December 23rd, 2008 by galadriel

someone asks me what I have done with my life, I actually have something to say back to them: I have had a peer-reviewed journal publication within 2 years of my Masters, what have YOU done?

August 3rd, 2008 by galadriel

Why am I gifted with an advisor who waits a month and a half after my defense to change the title of my thesis? That too after have obtained one committee member’s signature (who’s off to Antarctica on a field trip) and my graduate director (who’s off on some conference and won’t be back till 13th Aug) ?

And since when did I become brave enough to pursue this as a matter of integrity? I simply refused to change the title and obtained all the necessary signatures, much to my advisor’s chagrin? Quite proud of myself I am.

June 24th, 2008 by galadriel

.. I now hold a Masters degree.. Well.. almost.

For those of you who were at the edge of their seats, waiting with bated breath, biting their nails in anticipation of the excruciating suspense being revealed, (yes, all eight of you) thank you. All the support really helped.

Especially Rayshma’s card. Big smile bringer, that.

And now I shall go and drown myself in some Long Island iced tea. Without the Long Island. Or the ice. So just tea, then. Actually, make it freshly squeezed orange juice. Thanks.

June 23rd, 2008 by galadriel

.. For my defense.

‘Nuff said.

January 21st, 2008 by galadriel

The darkness settles down all around. Outside is a haze of cars and buses flying by. The phone rings, but you are certain that if you answer it you will burst out crying. A dozen IMs waiting, you cease to bother. Almost as if life doesn’t make a difference to you. You look at the clock. Almost 5.15. Does time really matter? When everything you’ve worked for in the last 2 years is nothing but a colossal waste of it? You question your own credibility. Your confidence lies shattered to smithereens in some desolate corner of your mind. All you need now is closure. Deliverance.