My demand is very simple
"I'm just satisfied with the best"--Oscar Wilde
Unlike my other weblog, here I shall chronicle pellmell about various incidents of my life, relatives, friends or whatever that touch me along the way. The purpose is to look back on bygone days through these pages and just reflect in solitude. In summary, the bywords of this weblog are `I', `Me', `myself', `mine'. Occasionally I may document the dullest events of the century to bore you to death...
Best wishes to all the SADists
Very low Internet connectivity .... sedentary life ... delicious food .... poetry .... Ulysses .... south gallery in academy ..... abstract art ..... nandan chottore aar kicchu dariwala modernist aNatel ...dhora jaak serokom ekjon er naam holo Holden dedalus....
I'm just four days away to obtain the highest formal degree that any academic institution can offer in today's world. Note that I used the word formal, as, by no means, my intention is to claim any special distinction in the degree. The copies of the thesis in a book form will be delivered from the printer today; which means that all works are complete and I should be all set to participate in the final showdown, i.e., to present the works in a publicly announced lecture, immediately after which, according to rules, I should be handed over the certificate by the chairman of the jury. Theoretically, anybody can be present at the lecture to voice his/her approval or disapproval of the claims in the dissertation. However, there was no instance in the history of the university that a student was refused the degree on the very day of public defence; therefore, this event has more or less become ceremonial.