Recently overheard during lunchtime at an academic seminar:
Getting a PhD these days is like wearing a pair of trousers. If you don’t wear/get one, you are noticed and if you wear/get one, you are not.
HERE'S A PEEK INTO MY SOUL
- COMPOS MENTIS
- kolkata, India
- if i were a man, i would mouth slogans like fidel castro and still own a private jet. since i am a woman, i let men be such hypocrites. impatient, hot-tempered, garrulous and taciturn by turns, i am also a social anomaly, an anachronism, a drifter, a dreamer and a pucca anglicized 'tyansh' from kolkata. love winding roads, the sea, books, book lovers, fashionistas, perfumes, churches, cemeteries, home-cooked food, academics, the erstwhile bangali aantel, and the smell of sandalwood, oranges and green chillies. loathe disrespectful 20-somethings, teenagers, winter and monsoon evenings, my mom crying, my dad losing, pettiness, zits, insects and navigating waterlogged streets in sarees.
AND ALSO GUILTY OF BLOGGING ARE...
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