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An UFO existence might seem plausible!

I have been in this field for 18 long years, though purists may argue that 'long' isn't long enough. Not a cause for my worry though since this is my own blog and possesses works churned out by my thought-factory. Two ideas suddenly hit me during the drone of an early morning Microbiology lecture and what better way to voice out than an entry in your blog?

The first of them ideas is the use of a pen to diagnose infections that may threaten life.Sounds alien than the existence of aliens? As thoughts are the best mode of transportation, driven home efficiently by the epic Mahabharata, this may be completely unfeasible. I wonder why not such an idea as pens are omnipresent in a individual's person for most of his lifetime. They could have microbes present on their skin and over a period of time, analysis of the microbial population on the pen may give us an idea about the skin pathogenicity of a person. How non-invasive and efficient such an analysis would be!

The next is the remnants of my wild imagination running amok. I wish to write a play that encompasses my imagination in its glorious entirety. Not unlike Shakespeare. It should have ethereal sceneries, portraying life with all its crests and troughs, capturing the essence of my dreams in my own letter-assortment and concluding to a climax that elicits a smile across any person in any of the seven stages of their journey. Penning such a play would need a lifetime, which like everyone, I too perfectly have. The beginning, as always, requires a Herculean effort!

These may seem utterly ridiculous, but then, these are the products of a bored mind who keeps shunning his duty to indulge in sheer, unadulterated joy.

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