"Pain would last for a week, months, seasons and for years but at the end it will substitute by the victory.....but if i quit it would remain forever" - by Lance Armstrong

Thursday, April 5, 2012

one night at gates-hillman center

I have been scolded, for my deeds over the past few weeks, seems very legit; served as an eye opener for me.

KPA, one of the phd students in my lab group, whose project I am taking over, came to me and tried to explain the fact that I have been treated nicely by my prof. till now. He speculates a very strong reason behind it; prof. seems very busy now a days and he strongly suggest not to assume his leniency as if it’s a chilled out time. Sooner or later it will come to you and you will then need to defend.

In retrospect, and keeping my future prospects in mind, I went home early. Not to sleep and rest but to eat dinner and come back to school to study. I chose gates-hillman center coffee shop to sit for my late night studies. It’s a nice place; quite, ambient and away from distractions. I saw a lot of desi’s studying here, I assume last minute fight is still very much in our blood. I started working.

Half past 12, a sweeper came to clean up the tables and arranging chairs around. He looked as if he is on a mission, no measurable reactions or feelings that I can see on this face. He pulls chairs in a hurry, cleans them and arranges in order. I kept studying. Then suddenly, lights on one of the corners of the coffee shop went off. Students sitting there looked around 360 degrees but couldn’t figure out what happened. They continued to work on their laptops. I guess the load on their shoulder doesn’t allow them to waste time in figuring these thing out. Not to forget I kept studying.

I completed my reading of paper before than expected (30 minutes before to be precise). As I started thinking,about how to spend this time. I clicked on my blog and started typing. And I am still typing. This sweeper guy came once again with a vacuum cleaner. I believe he is going to run this machine, the sound of which will echo in this big hall (now almost empty). To my respite my 30 minutes are coming to an end….publishing and logging it off……

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