It has been a few days since he had completed meiosis. Sperman was now an official ‘spermatocyte’ - one floor down from the B-floor.

Drops of sweat dripped down his face and he was flushed crimson from all the stress.

It was a perfect day. The sun was at its best—scorching enough to warm your face but not your tea. Sperman stretched himself and sat in his bed, curled up among his blankets, looking through the window. Outside, people were still finding their way to their respective destinations. He remembered his first day’s meal and the long nap that had followed. Those were the days. He highly doubted if he could ever be that carefree again.

It had all started when Sertoli reappeared the day after his previous instruction overload.

Indian-born Nobel Laureate Venkatraman Ramakrishnan had once called the Indian Science Congress a “circus”. There aren’t many grounds to dispute the label following the most recent events.

Sperman helped himself to a short break. He had tirelessly divided and divided for the last couple of days, that he had lost sight of where he was! Feeling thoroughly drained, he looked around hoping to find someone to ask for help. But, no one seemed to be bothered!

“Dude! Look at madam! She’s so into her work that she’s gonna spill her coffee!”

“Haha, you are on, my friend. As busy as she is, she excels in multitasking. Your wallet is going to miss the sweet hundred bucks note”

“Look at you, all acting pro in betting. I’ll take that bet!”

The neurotoxin series: Part 1. The first of a series that talks about the neurotoxins found in the cone snails.

In 2009, a journalist named Christopher McDougall published a book called “Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen”. It is an odd combination of popular science, tirade against the modern running-shoe industry and a true story.