The n(th) Dimension

I needed a new posting !

2007-05-26T10:57:00.000-05:00

Empty promises

2005-05-04T21:58:00.000-05:00

FYI: This is going to be generic post.

Why didn't I write all these days when I promised I would? I did write. In my diary. Sorry. I can not share all my thoughts.

Summer is at its best, although it has nothing to do with the temperature outside. I saw people in Winter coats today!!! Today was not any better than a cold October day. Heavens, its May. May we please have sunshine?

Summer is at its best. A research project at an established lab coupled with a responsible volunteering position has finally relieved me from the vicious cycle of courses and their exams. Now I have time to read literature along with journal articles; lab work starts at 11 am; have read 2 books in 5 days- M.G.Vassangi's The Book of Secrets and Dan Brown's The Da Vinci Code (reviews will be posted shortly); saw the movie Hotel Rwanda and the interpreter (reviews will be posted shortly); earned a volunteer interviewer position and started my research thesis on Investigation of crosstalk between *********. I should not forget to add the dinners and shopping. Can it get any better?

Of course it can. How can not be preparing for medical school admissions, improving my public speaking and writing skills? I still need a USB key, a timer for my lab experiments and fine tip permanent markers.

For now, I will complete my experiment protocol, for tomorrow.

will write, every day.

2005-04-20T21:21:00.000-05:00

The Rage, the Fear, the Dream, the dazzle.

Yesterday , the truth, Med school, the desires.

Can not prioritize my tasks, can not regard them as separate entities, can not let them mingle.

Having finished my exams, I feel compelled to use this free time (although, the 'free' component is temporary) to evaluate my near past, mark my position on the road to my dreams and plan my tomorrow accordingly.

But, the big question that I ask myself is " What do I want to do?". There is a dream, a destination, but am I ready for it? If I am, then where and why did I loose the zeal?

Agreed that life is full of choices; and I have the power choose but no power to escape the necessity of choice (Ayn Rand). Here, I question the potency of 'I'. If I truly believe in my will-power, why do I experience the repercussions of other's deeds that render me unfocused?

In the hope of these answers, I will pen my thoughts each day. In the anticipation of finding a best friend, I will pen my thoughts each day.

Lastly, for the person who is wondering if I found answers to the questions that we posed last year- Yes, I did. Pity that they were unpleasant.

Inspiration

2004-12-20T22:23:00.000-05:00

Always on my mind, in my heart and soul,
You're the meaning in my life,
You're the inspitation.
- Chicago

When someone told me that these words sound hollow, I ingnored it. But how do I ignore the fact that this world is hollow, education system (at all levels) is unfair, work place is biased, relationships of all kinds are weak, my present is dynamic and future uncertain. I HATE uncertainity. I dislike change. Why? Why am I the person I am? Why do I dream the things that I dream? Why does my head hurt today?

Sorry... I refuse to write...

Possessions

2004-11-24T20:33:00.000-05:00

A.S. Byatt's Possessions, a romantic friction novel and a movie, marvelously elucidates passion and agony experienced by people who are in love. The story begun when Roland Michell, an American scholar, discovered a link between two poets, Henery Ash and Christabel LaMotte during his fellowship in England. With the help of Maud Bailey, an English professor who was studying the life of the Christabel LaMotte, Michell unearthed the romantic relationship between Mr. Ash and Ms.LaMotte.
They never revealed their love to the world since Mr. Ash was already married. They corresponded through letters, expressed their love in poems and lived together for four weeks in their entire life. Yet, their love remained alive and its intensity radiated even after three generations.
The personality of Maud Bailey closely follows the story line for she is the grand daughter of Ash and LaMotte. Throughout the story she had tied her hair in a bun, symbolizing the fact that there are many secrets to be revealed. At the climax of the story, LaMotte's last letter to Ash was discovered, in which she confessed the existence of their daughter, Bailey. Ms. Bailey happened to be the mother of Maud. When this secret was unveiled, Maud untied her hair. This symbolized the fact that the love which Ash and LaMotte shared was free to be expressed in the world. Their relationship was then understood and respected by one and all.

Bailey was Ash's and LaMotte's possession. Their poems and their letters were their possessions. The time which they spent together in France was also their possession. Above all, their love was their possession. Thus, this novel is aptly titled. Possessions.

Le bébé marche

2004-11-24T20:31:00.000-05:00

I would like to express my feelings but I am finding it difficult to start.