Really....I'm back. A little over a year has passed since my last chronicled adventures in London. A lot has happened. A lot. As I look over my new living quarters, I wonder where I should start. The lingering smell of stale beer hangs about the place as it did three days earlier when I first moved in. I look towards the door of my room as somebody enters the house. The front door slams.The makeshift plywood wall separating my room from the hall does nothing to filter the all too loud noise. Heavy work-boots tramp about in the hall making their way to the kitchen. Drawers open and slam. I wince slightly as steel cutlery scrape against each other and over the wooden floors of the drawer. I stare at the plywood wall for the umpteenth time, wondering if there is a way to make this room sound-poof. The six inch gap in between the wall and the ceiling does nothing to ease my growing sense of annoyance at what I now officially consider a complete rip off of a room rental deal. Voices resound in the hall again. I sigh deeply....... Oh wait..that's right....I wonder where I should start.
When I got back from London, I dove into my thesis. In truth it was one of the most enjoyable periods of my life. Independent problem solving probably gives me the most satisfaction. I was finished (read: burnt out) with my thesis in August, but by then I had compiled all my work into a one-hundred page report all ready for submission. Now, with August being the time of summer vacation and what not, the professors responsible for grading my thesis were absent and I was left twiddling my thumbs for about forty days. The most upsetting part of this ordeal was the shelling out of a nasty seven hundred and fifty quid as tuition fee....for the distinct pleasure of twiddling my thumbs. This was a bitter pill to swallow, chaps, especially considering the fact that I fall in the strata of society known as "starving university student". The icing on the cake was of course my final grade. After all the work I put in, all I got was a lackluster 7 (out of 10). A bit harsh according to me, but heck, what's done is done. I was just glad to be done. Just in time too, because I had run out of living space in Delft.
Of course, it wasn't like all problems were solved when I left University. In fact...they had only just begun. You see, it was job hunting season...and the jobs weren't biting. The most notable highlights of that period were interview trips, one to Germany for a gig in a blade testing facility and another to Denmark for an industrial PhD. Pity none of them materialized. With funds dangerously low I moved to the East of the country where I took up a three month internship. The pay wasn't great but the best part was that I got to go to Bangalore for a month during Christmas. Nothing like meeting up with long lost family and friends to recharge the ol' batteries.
I came back and then ... hey presto.. the internship got converted to six month job contract. I was pretty damn happy, to say the least...what with funds dangerously low and the ol' body surviving on peanut butter sandwiches for most of the day.
And now here we are, me compressing one year of my life in four paragraphs and you wondering whether it was worth the wait. Heh heh...not to worry lads. I shall draw out these paragraphs to separate posts. I hear blogging is therapeutic. I guess I shall churn the stuff out and see if it does my soul any good.
Cheers!!
When I got back from London, I dove into my thesis. In truth it was one of the most enjoyable periods of my life. Independent problem solving probably gives me the most satisfaction. I was finished (read: burnt out) with my thesis in August, but by then I had compiled all my work into a one-hundred page report all ready for submission. Now, with August being the time of summer vacation and what not, the professors responsible for grading my thesis were absent and I was left twiddling my thumbs for about forty days. The most upsetting part of this ordeal was the shelling out of a nasty seven hundred and fifty quid as tuition fee....for the distinct pleasure of twiddling my thumbs. This was a bitter pill to swallow, chaps, especially considering the fact that I fall in the strata of society known as "starving university student". The icing on the cake was of course my final grade. After all the work I put in, all I got was a lackluster 7 (out of 10). A bit harsh according to me, but heck, what's done is done. I was just glad to be done. Just in time too, because I had run out of living space in Delft.
Of course, it wasn't like all problems were solved when I left University. In fact...they had only just begun. You see, it was job hunting season...and the jobs weren't biting. The most notable highlights of that period were interview trips, one to Germany for a gig in a blade testing facility and another to Denmark for an industrial PhD. Pity none of them materialized. With funds dangerously low I moved to the East of the country where I took up a three month internship. The pay wasn't great but the best part was that I got to go to Bangalore for a month during Christmas. Nothing like meeting up with long lost family and friends to recharge the ol' batteries.
I came back and then ... hey presto.. the internship got converted to six month job contract. I was pretty damn happy, to say the least...what with funds dangerously low and the ol' body surviving on peanut butter sandwiches for most of the day.
And now here we are, me compressing one year of my life in four paragraphs and you wondering whether it was worth the wait. Heh heh...not to worry lads. I shall draw out these paragraphs to separate posts. I hear blogging is therapeutic. I guess I shall churn the stuff out and see if it does my soul any good.
Cheers!!
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