ATOMIC LOVE STORY!!

Not that I am complaining, but the last thing I think of when you say "Science" is a Proton flirting with an Electron!

Apparently my Chemistry teacher is still not over the “Let there be love” phase from the 70’s. My chemistry teacher today, gave us a briefing about Arhenius and Wohler. Right. So these are guys linked with Organic Chemistry. Both respectable gentlemen I suppose. At least their names sound cool. Take a look at my Chemistry teacher’s take on it. She just portrayed Wohler like a German “dude” with attitude with a capital A. He apparently formulates a cooler theory than Arhenius' to gain acceptance among his peers!

As if that was not enough. What do you have to say about this: “You see, Hydrogen is a very small atom. The smallest, in fact. So it is very "CUTE"(seriously??). And Carbon is big and strong and it makes long chains with its own Carbon friends. Since Hydrogen is so scared of being alone, it decides to stick to Carbon all the time and Carbon thinks Hydrogen is so tiny and cute that it accepts it!!” Screw Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo and Juliet’. This is true love man. I mean… if you are a girl and this tiny whimpy nerd guy who is cute and weak asked you out, would you “share your electrons” with him? Would you?

Check this out. “You eat samosas one day… two day… three day"!! Just when you thought the worst English was that of the security guard at your Father’s office or PrabakerKharre from Gregory David Roberts’ “Shantharam”, you come across My ‘Oh Sooo in love’ Chemistry Teacher! Yeah, so about the samosas… she says you may eat ‘em one day… two day… three day… and then finally, “When you gets the problem no, then what will you do? Chemotherapy!!” Hmm… Strange! All this time I thought it was a simple analogy.

‘Samosas’ : ‘Stomach aches’ : : ‘Cigarettes’ : ‘Chemotherapy’.
Turns out I was wrong. It’s actually vice-versa.

So my Chemistry teacher has now made me go semi-bonkers. Every time I would approach my Honda Activa, I used to remember that Honda add with the fuel efficiency thing where every drop of fuel is beautifully ignited into a round blast of blue and crimson accompanied by a mechanic techno-ish ‘gong’… well you should see it yourself. It’s a cool concept.

Click here to see it. If not, go on reading.

 Now every time I approach my scooter, I imagine the millions of molecules in my fuel tank hitting on each other and romancing off to the moon. Cursed atomic love story. Cursed Chemistry teacher. I never did like the subject much.