The second year blues

I couldn't hold out any longer, I'm blogging again.

I've been thinking about it of late, what actually made me want to be a Biologist....and I realise I dont know.
Oh sure, I wondered about it, just like how I thought it would be cool to be an Astronaut or a Doctor or the Captain of the Starship Enterprise or a grocery store owner(umm..very briefly during ages 6-9,when apparently the thought of being behind a cash register warmed the cockles of my black heart). But I dont ever remember having that one coherent thought , where I knew clearly this is what I want to do for the rest of my life.
Did I just end up doing what I do today by default? A natural process of elimination? Because I got good grades in biology and sucked in Physics?
Dont get me wrong, I like my research,I like the entire process of asking a question and figuring out ways to answer it and on some days, I'm even good at it. But could there be something out there that I could be potentially great at, what if I was meant to be the world's greatest dog walker?
What if I never find out....

Move along now, nothing more to see here

I have decided to stop blogging for now as saving the world is a lot harder than I thought. Weekends aren't enough, its becoming a full time job......and there is that PhD thing that I am doing on the side.
If anyone still reads the blog, I might write stuff now and then after an especially exciting day, or I might just change my mind and blog tomorrow, seeing that I'm a super hero and can really do anything I want.

But for now it looks like the story of the naked women at the Y will go untold, its a sad day indeed.

I miss..

.... the sound of home
the sloppy wet kisses of Lupe
snatches of train conversation during my commute
the trashy tabloid stories of Midday
Finding long forgotten books at those pavement book shops
those annual book exhibitions that I would sneak out from work to attend
coming home to the familiar smell of a home cooked meal
midnight walks along the street with lupe....and Alby and his posse for company
The faithful services of BEST bus #137 coming back from work
the undeniable convenience of a rickshaw ride
Sunday Mass and the reassuring presence of familiar faces around.
Knowing that there's family right down the hall
knowing that Goa is just a short plane ride away (...even though I rarely made it)
Monopoly with Ubergeek (which I almost won)
Ubergeek
Wierd birthday dinners with the whole family
the company of my dysfunctional siblings
reminescing about MSU with my "lost in neverland" friend
Mum and Dad trying to make me Fat whenever I'm in Dubai.
Lupe sleeping next to my feet
...not feeling alone so much.


Next week's post..Naked women at the Y ,by public demand... that ought to brighten things up.