after a long pause

I feel a sense of sadness. A feeling of exhaustion....a feeling that perhaps the young Giebenrath can relate to. Many years from now this feeling will be forgotten and just like the pains from a decade ago seem lost somewhere. There was a time when .... Well, I do not remember anymore. I think what makes me wonder is that life and above all the human soul is not like a burning star-mindless and aimless. Its complexity scares me and above all I know someone who I do not know. Why! I care for this flower because it is mine. The Little Prince would be proud of me for I too have flower.

Who is out there? Please tell me, why is this existence so heavy. What sins am I paying for? Oh! I see. I am paying the price for believing in sin. Did I spend those nights staying awake in vein? Why did you not tell me about this illusion?

Abandoned? Could somebody give me directions to my next destination.

Oye! Faisal! You will be laughing at this in another decade as another epoch where you felt your soul shake. This is LIFE!

Din with Don!

Rain, rain and more rain. Wet streets and paths adorn my view. It could almost be scene from a Hitchcock movie, but alas it isn't. I and twenty other grad students from physics had the honour of having dinner with none other than the man who moved atoms. I am refering to this year's Bethe lecturer Don Eigler. By some stroke of luck I was seated right next to him and it was amusing to observe a person of whom one has heard the name to see so close in flesh. A very inspiring and motivating character, a true scientist and a child, a Peter Lustig.

That reminds me! Yesterday night, while grading I visited the Loewenzahn webpage. I watched the very first episode of Loewenzahn which was made in 1980. I found the reason why he lives in his 'Wohnwagen'. Na endlich! Heute kommt ja sowieso nichts. Also abschalten!

Pehli Raat

0230 hrs .....grading HW7 for Phys 327. Rather boring task. What a view from my desk Raindrops on my window. The sounds of Ankahi are streaming on my laptop. People who are dead are still alive. Such is the power of media. Hats off to Timmy and Mamoon. Back to grading.