Creative Science. Phooey !!

So here is a course, in our university, which forces us to exercise our minds in being creative.

No, not at music. Or art. Or writing.

At designing and analysing algorithms. For science...computer science.

When people spend years in writing, designing and analysing an algoirthm, its published in a journal and they receive the same high I get after half a bottle of Chivas Regal and 10gms of grass. When we students spend 30 minutes in writing, designing and analysing an algorithm in a confined space under the watchful eyes of deprived-of-any-fun-in-life professors, who resemble bald vultures eagerly waiting for their appetizers to perish in a morbid fashion, we don't get a publication. No. What we get is a colossal headache, a failing mark, smirks from fellow classmates who did equally bad, if not worse, and a chance to perform in the same manner again, next semester, until we are old and craggy, losing faith in mankind, and still stuck in the same bleeding class.


The irony of the whole thing? Those same bald headed vultures also took similar courses when they were students (which would be over a millennium ago), but managed to pass. So that means that there are some of us who will also move on. I want to get my hands on those bastards.