Entering her new world for the first time, she gasped, a sharp intake of breath; in fear that she might wake up and find that this is all a dream. But the lab was real and to Shiela immensely beautiful. Spartan, surgically clean and wildly futuristic – bathed in luminous white work lights there were gleaming work areas, state-of-the-art equipment and most of all brilliant, brilliant people working away at their stations.
Somewhere on the floor Bryan Adams crooned softly from a cell phone ringer -
‘Let nothing come between this and me,
‘Cause everything I want – is everything that’s here’
“Oh yeah baby! Definitely all here!”
‘This place is paradise – it’s the place I call home’
“My new home...” her eyes gleamed.
Mrs. Mather, the lab director, was giving them, the batch of newbies, the Grand Induction Tour.
Mrs. Mather had short, cropped, chestnut hair, sensible pumps and surprisingly glasses that
screamed Prada with a deep, rich voice; far from the frump was expecting, drawing from the image of Mrs. Mather’s counterparts back home.
“And this is the neo-physics section, completely Mr. Gupta’s domain. Marion and Julio – those there, are your stations. Miss. Newson will be your mentor.” Mrs. Mather ploughed on through the tour and allocations.
“And here we have the, entrance to the Chemistry wing where Mme. Scherbatsky rules.”
“Ah Chemistry!” Shiela loved everything about Chemistry, right from the sound of it, to its ever evolving nature; just as much as she loved the man from whom she had inherited this love, Appa, her father.
She thought back to the cataclysmic argument a year ago – Strains of the Cranberries from her brother’s new Bose speakers were punctuating their argument.
“With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.”
“Appa, I really want to go! It’s a great opportunity! The scope for research here in India has become
so limited, it’s almost meaningless.
“Oops!” she had thought immediately; “Now I’ve had it.”
“Are you suggesting that my work is meaningless?” her father roared. She wasn’t able to find the words to explain herself. After what seemed like an interminable pause he said, “It’s your life Shiela.” Turned and walked out of the room.
She was brought back to the present with Mrs. Mather’s deep voice smiling at her, “And Shiela Pundit, you’ve got lab C with Mme. Scherbatsky herself. Lucky you!”
While Dolores O'Riordan was still screeching from her brother’s room,
“But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,”
Somewhere on the floor Bryan Adams crooned softly from a cell phone ringer -
‘Let nothing come between this and me,
‘Cause everything I want – is everything that’s here’
“Oh yeah baby! Definitely all here!”
‘This place is paradise – it’s the place I call home’
“My new home...” her eyes gleamed.
Mrs. Mather, the lab director, was giving them, the batch of newbies, the Grand Induction Tour.
Mrs. Mather had short, cropped, chestnut hair, sensible pumps and surprisingly glasses that
screamed Prada with a deep, rich voice; far from the frump was expecting, drawing from the image of Mrs. Mather’s counterparts back home.
“And this is the neo-physics section, completely Mr. Gupta’s domain. Marion and Julio – those there, are your stations. Miss. Newson will be your mentor.” Mrs. Mather ploughed on through the tour and allocations.
“And here we have the, entrance to the Chemistry wing where Mme. Scherbatsky rules.”
“Ah Chemistry!” Shiela loved everything about Chemistry, right from the sound of it, to its ever evolving nature; just as much as she loved the man from whom she had inherited this love, Appa, her father.
She thought back to the cataclysmic argument a year ago – Strains of the Cranberries from her brother’s new Bose speakers were punctuating their argument.
“With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.”
“Appa, I really want to go! It’s a great opportunity! The scope for research here in India has become
so limited, it’s almost meaningless.
“Oops!” she had thought immediately; “Now I’ve had it.”
“Are you suggesting that my work is meaningless?” her father roared. She wasn’t able to find the words to explain herself. After what seemed like an interminable pause he said, “It’s your life Shiela.” Turned and walked out of the room.
She was brought back to the present with Mrs. Mather’s deep voice smiling at her, “And Shiela Pundit, you’ve got lab C with Mme. Scherbatsky herself. Lucky you!”
While Dolores O'Riordan was still screeching from her brother’s room,
“But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,”
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