1. The white glowing screen with colored boxes showcasing DNA mapping
techniques and even colorful letters stare into my eyeballs – it conveying
nothing more than a mere movie gone extremely sluggish and me trying to
understand nothing other than interpreting this fake, sombre classroom as
a virtual world which has been programmed for 45 minutes; the process
destined to end with the colorful screen exhaling a warm breath and
cooling down to darkness.
―13th March, 2012, M.sc 2nd year, class: RDT
Blood and tears – the only drinks that satiates man’s true thirst. But blood,
red in color, innocent and young, just as it is red; tears, aged a million years,
shrewd and nonchalant, and heinous enough to sheild its true colors. Man
cannot escape tears.
―13th March, 2012, M.sc 2nd year, class: RDT
A feeling so intense
Rocks the waves from the bottomless ocean
To come back only as froth
That wets the sand
And goes back taking some along
The thin line that meets the margin
Where your eyes glitter wth the sun
The dark orbs eclipse my vision
Water flows past me in several streams
Multiple rivers of ecstasy
The dead leaf with a drop of dew
Carrying the burden of the waves tumbling on it
Chipped at its side, crumbles like crust
The dark sun watched, closes its lids
The leaf drowns
Tumbling waves and eclipsed sun.
―19th March, 2012, M.sc 2nd year, class: Microbiology