I passed my qualifying exam last month :) It’s supposed to be like a PhD project proposal where you tell your committee that this is the project you’re working on, this is why you’re working on it, this is what you’ve been doing so far and this is what you…

I was in disbeleif when I got an email that my abstract has been accepted for the conference in Dresden. I was so sure that I would not get to go that I had not even bothered to check for visa slots or other travel arrangements. Even after the email…

They say that the first phd student is always special to the prof. New PIs make their first PhD student do a lot of work for them and call them special lol. It’s just weird because you’re supposed to be a senior student but you’re just a dumbass junior. But…

5 years from now I will be 30. I just can’t process this. I can’t believe I’ve been alive for 25 years. And I somehow feel that life is going to change after I turn thirty. What if I can’t run? What if I’m too tired to write? What if…

An account too frank to the extent that it might piss off some people but they clearly don’t care about my feelings or well-being, they only care about my work so idc too….. I have to be violent to have even a minimal work-life balance in my PhD. From investing…

Not easy to state the change you made. If I’m alive now, then I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it, Staying put according to habit. …

Did you know that books can have tastes? Here’s my take on how these books tasted to me: The God of small things- Sweetest mango. Poetic and sweet and moving and I enjoyed every single bit of it. Dune- Lasagna. Grand and delicious Born a crime- Home-cooked food, need I say more? Siddhartha- Amrith Gitanjali- Mango The plague, the stranger, the metamorphosis, white night- Like a pungent/sour dish that tastes weird but you want to eat it anyways

Thou still unravish‘d bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring‘d legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

Do not love half lovers Do not entertain half friends Do not indulge in works of the half talented Do not live half a life and do not die a half death If you choose silence, then be silent When you speak, do so until you are finished Do not silence yourself to say something And do…