It started with a decaying relation with my closest girlfriend ever, we celebrated the New Year party separately.
UMPM-2010, the international conference at IMTECH that I got the opportunity to anchor.
The extreme bliss of being loudly appreciated by the sarod maestro Pt. Biswajit Roychoudhary at the spic-macay function at UMPM-2010
Her parents taking her to Bombay, followed by more putrefaction of our relation.
The most horrible Valentine's -- Dog Show and Salad bar
JeRi rescue
Ekta: Friends after 14 years
Harman's wedding and all the time up to it -- the first big revelation of my life
The Break-up
A week of relief
Months of regret
Bike ride to Thanedar with Harman and Anuj- Surreal. The horror of getting back to reality; very real.
Shehanai vadan
Riti's gift
Bike ride to Rishikesh with Anuj.
Shaadi.com
Trip to Di's
Anita and the effort to get married and shut the doors behind me
First flight
First trip to south
Second manic depression of the year
Possibly one the handful who know what it feels like to make-out in depression.
First interesting chat with a stranger on a plane, Archana D. M.
Relief of getting back home without a putative wife
The relapse
Wedding story: The End
Marriage Phobia: The Beginning
First time experimental characterization of my molecule
First time I started to see what my work has to be and...can be.
Actual value of my single-hood; priceless
Sleaze and Raunch: somethings are meant to be forgotten
Fresher Party: performed the song with Kit, Manav and the kids...HiT!
Reunions: Romit, Karanpal, Navinder
Second trip down South.
My first poster and poster presentation at SBC, IISc Bangalore
The second trip down south and the revelation of my scientific status quo
The poster presentation mistakes I will never commit and lose could-be friends
The huge malls and the first horror house trip
Walks and bus rides: Loved Bangalore.
Loved IISc and all the experiences
First night flight: beautiful city lights and a horrific landing.
Returned maturer (or so I think), returned with plans.
The best time ever in the lab; either the boss or we weren't around for almost the whole of the month.
The final relapse.
The best Birthday celebration ever: celebrated with all my friends and also with my family.
Met a maturer but still very playful Jeri
Drive to Kasauli with Di, Dan and Chiki on Christmas
My ex's wedding
Saw Harley Davidson up close, for the first time.
Surreal through-the-night conversation with a stranger: amazing
A great party: Mr. Jolly and Mr Facebook

Goodbye 2010, thank you for everything.

My quotes

An ardent follower of Ashleigh Brilliant's quotes, his style inspired me to pen a quote, the thought of which was soaring in my mind for sometime.

I've forgotten you but I remember us so clearly

I loved you with all my will; I hated you effortlessly.


There's a lotta love out there, the challenge is to obtain it from the right kind of person.


-Jesse S. Samuel

Thank you Ashleigh for the inspiration.

Saturday, January 01, 2011

010111

010111 or MMXL and as you might have guessed it, stands of the 1st of January 2011. As usual time passed me by too quickly for me to do anything about enlisting resolutions (NYR or New Year Resolution) or even cerebrating on what should be top priority in my life. So I woke up very late in the morning with a blank head a residual alcohol in my breath. There was too much to be done in too little time so I just slept some more thinking "hey I have to run anyway, so why not rest a bit more".
Confused people are confusing me about how to deal with them. This is silly, does it not make me one of them now.
I got the bike serviced and reached the lab by 4:00pm, this is the latest that anyone has ever dared to step into the lab with the boss around even if it's a holiday. But in the whole day there was one stretch of time when I a situation hit me. I slipped out of my lab (yeah they hate my guts) to pay the internet bill of which, today was the last day. It was very cold, cloudy, the breeze was strong. Riding a motorcycle in such settings is such a pain but for some crazy reason, also enjoyable, even if in a masochistic sense. On the way back to the lab I slowed the bike while crossing fruit vendors thinking I'd much on some apples, guavas or maybe bananas to satiate myself for I had not eaten since late morning and it was 4:30 in the evening. I couldn't decide and slowly the fruits passed me by and halted the bike next to a soup vendor a few yards away from the former. I ate three eggs and then I had soup. It was pretty cold, the few pedestrians that passed by had half their faces buried in their muffler and jackets. Life appeared to move in slow motion till a fast car shot past. Like I mentioned before, it was bit dark due to the clouds and it made the whole desolate area appear like a painting. Light fog, or even thick one, makes trees appear exceptionally beautiful. I've wondered many a time as to why this is so, probably because it hides out the inner parts, the branches and makes the peripheral part, the outer leaves, stand out and as a result the whole tree appears more like a painted tree than a real tree. Suddenly the stillness was broken by vendors rushing around and my soup vendor seemed to have a panic attack. I realized it was probably the municipality truck on a raid to check the roadside vendors. MC confiscates everything and fine them. My soup vendor requested me to help him move his four wheeled cart. I rushed to my bike to keep the soup bowl aside and helped the guy get his cart off the pavement. Had he attempted to do that alone, he'd break a couple of hundred raw eggs piled up. No sooner was the cart down, he disappeared like so many other vendors that were there. There I was, parked on the side of the road in the bitter cold, sitting on my bike and consuming hot heavenly soup. A few people crossed me giving puzzled looks. After all a guy sitting on a bike on the side of the road, holding a steamy soup bowl, for which there was no origin anywhere close by, must have appeared strange. Ah it's been a cold cold day.