My Heart IS Weak---Literally

Anyone who knows me,knows what a big foodie I am.so after 3 months of hogging every possible type of unhealthy and greasy food ,here I am with severe chest pain which often leads to a painful left arm.

At the age of 18 ,my doctor says my heart walls are thick and perhaps my cholesterol level is high.So after 3 days of painful tests(echo cardiography,LPT,RE,CS and what not),my eating greasy food is restricted and I am giving up CHICKEN.

God ,you made me ugly I did not get pissed off,you gave me no girlfriends I was nt pissed off ,you sent me to a place with not one good looking girl I didn’t complain ,but CHICKEN…You are cruel..

First Day at The Department

Like almost all other Engg student I find boasting about my inability to cram boosts my credentials of being intelligent.No wonder ,I did not opt for Biology in my high school.My friends and I wasted no opportunity of making fun of the Biology students.As they say 'One who digs a pit for others ,fall into them themselves'.SO after clearing IITJEE,here I am studying BIOTECHNOLOGY AND BIOCHEMICAL ENGINEERING.

This blog might sound as a face saving measure but trust me I actually felt interested in whatever little we were taught today at our introductory classes.


I mean figure these out.
In -90 degree celcius in Antartica,microbes survive.Think about the natural blankets they have.



the density of information stored in a modern day chip is nowhere in the vicinity to the density in DNA.

The thing that distinguishes all those brands of liquor is nothing but the yeast that was used for fermentation


I mean look around guys ,there is so much Biology in everything around us which raises so many questions,....I as an "Engineering" aspirant ignored this throughout my life.
And today afetr the class I started thinking about all the secrets left to be explored in Biotechnolgy.


Man !!!!I am hungry for more of this ....Any other biotech guys /girls

HUNGRY KYA??


And to my old classmates from biology...I am sorry ,I was myopic

The end of WE

I am not emotional...Well ! atleast I think I am not.I am the sort of guy who is always ready to pounce upon any opportunity to demonstrate this.Sometimes I succeed but most of the times I realise how ignorant I am of my own personality.

My father is an Army Officer(something I am very much proud of),and for a large part of my childhood my father was posted at the border.My sister ,mother and I stayed at what we call SF quarters (Seperated Families).Every year ,dad came home for 2 months.That was the best part of the year,cos' dad's arrival meant good food and lots of gift and most importanly,dad's presence.

Naturally ,it was my mother and sister, who were with me for a larger part of my life.Father was the special person who called us every morning from the "Field Area".

My mother is very fond of Bengali literature.Her fondness for literature was so fierce that by the time she was 15 ,she had already finished all Rabindra Nath Tagore that was available to her. Mind you , her parents both being teachers ,she indeed had a lot available .

However,me and my sister cannot read Bangla.

Our not knowing bangla made no difference to her.She was determined to make us know about OUR own culture.So ,in our summer vacations,in the afternoons ,she used to read out Rabindra Nath Tagore's short stories.Though I loved listening to her ,I really hated the stories.Almost every Rabindra Nath's story ended with either a death or a separation,so, I never listened to them.But my mother cried reading them and I could not make out why.


My sister is three years elder to me.She is F A T...just like every body else in the family.We have to shift every two or three years so I never really had an opportunity to make very good friends.I made one though.She fights,I irritate so that she fights.My favourite activity is to irritate her .She knows this.Yet she fights.May be to please me.


My father is a tall ,dark not so handsome guy.He has his philosophy for every possible thing on earth.I wonder how he knows so much.He is a motivator,a leader and has an immaculate ability to yell.Someone told me,it takes 7 years,8 months of yelling to produce the same energy required to heat a cup of coffee.He surely has heated 2 or probably 3 cups by now.But he is cute.I know CUTE is a rather a rude word to describe an Army Man,but he is cute and I really cannot help it.


We are in Nashik ,for the time being.But we are leaving on 3rd July .We are going to Kolkata.My sister is taking her admission in Army Institute of Management,Kolkata.


With her joining AIM,our moments of being 2(4)gether,for the last time slowly ticks away.
May be now I know why my mother cried reading those stories.
There is something ,that is getting lost with her departure,her separation.
It is the Loss Of WE