Requiem for a Dellusion

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Long gone are the days, when i used to muse about what
to do with all the free time i have.
life's on the busy lane. Feels like i am back in
high-school, only difference is the chillin weather
and the hot babes with skinny outfits. "reasearch" is
the term i hated for most of my life, and what's more
satiric than me doing a ph.d.
But as  always things are not the way u think they
would be, in my case it so happens that i came
prepared for the worst.
For a guy, who's only pre-conceptions of research were
the insights given by Dilbert's comics. Mimicing the
life of a ph.d student as a mer e slimy, book reading,
seat warming and monotonic "bum", this small exposure
to research came as a big surprise.

Let me get to the point as i know i am starting to
make little sense, contrary to all the pre-conceptions
( which i am sure most of us share ), i realised its
not what i expected it would be. I aint procliaming
that life of a ph.d student is "FUN". But, just
presenting you an anomaly, its ME.

I will get to the CRUX, as most of you might me
falling under the impression that i am "ON" something.
I took an appointment with my advisor to start
discussing my future work, to my surprise he turned
out to be a "cool" guy, who enquired about my
interests ( academic ) which made me think really
hard, as i never had a field of interest or a penchant
for knowlegde before. I blabbered something, which to
my surprise made sense to me.He ended the meeting on a
good note, saying he would get back to me.

Guess, what the Dog got still lucky. SUSU calls me and
tells me that i am officially an "Understudy" to him,
long live my advisor.
Which basically means that, i can discuss research
problems with him, during the half-time of a soccer
game or a set break in a badi match. The first words
he spoke to me were "footer khelna hai kya ??".

WHAT MORE CAN I ASK FOR :))