I was looking at the Wellcome Trust website and was amazed to see their budget and their funding opportunities.
I have decided to apply for one of these places soon after I finish my SHO and other things. Its great, I would love to work in India and try and set up a lab there to look at infectious disease vaccine strategies. I really think with the kind of population base that we have, undertaking clinical trials should not be a problem. The real issue there is to find enough funding and be bright enough or be resourceful enough to collaborate with brighter people.
That is the plan,lets see if it pans out!
this is a really good poem about the future saying what I would like to say but better.
My future is uncertain
unforgiving before me is a future
I for which could not chooseno one could choose,
if a god has set a futurefor me I forbid it
I will make my own with so much room
like a blank page so much room to make many mistakes writing
only in pen my mistakes are still seen with obvious embarrassment the mistakes so big, so costly I tear this paper and start with the new
with my future ever so uncertain the paper is still blank with nothing new
- Ian Zeller
Wednesday, August 31
Life!
have been spending the last couple of days writing my report. Its a pain. I now realise how difficult it is to write something meaningful. I could never imagine myself as a journalist or a columnist. Its no wonder that most columns are usually rubbish. In fact, I usually like reading the gossip news which masquerade as columns. I remember the TOI used to have this guy on Sundays (lower left column on center page) who chatted about high -flyers in society!
I can imagine myself covering sport and event journalism, but op-eds no way. I love covering sporting events especially ones where I appreciate the finer points of the game.
Anyway, I shall head back to writing and lab work. Uff..when will this end!
The plan is quite simple. Tonight - all nighter to finish writing my discussion, methods, results properly with indexing. Tomorrow give it to sarah and anne and then on Monday final draft.
lets see how it goes.
I was just looking at the US open website which has the biggest blunder in the world. Lets see if you can figure it out!!
Go to http://www.usopen.org/en_US/news/media/classic.html and sopt the blunder!
I can imagine myself covering sport and event journalism, but op-eds no way. I love covering sporting events especially ones where I appreciate the finer points of the game.
Anyway, I shall head back to writing and lab work. Uff..when will this end!
The plan is quite simple. Tonight - all nighter to finish writing my discussion, methods, results properly with indexing. Tomorrow give it to sarah and anne and then on Monday final draft.
lets see how it goes.
I was just looking at the US open website which has the biggest blunder in the world. Lets see if you can figure it out!!
Go to http://www.usopen.org/en_US/news/media/classic.html and sopt the blunder!
Wednesday, August 24
Monotony
This is my life for the next few days:
Wed : morning in room - writing or in lab working
Afternoon - meetings
Evening - dinner with Jan
night - chatting with
Thur : morning - writing
Afternoon - lab work
evening - cricket match
>9pm - writing and chatting
Fri- morning to evening - writing
night - chatting
Sat - writing morning to evening
night- dinner with Richard??? or chatting with
My Life - a poem in prose by Tootles
What a monotonous life I lead
dreary and dull, I yearn to be freed;
Time seems endless as the days merge into weeks,
like a zombie I awake and trudge through days
where today seems like yesterday,
and tomorrow awaits me like today.
What is it about writing that makes me dread the morn,
disprited, lifeless I feel as I switch the laptop on;
Yet I work because I know,
the future will bring a time,
when the days will flow
and I shall be fine.
Wed : morning in room - writing or in lab working
Afternoon - meetings
Evening - dinner with Jan
night - chatting with
Thur : morning - writing
Afternoon - lab work
evening - cricket match
>9pm - writing and chatting
Fri- morning to evening - writing
night - chatting
Sat - writing morning to evening
night- dinner with Richard??? or chatting with
My Life - a poem in prose by Tootles
What a monotonous life I lead
dreary and dull, I yearn to be freed;
Time seems endless as the days merge into weeks,
like a zombie I awake and trudge through days
where today seems like yesterday,
and tomorrow awaits me like today.
What is it about writing that makes me dread the morn,
disprited, lifeless I feel as I switch the laptop on;
Yet I work because I know,
the future will bring a time,
when the days will flow
and I shall be fine.
Sunday, August 14
Room shift
Once I got back from Berlin, I was faced with the uncomfortable and saddening task of shifting rooms. My room in college was the most lovely room I have ever lived in. Its a wood decor room, large spanking clean and with a lovely view of the college quad.
I have now shifted into University accommodation in this 1960's building which seems never to have been renovated or done up since. Its located in Wellington Square, which I have been informed by authoratative local sources (aka RR) was the first houses to have got hot water in 1860. Amongst these lovely 1860's houses on either side of this square you have this ghastly looking 1960's concrete block of rooms. I must admit I am very lucky to get a room facing the square as the other side of the block faces Little Clarendon street and often gets very noisy on Friday nights ( this is thanks to the Duke of Cambridge have long happy hours).
Facilities are ok, the corridors are poorly lighted, stink of plaster and remind me of Egyptian tombs -musty and decaying. Other than all this, its a lovely place to live in. Central location, surrounded by Jericho to the West, Gloucester Green to the South, St.Giles to the East and Woodstock to the north. So, its great to eat, watch movies but a fair distance from my lab.
Despite all this, I like the room. Its quite large even if it shaped like a square box. The cupboard consists of a alcove in the wall covered by a curtain. I do believe that I am treating this room unfairly comparing it to my previous room and criticising it at the drop of a hat.
In its favour and almost vital to my growing girth, G&D's ice cream is below me!! I spent the first day here consuming a "Purity and Danger" in the afternoon and then " Bailey's and Sweet cream" later in the day!!
Thats how I feel about my old room :
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home, where my thought’s escaping
Home, where my music’s playing
I have now shifted into University accommodation in this 1960's building which seems never to have been renovated or done up since. Its located in Wellington Square, which I have been informed by authoratative local sources (aka RR) was the first houses to have got hot water in 1860. Amongst these lovely 1860's houses on either side of this square you have this ghastly looking 1960's concrete block of rooms. I must admit I am very lucky to get a room facing the square as the other side of the block faces Little Clarendon street and often gets very noisy on Friday nights ( this is thanks to the Duke of Cambridge have long happy hours).
Facilities are ok, the corridors are poorly lighted, stink of plaster and remind me of Egyptian tombs -musty and decaying. Other than all this, its a lovely place to live in. Central location, surrounded by Jericho to the West, Gloucester Green to the South, St.Giles to the East and Woodstock to the north. So, its great to eat, watch movies but a fair distance from my lab.
Despite all this, I like the room. Its quite large even if it shaped like a square box. The cupboard consists of a alcove in the wall covered by a curtain. I do believe that I am treating this room unfairly comparing it to my previous room and criticising it at the drop of a hat.
In its favour and almost vital to my growing girth, G&D's ice cream is below me!! I spent the first day here consuming a "Purity and Danger" in the afternoon and then " Bailey's and Sweet cream" later in the day!!
Thats how I feel about my old room :
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home, where my thought’s escaping
Home, where my music’s playing
Berlin trip photos
Am posting photos from my trip to Berlin from the 3rd to the 6th of August. This trip occurred after much drama, abuses at visa offices across the world and large international telephone bills. It was a great trip. I am in love with Berlin. Its a fantatstic city, large, relaxed, cosmopolitan and has some great history to go with it. Its an eerie experience to live in a city which is divided by a wall. We stayed in erst-while East Berlin while a lot of the tourist spots were in West Berlin and it is interesting to see the difference in the buildings in the two areas.
I shall post some more photos after this.
I shall post some more photos after this.
Saturday, August 13
That is Schloss Charlottenburg. It is a baroque palace which was the summer residence of some German king's wife. A diversionary note: All German kings are named either Freidrich or Wilhelm.This terrible lack of creativity was the major reason why the Dravidian race decided to shift south after the Aryan invasion and therefore we still have creative names originating from this part of India compared to Rahul and Nikhil!!
That is the Berlin wall and its components. From the front to back you can see the different fortifications that were built as part of the Wall complex. First the wall itself, a 10 foot high concrete reinforced structure. Behind it is a plain area and then a patrol road which is lighted by the street lights you can see. Behind the street lights is another barbed wire fence. It was quite a brutal structure.
Friday, August 12
Mini World Cup photos
I captained the Indian cricket team ( yeah! It sounds much more impressive than it actually is) in the Mini World Cup organised here at Oxford. It was great fun and the team really got along. I shall put up the match reports later but here are some photos.
We played against tournament favourites Australia first. The match was a scintillating game, exciting till the last ball. We played out of our skin to push the Aussies to the wire. They won off the last ball, needing one run and by one wicket. I think we were just very unlucky.
There were some unforgettable moments. Niranjan's direct throw from cover with only one stump to see. Mindanao comatose outrageous innings : 1,1,1,4,4,4,4,4,4,6 retd. Aman's throw from deep cover, one bounce on the stumps to engineer a run out, my huge six ala Lagaan being caught beyond the ropes.
Our next match was against South Africa in what was the final group match and a do or die situation for both teams. We ran up a modest 113 and then in another thrilling finish the South Africans needed 10 of the last over, thanks to Raman's and Diganta's great last two overs. With 4 runs needed for a win of the last ball, the batsman struck the ball beautifully past the extra cover fielder. The ball was surely going for four, when Nikhil making an easy 40 meters from deep point picks the ball up and hurls it in an unforgettable arc towards the non-strikers end. It was a wonderful throw anyway, one bounce over the stumps but under the circumstances it was BRILLIANT!! The batsman only ran two! We won by 1 run and moved into the semis!
Pakistan -our old nemesis....and the less said about this match the better. We bowled ourselves out of the match allowing Pakistan to rack up 195 in 20 overs.
The only feature of the match was getting a particular person out for a duck. This person had declined playing for India in favour of Pakistan because he believed that he would have a better chance of winning with a better team. There was a lot of needle there and we were delighted to have got him for a duck. I caught him behind the wicket and it was truly an exhilarating moment. I screamed for joy and Niranjan the bowler did this jig right in the center of the pitch.
We played against tournament favourites Australia first. The match was a scintillating game, exciting till the last ball. We played out of our skin to push the Aussies to the wire. They won off the last ball, needing one run and by one wicket. I think we were just very unlucky.
There were some unforgettable moments. Niranjan's direct throw from cover with only one stump to see. Mindanao comatose outrageous innings : 1,1,1,4,4,4,4,4,4,6 retd. Aman's throw from deep cover, one bounce on the stumps to engineer a run out, my huge six ala Lagaan being caught beyond the ropes.
Our next match was against South Africa in what was the final group match and a do or die situation for both teams. We ran up a modest 113 and then in another thrilling finish the South Africans needed 10 of the last over, thanks to Raman's and Diganta's great last two overs. With 4 runs needed for a win of the last ball, the batsman struck the ball beautifully past the extra cover fielder. The ball was surely going for four, when Nikhil making an easy 40 meters from deep point picks the ball up and hurls it in an unforgettable arc towards the non-strikers end. It was a wonderful throw anyway, one bounce over the stumps but under the circumstances it was BRILLIANT!! The batsman only ran two! We won by 1 run and moved into the semis!
Pakistan -our old nemesis....and the less said about this match the better. We bowled ourselves out of the match allowing Pakistan to rack up 195 in 20 overs.
The only feature of the match was getting a particular person out for a duck. This person had declined playing for India in favour of Pakistan because he believed that he would have a better chance of winning with a better team. There was a lot of needle there and we were delighted to have got him for a duck. I caught him behind the wicket and it was truly an exhilarating moment. I screamed for joy and Niranjan the bowler did this jig right in the center of the pitch.
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