My ever so dear clouds…
{
Just as one sperm
among 400 millions
fertilises one egg,
one drop of water
among 400 millions,
inseminates a cloud too.
}
Category: Poetry
Letters to a friend – I
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Warm hugs from dry Brazil
To our far away friend in the ‘nether’ lands,
Where people as tall as a sugarcane
Ride small bicycles that are aplenty,
Perhaps, to a Bistro round the corner –
To drink a cappuccino,
Grab a waffle,
Or simply for a stroll.
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Ripples of a holidaymaker
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Enthralled I am to see the shining lights
On the distant horizon,
Emanated by numerous cars and trucks,
Criss-crossing the national highway,
over valleys and hills,
On the way to Jundiai,
} Continue reading “Ripples of a holidaymaker”
Microbial variegation
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Nature’s bountiful Colours
are indeed a treat
to our visual appetite too.
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Continue reading “Microbial variegation”
The Future shall be nothing but Digital !
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Aping another organisation,
while bent on holding on to power,
the famous five shall carry on,
with no one to rein them on.
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Continue reading “The Future shall be nothing but Digital !”
Bruises of many kinds
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A bruised banana
in my kitchen,
Invites many an ant,
Up the wall, by the crack,
Reaching up to the soft crevice.
} Continue reading “Bruises of many kinds”
Knowing you my dear oxygen
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Yesterday I felt what is it to be disabled.
You see I was working at the anaerobic work station.
What is that contraption you may ask.
For many a time, many others and I,
Have been in search of a place,
Where oxygen lacks its presence,
So that we can conduct our experiments,
In its absence.
} Continue reading “Knowing you my dear oxygen”
Our own beautiful sugarcane
An imminent trip to a sugarcane mill near Piracicaba,
with my lab colleagues,
warrants an exposition of words
on our own beloved cane !
Spontaneous overflow
The Skin – the waves of the sea;The curved waist – the beaches;
The breast – the mountains;
The hair – the forest;
The silhouette – the gracefulness of the carioca woman;
And at the feet of the statue the ibis.
The dirigibility of thought
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Two yeasts met in the woods and one of them took the road less traveled by and it made all the difference.
The roads are the divergence point in the phylogenetic tree ca. 200 Mya ago.
(Robert Frost’s original poem is some what different)
The roads are the divergence point in the phylogenetic tree ca. 200 Mya ago.
(Robert Frost’s original poem is some what different)
But what is beyond ?
Is it possible to have an immortal yeast, just like a HeLA cell ?
What happens to mitochondria in industrial yeast strains ?
If yeasts are perennially fermenting in open industrial vats, is it not expensive for the cells to invest energy in genes that it may never use ?
Is it possible to have an immortal yeast, just like a HeLA cell ?
What happens to mitochondria in industrial yeast strains ?
If yeasts are perennially fermenting in open industrial vats, is it not expensive for the cells to invest energy in genes that it may never use ?
Perpetual Motion of Thought 