Funding

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

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!

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.

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

Thats one side of my room. The photo being taken from the door. The beatles poster was a gift from the Solomon Island Duchess.The Berlin map is my souvenier from my trip. It delineates the different post-war sectors of berlin.

Thats the other side of the room. The window faces out onto Wellington square and a small park. The bookcase is large enough for all my books.

Thats the fateful cupboard I was talking about. The "space in the wall with cloth across it".