Right now, the only degree that bothers me is 48-degree summer and 38-degree winter. Of course, there’s a degree of variation. Separation. Emancipation. Out-of-the-nation. Graduation. Post-graduation. And then there’s a degree that is old. A few that are sold. And several others worth their weight in Gold. And, there are degrees that suddenly go cold, and appear years later only when told. Of course, the reasons can be manifold: claim-and-truly-hold, claim-yet-not-hold, claim-and-then-clean-bowled. Degree chahiye? Bas bolo, Yale lo and behold!