I am the Saaar

I did it finally. I knew it would finally come to this and I did it. I enrolled myself as a research associate in my department.
And this gesture of foolish bravery will surely demand a change in life style. First I must ensure that I NEVER shave my beard, not let my grandmother convince me to do it. When I look at the "long" history of my department, I have come to the conclusion that only people with beards got successful results for their projects. Now I am not sure if I will be an exception in that case, but I pray each day that the laws of co-incidences always hold in my favour.

I will have to remember to stop combing my hair, not that there's much of it left, thanks to the water from the water "treatment" plant. I will have to carefully fold my shirts to have random creases, and then walk around writing down formulas in the air. Since we have a formal dress code and noise levels in the halls are to be kept frustratingly low, I dont think I can run around like Archimedis yelling "Eureka". I guess I will have to resort to something else.

What sets me apart from the other research scholars who have joined latelty is the fact that I will have to take classes for the first year MTechs in my department. To those of you who think that it is a noble chance to impart and share knowledge, let me draw your attention to the fact that I will no longer be allowed the simple pleasures of playing the guitar in lab and singing the likes of the "bulb" song.

All non-student communities can now take some time to sympathise with me. All student commumities can tremble in fear when they hear my song:

Behold this card, the red tag cries out
I am the Saar, I am the Saar
Bow to me, I make this loud
I am the rice in your sambar

Bow to me and you shall pass
All my tests, numerous they are
Laugh I will at your assignment code
For I am the Java in your .jar