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2 weeks to go...

Nothing is coming in its way now.

I cleaned up my room (more importantly my fan) and now the environment is conducive for me to sit and study and speculate. All the clutter is also gone (or hidden). I just need to concentrate and study now. I will do it...

Another thing which was pending was the review for Ghajini. I finished writing that too (see below). Now my mind is free for other more important things.

Also, my mood is a little better now. After last week's failed experiment I was feeling so low. I didn't do anything except deciding what reagents and other materials are required to make this experiment a success. The cheapest and best option costs Rs. 30,000 only. Prepared the indent and kept it on boss's table with shaking hands, praying that she doesnt scream at me and blame me for the failed experiment. Like most of the time, she didn't say anything, just signed the paper and gave it to me. That was the war I won yesterday. I felt like a school kid trying to get the parent's signature on the report card after failing in all the subjects.

No matter how much we grow up... there are enough happenings which keep us reminding of all the bad things in life.


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