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Yet another wish...

I wish I didn't have to answer these questions... not now at least.

  • What are your future plans? (A vague trick question. It might mean either of the following 3)

  • When are you defending your thesis? (This one is not very bad, but irritates me when i am not in a good mood)

  • When are you planning to get married? (I thought that at least one more person is required for this one...Right? I can't see anybody around. Sorry.)

  • What are you going to do after your PhD? (It is none of your business!)

I remember the year I could not get through the All India MSc entrance exams and i stayed at home doing some random things like preparing for Bank P.O. exams, reading Pratiyogita Darpan, making 1 and a half paintings and just doing household chores. In between all this i also prepared for the next year's entrance examinations. There was this particular Mallu Uncle who stayed near our home. Often he used to see me either watering the plants or sweeping the verandah. At such moments, he used to stop his bike and ask the same question every alternate day or at least twice a week-- "What are you doing these days?"


At first I used to tell him without getting irritated that i could not get admission in college so i was preparing for my exams to be held next year. Then i really got bugged one day and told him that the exam co-ordinators are not my relatives who have the power to conduct the entrance exam every month, so for one full year i will be doing the same thing, which is preparing for the exam, and once i get through i would surely let him know. He didn't ask me the same question again.


There are so many similar people around. It's not that they care about me, it is just a way to start a random conversation. All these questions have become synonymous to "how are you". And i am least interested in telling these random people about how i am or what i am doing or what are my future plans.


By the way, does anybody know what is the abbreviation of follicular B cells?
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Shazia said…
@ senthil
waah! i am impressed. Lagta hai tumne immunology bahot dhyaan se padhi thi. Ya phir ye google.com ka kamaaal hai? Jo bhi hai, jawaab bilkul sahi hai.
26 November, 2008 19:06
Unknown said…
:)

senthil angrezi mein gaali de raha hain.. :P
03 December, 2008 04:12
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