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Disoriented

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It was as dull as ditch water that day. It was overcast and the heavens were covered with so much cloud and mist that prayers were not reaching it. I was in London walking down Coldhabour Lane, when a dove flew straight past me. But, it soon turned back. I could hear it labour against the heavy air. Now it flew in the opposite direction, and then swerved again! This strange activity had now captured my complete attention. I walked at a slow pace about to cross the road ahead when I observed the bird, coming towards me. It looked to its left, then took a right turn, almost as if it was driving a car and wanted to check for any oncoming traffic from the other direction. It was one disoriented dove. I felt a bit disoriented myself as I tried to figure out the reason behind the bird’s flight patterns. For a moment it felt like a scene from a cheap sci-fi flick, where the dove was actually a robot drone sent to spy on us. My train of thought was broken soon as the dove made ano...

Plight of the Indian Researcher: Motivation

INT. OFFICE LOBBY Office social in the evening, with lots of booze around, and many people talking to each other. A I am doing a PhD because ... You know ... I was doing my Master's and I really got interested in neuro. B Ya, me too! C Same here. (They both get a drink and start mingling in the crowd.) D Wow! I am here because I couldn't get into med school.

Plight of the Indian Researcher: Food

INT. LAB OFFICE Four guys taking an afternoon break from work, meeting in the kitchen making some coffee. D What are you guys doing in the evening? A Oh, I have to clone some cells, and do some transfection, might be quite late before I go home. B I have a ton of confocal images that need analysis. I have to submit to X by tomorrow. C I have actually almost finished for the day, but I will be going to a talk from here, in an hour. D Okay! I am going home and cooking dinner. EXIT.

Plight of the Indian Researcher

INT. PUB Four friends gather for drinks. A God made us in his image, but gave us cancer to deal with. I am working on a gene, if you delete it, cancer will be cured. B God made us in his image, but gave us mental disorders to deal with. I am working on a program able to detect abnormalities in the genome of patients suffering from complex mental disorders. C God made us in his image, but gave us mortality to deal with. I am working on a mouse model that presents the symptoms of aging, and I am very close to making a breakthrough that will make us immortal. D (Confused, and a bit uncertain, anxiously flitting through his mobile) ...

Tapasvi’s Language Thing and PK’s Return

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Tapasvi Maharaj: Many ages ago, the whole universe used to speak the same language. Everybody was friendly and understood each other. But soon they became so well acquainted with each other that they did little else other than talk. This habit of talking, which used to be perceived as a very healthy exercise, soon became a problem. The collective power of human beings rose to such level because of this that all creatures of the planet were being wiped out, and soon there were very little wildlife left on earth. As centuries passed, humans evolved to talk louder and louder, and soon they were talking so loud that the din of the voices was proving to be a distraction for Lord Shiva, who enjoyed nothing better than meditating in peace. He was soon aroused from his meditation and quickly developed a temper. He had to come down to earth as an avatar and mingle among the humans to see what was going on. His peregrinations astounded him. Humans were talking so much that they were soon...