I submitted my thesis today, and strangely I feel sad. I do not feel happy or even relieved. When I started my PhD, I thought by the end of it, I will feel like Norgay or Hillary and be on top of the world. I thought it would be a great success, and something never attempted before. But alas, all I feel is what Andy Dufresne might have felt like after escaping the Shawshank prison. My whole PhD has been nothing but a prison for my scientific spirit, incarcerated for all the wrong reasons. The writing of the thesis has been nothing less than Andy's escape from prison, crawling through 200 metres of sewerage. At the end of itall I feel is, "Well... I am free, now I have to bathe and cleanse my system to start afresh". Those are my thoughts exactly. At this end of the PhD, I feel like a fool undergoing all the stupidity and mediocrity. What meaning is left in PhD, I wonder.
I am sick and tired of it, and I do hope the damn thing gets accepted. Well, even if it is'nt, I guess I am not going to do anything about it. There are far more meaningfulthings in life than a stupid indian PhD.
I am sick and tired of it, and I do hope the damn thing gets accepted. Well, even if it is'nt, I guess I am not going to do anything about it. There are far more meaningfulthings in life than a stupid indian PhD.
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I empathize with you and am glad you are out of this muck it might stink for sometime but this was the worst that it can ever get....
PS: i guess by the end of my thesis i will be repeating your words too :P