Chronicles of a desi student

Phase 1: Money!

Free rides from desi community, free lectures inspired by Swades on how Mohan in NASA can still work here and donate money for PHILIPs bulb in Indian village(instead of making the entire village waste weeks on building the dam and also having to brilliantly identify the cause of bulb not lighting),constant rupee to dollar conversion which might result in stomach ulcer, hunger, lack of rational thought, delusion and finally disabling the conversion calculator off one’s mind.

Phase 2: Chaos and Coupling!

Friday nights- free beer and free music. Some hit the dance floor empowered by their new found freedom from their introverted selves (courtesy:beer) ,ambitious few venture out on the mating game….the choices in direct correlation to ones geographical origin…desi,American desi to eventually the others. Some succeed, some pass out dreaming they did. Then there are other I know well who cry watching their classmates drink and dance…”o my your liver, I need you to be alive until I complete that project” or “Can you count this?”.

Phase 3: Getting busy

This is the phase that would constitute most of the stay here for an “average” grad student. It’s the time when your reading papers in the bus and no longer have the time to be awestruck by the couple making out in the seat in front. You get used to seeing the finer experiments of permutation and combination mating….provided to do have the time to notice! Then there are those days that seem like nights and nights that seem like days thanks to snow and loads of work. You get to meet some awesome people and learn new stuff.

(to be continued….after further experiments :))