Comfortably dumb

This is a song sung by a PI when he caught his student fabricating data...

comfortably dumb


hello, hello, hello
is there anybody in there?
why hide if you can hear me,
is there anyone in lab?

come on now,
i hear you're spinning down
i saw your crappy stain,
come on, get up on your feet again

relax?, (yeah right!)
i need some primary data first,
just the basic numbers,
can you show me where it curves?

there is no stain, you are deceiving
a distant spot apprears on the quadrant
they are only coming through in gates
your cells glow?, but i cant see what you're saying

when i was a grad, i had an experiment
my hands felt just like two pipeting tools
now i got that feeling once again
i can't explain, you would not understand
this is not how i am

You have become, comfortably dumb



Ok,
just a little photoshop-trick
there'll be no more graaaaaaant
yeah, i can be a little prick

can you publish?
i dont believe its looking good
that'll keep you going for the year,
cmon its time to work

there is no data, you are procrastinating
a distant hope in your experiments,
you are only coming through in waves,
your lips move, but i cant hear what you're saying

when i was a grad, i caught a cheating kid
out of the paper of his PI
i turned him over, so he's gone
i sure put my finger on that now,
the kid is gone, the papers gone

you have become, comfortably dumb

At the mountain top

Once upon a time, there was a breeze - a delightful, warm gust of air - the Wind
He decided to embark upon a journey - to the tallest of all the mountains he could find
He met the Sun along the way - they became the best of friends
Warm breeze flew through the trees and it was paradise they wished never ends
The Sun and the Wind - seemed unseparable
But the Wind's determination to reach the peak was undefeatable
So he left the Sun alone to continue his quest
Atop the high hills and through the dense forest
As he saw the peak within reach, his joy grew
He sped towards the top, passing mountains as he flew
Exhilarated by his feat, he looked around - victorious and proud
All he saw was cold ice till the horizon and a single black cloud

Home - in a more literary sense

I was in Richmond, CA for a week for some training. And during that week, i realized that i had finally accepted LA as my home. The whole week there, i was a bit uncomfortable, being in a new area, living in a motel. Sleep at night wasnt as great as i normally have. My flight to LA got delayed by an hour, and i was feeling something which i havent felt in a long time - desire to get back home soon. I practically ran form the gate to the airport arrivals area. And when i finally reached home, i felt a sense of security.

Its been almost a year since i moved to LA. But the sense of belonging to my current apartment wasnt quite there. But it is now - too bad that i will move out in a year's time.

Then i realized that how much home, i mean the place you live in is connected to your sense of belonging. In the years that i lived in the 'wada' in Shaniwar Peth, that was my home - until we shifted to a temporary new apartment. The new apartment, for some reason, did not invite that sense of being 'home'. It wasnt until we shifted back to Shaniwar Peth - in a new apartment built over the same place - that i felt this was it. Curiously, architecture wise, or floor plan wise, i liked the temp. apt better - but it wasnt home. I would have thought that being there for three whole years will give me a sense of belonging there - but no, it wasnt quite that way.

And now after almost a year in my current apt in LA - it is home.


As they say - home is where your heart lives - mine lives in Shaniwar Peth, Pune and Westwood, Los Angeles - both places are now 'home'