Don't Look Or It'll Change

When you're a physics student trying to survive calculus with mathematical blasphemy! The derivative notation dy/dx isn't technically a fraction, but treating it like one sometimes gives correct answers through a mathematical miracle called the "chain rule." Calculus teachers watching physics students divide these symbols like fractions be like: *internal screaming intensifies* But hey, if it gets you through your physics exam without summoning a black hole, who's complaining?

The eternal struggle between theoretical physics and practical engineering captured in one brutal roast. The physicist spends years contemplating quarks and cosmic heat death while drowning in student debt and existential dread. Meanwhile, the engineer is out there approximating π=3 because "close enough," getting rich, and actually building stuff that works. Nothing says "academia vs. industry" quite like choosing between writing anxiously in pencil or confidently counting squares under a curve because integration is for nerds with too much time on their hands. The true irony? Both think they're better than the other while secretly wondering if they made the right career choice.

That moment when scientific existential crises hit you at bedtime! Little Nobita here is pondering the ultimate scientific hierarchy while the rest of us are counting sheep. Euler with his mind-bending mathematical constants and Einstein with E=mc² get the GOAT status, but chemistry and biology are left hanging? Marie Curie and Darwin are probably rolling in their graves right now. The true hallmark of a future scientist—contemplating academic legends instead of sleeping. Next up: trying to remember if mitochondria is still the powerhouse of the cell at 2AM.

Physicists looking at a simple hydrogen atom: "Too basic. Let's make it SPICY." *proceeds to create an equation that requires three dimensions, multiple quantum numbers, and enough Greek letters to make Pythagoras jealous* Spherical harmonics are what happens when mathematicians and physicists collaborate after too much caffeine. Sure, we could describe electron orbitals simply, but where's the fun in that? Let's turn a basic planetary model into an equation that makes calculus look like kindergarten arithmetic!

The duality of physicists! Dismisses astrology as "made up nonsense" but gets absolutely giddy about theoretical spacetime tunnels that might not even exist. Sure, wormholes are mathematically consistent with general relativity, but so is my theory that grading papers causes temporal distortion. The irony of rejecting star signs while worshipping equations that describe cosmic shortcuts nobody's ever seen is just *chef's kiss*. Next time someone scoffs at your horoscope, ask them about their feelings on string theory.

Newton's spinning in his grave fast enough to power all of India every time a hero punches a villain so hard they fly across three districts. South Indian cinema exists in its own universe where gravity takes a coffee break, inertia goes on vacation, and conservation of momentum says "nope, not today!" Heroes casually toss villains through eighteen concrete walls while their perfectly styled hair doesn't move an inch. The knife-wielding goose speaks the truth - physics wasn't invited to this party!