Wednesday, December 22, 2004

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A six-hour shift cleaning tables, dishing out hamburgers and hauling out the garbage at $ 8 an hour, all night in an empty lab in a cold building wondering why a spread spectrum receiver wouldn't work the way you wanted to, four hour conference calls from a broken telephone, 1 am dinners, the first vacation in a snowy NYC, Greek Mathematicians, Russian TAs, A summer on the baywatch beach, Mrs.Catherine Zeta Jones Douglas - a wonderful person and a colleague, Job offer, Bus No.7, Mussaman Tofu, IMDB and Blockbuster Videos, shopping binge, India ahoy, Home sweet home, Meenambakkam blues, the vetti gumbal, Madras Pavilion, lazing in Houston, one Fall semester and graduation ....two and some fraction years later an optimistic self-confessed idealistic lazy procrastinator returns to Swades with a dream that as big as the hope in his heart.

He claims to know more about himself than when he set out, and oh yeah.. he also has a Masters degree. He knows he is Ignorant and Naive and in the hours of uncertainity he slips a Thank You note to Robert Frost for...

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

( Courtesy " The Road Not Taken")