24 Hours in the Life of a "Failed" Academician

He had a sleepless night, squirming on bed.
The Sun was burning bright, as he got up and stared at the sky.
He looked around in disappointment, for the slightest trace of the dark clouds. And stormed inside the house, cursing the rain gods.
He was back again, on the terrace, stunned by the sudden downpour!
The scorching Sun was still there, but the rains had brought a smile on his lips...
And he set out, carrying his credentials on the back pack.

The learned wise men were sitting by the roadside,
the dark umbrellas hiding their faces,
there was the rain and there was the Sun,
Yet they sat there, shouting their slogans.
He slowly moved to be beside them,
and took out the credentials to be burnt to warm their hearts.
But the rain gods intervened to spoil the fun....
and made one see reason and abandon the plan.

The leftist intellectual was shouting through the mike.....
"All those with PhD had paid for their degrees....
we have to cane them, stone them and put them on cross"
The years of toil, the hours of hard work....
...all those sacrifices and the days as a slave....

Finally comes the day of the fast,
led by the men drawing six digit pay cheques.....
don't ask us about the acquired degrees......
but do give us more and more money.....
as prescribed by that "mere statutory" body!

One runs away from the madding crowd....
to be with a student from a distant past...
the scientist and the engineer....
on the eve of his wedding....and he tells his fiancee....

"This is my teacher, my most beloved, my most favorite,
..and my most respected....."!!!!

And the drive back was tough on the narrow road...
...with twist and turns at every mile.....
..the ill lit night......the moist eyes....and the rains
....and of course those unruly windscreen wipers!