Clinical Quote :

There's a very oft-used Quote in Medicine:
"EYES
SEE
ONLY
WHAT
THE
MIND
KNOWS...! "

I GUESS, I AM BLIND !! [;)] [/)]

Errrmmm ...

Nothing much to write in...but, just wanted to write for the sake of writing....!! :)

Hence, Happy Birthday Balloo !! ;)

A good day for me...a dear friend's B'day!
Back to good terms with another very dear friend of mine... [just some silly misunderstanding , blown outta proportion !! ] no probs, i managed it...Communication is the key !! Neva forget this simple mantra !
Some more research into my Dream thing....!! Yep, I have made my mind and am working towards it !!

Yuhooo...I can do it..n I'll do it...!!

Wishing The Best End Of This Eventful Year !! :)
And An Amazing Beginning To The Coming One !

HAPPY NEW YEAR !

HUh!!

Appeared in one more exam...!!
AND Did Very BAADLY !!
huh...
Pitying myself...for not studying ...not studying at all !!
Opened my Ophthal book only for a 3 hour period...IMAGINE...just before the Pre-Universities...Man, I suck !! I am just a hopeless creature on this Big, highly competitive Earth !!
Each day, Each hour, I decided I would study now...but, Nopes, I din't...!!
And you know...I don't feel any remorse...!! Coz I actually din't wanna study...!!
But, after today's plight...
Today's Plight:
Reached the examination hall 15 min late...!!
Saw the paper, and knew, I could manage not more than an hour!!
Started writing, and after flat 45 mins, starting to keep an eye on the watch and my batchmates !
Scribbled some S**T onto the paper...[It is s**t, when you don't know the disease, its definiton, its signs or symptoms, and attempt to answer the treatment given!!]

And there I was, sitting in the hall,
keeping my eyes onto the answer sheet [so that teachers don't get a hit that this girl knows nothing !!],
thinking how can my batchmates ever ask for any EXTRA-sheet [when I couldn't fill even 3 pages of my Main sheet !! and it has some 20 pages.]
feeling shattered for my plain stubbornness for not reading anything !!
making my plans for the coming days and the coming exams, about how I'll cram them, about how I'll develop in me the spirit for studying [ Somehow, the day I entered this college, I have lacked this attitude to study on my own, its only exams that coerce me to study...and I leave the book the moment my calender says, "Exams End!" not picking it up till I am merely 10 days away from the next exams]
And waiting eagerly for someone of my mates to exit the hall, so that, I can follow !!

Finally, after a 2 hour 15 mins jig at the hall,I came out, and had no courage to stay for my friends to come out of the hall and face them...they have all tried their best to motivate me, once, twice, again and again...everytime...!! And I couldn't face them, as I was now realizing my mistake of not listening to them...of not studying !!

So, here I am , Now...
After making a door-poster..saying, that I don't want anyone to disturb me !
After making a Room-Board...where, I have put some Encouraging Words for myself...So that I derive some-kind of motivation to Study !!

So, Bye...I am off to Study !!
Pray for me !!

Exams !

Pre-Universities are ON !!

Amul !!

Guess What !!

Sitting in the Balcony
Eyeing the passer-byes,
My eyes met someone
Whom I thought I identified.
Oh! Mummy and Daddy,
How silly can I be…?
Not identifying my thee!
Mom and Dad come near,
They had gone shopping
And have bought something dear.
Dear to me, they say,
My need, they say.
“Play a guess game,
And have them right away!”
“Guess Game”, I hate to play,
Coz, can my needs and
Their perspective of ‘my needs’
Ever resonate?
Rare, but may !
What I concentrate upon,
Is ‘NEED’ !
Indeed,
My Mom was too excited,
So, I knew, buy’s gotta be her seed !

She’s been after me,
For my ring-less ears,
Yes, the gold bali I used to wear,
Has been ‘FOR REPAIR’ for years.
I thought, she’s got me a new,
And, Guessed as a pair of earrings
Amongst the options few !
“Oh! Yes, It has to be bought,
But, it just wasn’t in my thought”,
Said my Mum gloomily.
And I hated it again,
For I had recalled her
Of an undone task.
Also, for I had failed to mouth
The guess she had asked.
And, I hated it most, for I had to
Again get to GUESSING !
Afresh, I start,
Seeing the size of the buy,
And its shape,
I focus my mind on the art,
‘The Art of Guessing’.
Oh! Can it be the pens,
Those who have eluded me
At five shops,
Those which are the exam-lifelines,
Which chops,
The matter to be read,
‘The HIGHLIGHTER’ !
‘Only important is supposed
To be brighter !’
Once again I guess,
Only to be depressed,
Coz, I have to guess AGAIN !
No, I quit, I will not
Drain my brain
By playing this game,
I won’t have the buy,
And, no one is to blame!
“Oh! My Beta”, my Mum exclaims,
And she opens her shopping
“What! A Shampoo & an Oil”
I said, with a cough,
Almost whooping !
“Yes, dear, your hair
Have been shedding,
And with the intensity of shed,
Baldness, I am dreading !
Everyday, everytime you comb,
A 100 strands of hair I see
Strewn on the floor,
Lying on your shirt,
And on the comb.”
What a sweet gesture,
I think
And my head without a hair
I imagine…
A shiny head !
No hair to be my CROWN
My brain exposed to heat
And sunlight will turn it brown.
No, No !
It can’t be…
No, It shouldn’t be…
And I’ll rate Baldness
Even more worse than sterility
For a Princess,
Or any ordinary next-door-lass!
‘Oh!’ I sprang on my feet
And hug my Mummy,
For she’s a treat !
A treat that I enjoy
Almost every moment,
Full of care,
And, Me and Mumma, coy !

My existence

Sitting in the library, in a completely vacant room with “scribble-creating-noise-kinda-SILENCE”, a BIG Bailey & Love in front of me, And Me, free to act my own way…Since, no-one’s here !
A perfect time to plunge into the depths of life’s philosophies.
Today, I m searching my existence- Who am I? What is the purpose of my existence? Do I know the purpose? Am I working towards achieving it? Will I fulfill it? Or, like the other things of my life, I’ll lose out the battle to God, who’ll snatch away my most coveted, desired, demanded & well-efforted dreams from my wanting, waiting & wailing eyes !



Leaving all questions behind, I come to the basic and the biggest question I want an answer to: WHO AM I? WHAT AM I?
Exhuberant/cherubic/happy-go-lucky/talkative OR sloopy/sulking/sobbing/cello-taped individual ??

Am I the one, 2 yr old, Snow-white, glued to my mom, crying for her leaving me even for a second; wearing 3-4 layers of clothes in a scorching summer heat.

Am I the one, toddler at school, reciting “I am a little tea-pot, Short and stout”; learning the alphabets & digits; dancing to “karo yeh boogie woogie, aayega phir maza” at annual function.

Am I the one, 10 years old, being adamant & snobby for whatever I wanted; tagging “BEST” to friends(in a briefest of times) to anyone whom I came to know.

Am I the one, 13 year old, monitoring classes, eating the chalks, playing dotch-ball; cheating in exams (my 1st and last time-coz I got caught !); talking over phone.

Am I the one, 14 year old, heartbroken for not receiving my Life’s First Most desired thing-the School’s Best All-Rounder Gold Medal- even when I thought I deserved it. My first defeat of life !

Am I the one, 15 year old, loving adventure to the core, as I exclaim, “WOW, Lucky Gal” when my sister got a fractured wrist; my boards & result-good-great-& exactly-like-I-had-accepted kinds.

Am I the one, 17 year old, living in Kota, all alone(tho, only for a few weeks, as mah grandma or mum used to live with me usually); loving competition; trying to excel myself in every subject; working & studying hard, but, never thinking bout the result.

Am I the one, 18 year old, into college; being ragged; euphoric with my feat & glad with the glow in Mum-Dad’s proud eyes; Anatomy dissections; hating MBBS & planning to quit it, din’t wanto study! But, for the sake of not facing failure, cracking exams !

Am I the one, 19 year old, finding grrrreat friends, knowing the different types of people; knowing the different facets of people’s nature; developing a niche for myself; doing my creative things; looking/searching for a companion in someone & a Big face-off from acads.

OR

Am I the one, 20 years old. Now…knowing so much bout life, its philosophies, its truths, Friends, their basic Needs, their varieties-Mean/Matlabi/Good/Great/True/and many more adjectives can be used. Love-its complexities & intricacies & its sheer worthlessness; ACADS-its importance in one’s life, in all, the whole world.

Is it just this year, that has brought in me such changes?
No, it’s the experience of years together accumulated & made me this mature, sensible & knowledgeable !
I think that I have come of age…or More !

I WISH I COULD FLY

Quite an amateur-writing…written sometime, say 3 years back, at a creative writing competition…on the given theme : “I wish I could fly”



On getting the chance to fulfill my wishes I would like to fulfill one wish which I hold nearest to my heart & that is :

“I wish I could fly”
In the blue sky,
Beneath me would lie
Earth like a delicious pie
With lots of sky scrapers
Like grayish drapers.
And Yes, there is something green
But, unfortunately, hardly seen.

I wish I could fly,
And no borders to be limited by.
I could roam free in the space
And could see the earth’s face,
Which is all dark and tanned
Due to pollution which should be banned.

I wish I could fly
And cover long distances in the sky,
Would reach Switzerland to buy
Some chocolates and some dye.
Would shop from the whole world,
And would get my hair curled.

I wish I could fly
And no tickets shall I buy
No traffic jams would irritate me
And I would fly above the tree
No visa would be required
And I could do whatever I desired.

I wish I could fly,
And look at airplanes passing by
Would accompany the birds
In their cow-like-herds.
I wish I could fly …
I wish I could fly…!!

When All You Can Do Is Watch !

The only thing that’s going through my mind is “oh my god, he’s 19.” He got a brain tumour, and he’s only 19. The surgeon’s talking about excision and radiotherapy, and I’m trying to compose my facial expression into something less shocked.

The whole family’s there -– mum, dad and son. Their reactions are heart-breakingly middle-class. Sat in the middle, as though being protected, the boy writes down key words “glioblastoma” and “high-grade” deliberately on a small pad of paper. No doubt there’s going to be a lot of wikipedia searching later, trying to make sense of the crashing into their lives. The dad’s pretty steely but he’s no fool; he places his arm around his son’s shoulders. The mum’s the only one shedding tears actually, and she’s restrained about it.

I don’t think the news came as a shock to them. And they all know what the answer’s going to be when the son asks, “I’m training to be a pilot; can I still fly?” No. That’s what he writes down in response. Meticulously, he writes that damning word down.

He acts as though it’s no big deal, like he’s just been told he can’t eat broccoli again. He doesn’t even seem to hear when the surgeon tells him he might still be allowed to drive. A career over before it starts. A life over before it starts. That’s what I saw today. And that’s what got to me. Most of neurology and neurosurgery is a futile fight. You prove to the patient that their taxes haven’t been wasted because you can tell them exactly why they’re getting those pesky symptoms. But most of what you do seems like blowing into the wind.

And as a student, you feel sometimes that you’re not even doing that. I imagine it as being by the side of a road, watching a terrible accident unfold. And not only can you not do anything about it, but the victim can see that you can do nothing about it. I have never wanted to be out of the room during a consultation, but today would definitely have been a good day for the ground to open and swallow me up. Every now and then, one of the family members would make eye contact with me. And I would return their nod or faint smile of acknowledgement, hating myself inside for being there. Because this is a moment of grief, and one deserves the right to experience grief in private. Did they mind me being there? Probably not. Are these situations unavoidable? Almost certainly. But it doesn’t help to be there when all you can you can do is watch.

Link : http://medscape.typepad.com/thedifferential/2008/11/when-all-you-ca.html

NOBODY KNOWS WHY !!!!!

Nobody knows why….
You feel so special for a person…

Nobody knows why…
You love a certain flower…

Nobody knows why…
You have extra compassion for a stranger….

Nobody knows why…
You can feel somebody else’s pain…

Nobody knows why…
You have a particular dream…

Nobody knows why…
You like one nephew the most…

Nobody knows why…
There are so many bonds with no names…

Nobody knows why…
One is your best friend…

Nobody knows why…
How HE defines things…

Nobody knows!!!

PS: N I don't know who wrote it...But, who-so-ever has written this...Deserves accolades...!! *COPIED MATERIAL*

*A personal touch: Yep, In life, we often end up using these when questioned or while thinking: "God Knows" / "Pata Nahi" !!

Ohhh...Why does it pain? Why does it hurt? Why can't we forget some moments? !!! !!
GOD KNOWS !!

[living in this faith...that God KNOWS everything...Then, why don't you do something...??? !! ]

GOD KNOWS & DOES things RIGHTLY...!!

The Thousandth Man

One man in a thousand, Solomon says,
Will stick more close than a brother.
And it's worth while seeking him half your days
If you find him before the other.
Nine nundred and ninety-nine depend
On what the world sees in you,
But the Thousandth man will stand your friend
With the whole round world agin you.

'Tis neither promise nor prayer nor show
Will settle the finding for 'ee.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em go
By your looks, or your acts, or your glory.
But if he finds you and you find him.
The rest of the world don't matter;
For the Thousandth Man will sink or swim
With you in any water.

You can use his purse with no more talk
Than he uses yours for his spendings,
And laugh and meet in your daily walk
As though there had been no lendings.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em call
For silver and gold in their dealings;
But the Thousandth Man h's worth 'em all,
Because you can show him your feelings.

His wrong's your wrong, and his right's your right,
In season or out of season.
Stand up and back it in all men's sight --
With that for your only reason!
Nine hundred and ninety-nine can't bide
The shame or mocking or laughter,
But the Thousandth Man will stand by your side
To the gallows-foot -- and after!

-- Rudyard Kipling

Friendship ('',)

A Forwarded Mail: Awesome Piece !

SUNNY, one of my dearest friends at work will leave The Straits Times next month for greener pastures. He is not my first friend from the office to say goodbye. Over the years, there have been a handful of colleagues who became friends. In recent times, at least three others have also left. When Sunny told me that he was leaving, I moaned: 'With you gone, I will have hardly any friends left in the office!'

Which set me thinking: At what point does an acquaintance or colleague become a friend? And, to take a step back, what is this concept called 'friendship' anyway? Indeed, what makes you click with one person and form a friendship with him, but not some other? If a friend is defined as someone I feel completely comfortable calling up at 3 am to bail me out of trouble - and Sunny will do so - then, alas I don't have that many friends. Other than family members, I can count on just one female friend and three, at best four, male friends. But then, maybe that's plenty. As someone once said, one friend in a lifetime is much, two are many, and three are hardly possible.

FRIENDSHIPS are different from relationships - and thank goodness for that. You can be great chums with your partner, of course, but a relationship is so much more complex. It is not only about that enrapturing feeling called love, but - if you are unlucky - also a host of murky emotions like jealousy, resentment, anger, pain and despair. Friendship is simpler and fills you, mostly, with harmless Type B emotions-kindliness, fondness, warmth and cordiality. With a lover, you make demands and have expectations. But with a friend, you're cool. You don't really owe him anything, or have to explain much, because, ultimately, you demand nothing more from each other than pleasant company and an occasional listening ear. Love, I read somewhere, is blind, but friendship closes its eyes. How true! THE older I get, the more I value friends. Yet, ironically, I find that it is now not only harder for me to maintain old friendships, but also to form new ones.

When I was in school, friendships came naturally. My friends and I moved in a pack - we ate, studied, gossiped and partied together. We exchanged secrets and gifts, sent cards and gave treats. Our friendships were firm, and sweet. Coming from an all-girls school, I didn't get to make male friends until I was in junior college. Initial shyness aside, I found that it was possible to have a platonic relationship with a guy, and that they made equally good friends. By the time I went to university, I was already attached, and had little time to make new friends, male or female. Then came working life. Through sheer proximity and the amount of time spent together, it was inevitable that some colleagues became more than co-workers.

What is it that allows you to become friends with some people, and not others? Shared experience is one requisite, and the sharper it is, the better. For Sunny and I, it was our years spent pounding the same beat, politics. That X factor called 'chemistry' is another, and I suppose this explains how you can be firm friends with people who are very different from you.

THE saddest thing about friendship is that it can die. It doesn't come with a lifelong guarantee. Distance is one killer. Unless you are diligent in keeping in touch with a friend, being far away can drive a wedge in your relationship. Changes in circumstance is another. It has been said that a friend in power is a friend lost, and I have found this to be true. When a friend moves up in life, he will become too busy for you, while you don't want to risk rejection by trying to keep in contact with him.

Marriages have also caused friendships to fade as your spouse might not take to your friends.

Then there are friendships that die because they have simply run their course. I had a close female friend whom I had known since we were both 17. About four years back after 16 years of keeping in touch through the mail, long hours on the phone and giggly lunches, our friendship died. Just like that. There was no quarrel, no disagreement, no underlying unhappiness or animosity or hurts. The plug was just pulled. The last time we saw each other was at lunch - in fact, it was to celebrate her birthday. We were our usual loud selves. After the meal, we gave our usual hug, said our usual cheery goodbyes and made our usual promise to meet again. We didn't call each other for weeks (which was normal, as we were both busy), then months (which began to feel a bit strange, but nothing to be alarmed about), then, yes, years (by then, it was too late to resuscitate the friendship). We did talk once, last year, when my father died and she called. I was grateful to hear from her and I know it took a lot for her to pick up the phone after so many years. I wish nothing but the best for her, and am always glad to hear from mutual friends that she is well. Yet, I know that if we were to bump into each other today, it would feel awkward.

IF I value friendship so much, why don't I just go forth and make more friends? It is easier said than done. People my age and older are busy with careers and family. I have fewer things in common with those younger. But the fault is mine. At my age, I lack the energy and enthusiasm. Starting and maintaining a friendship might be far less arduous than a relationship, but it still requires effort. Do I have the strength for that on top of the other demands in my life?

So, next month, I say goodbye to Sunny and I am left with one friend fewer at work.

British writer Virginia Woolf once said: 'I have lost friends, some by death - others by the sheer inability to cross the street.' Should I spot Sunny - and my few remaining friends - on the street, I trust I can muster the energy to walk up to them and say 'hi'. For, really, that is all it takes to keep a friendship alive.

“Remembrance of things past.”

“Nothing is more fatal to happiness than the remembrance of happiness”

Compliments !

Compliments, Accolades, Appreciation & a Pat-on-the-Back !

All of us have an inherent congenital desire to receive these; once, twice, again & again & every single time !
Acads, Cultural, Sports, Literary, Relations, Life – in all these fields !

The compliment imparts in us the feeling of happiness, content; boosts our morals; encourages us to go ahead & keep on doing more such things.

But, they too need to come from the right people at the right times !!

Of the many appreciations that I have received in these two decades of my life, the one which rejuvenates me, soothes me, makes me realize that I have moved another step in my struggle & journey called ‘Life’; is the one that I hear through my Mum-Dad’s, TJ’s & Bro’s voice…
“That I am so much Daddy-like !”

When Mumma says,” tu bilkul apne pitaji ki beti hai, your style, your mannerisms, your attitude, your habits & your face, is all like your Dad !”
OR
When Daddy says,” You are my SON, my bada beta, so much like me !”
OR
When TJ quotes her friends,” Tellsa tujhse zyada achchi hai, independent, mature, knows about the world & how to handle it. Kuch seekh uss se !”
OR
When Bhai says,”Apni DIDI(a suffix, which is only rarely used, but, whenever used, I know how much blinded he is, in the strong light of my deeds !) to hero hai, who kuch bhi kar sakti hai ! Agar sochti hai, to karke dikhati hai !”

*[I hope whatever they think of me, I m able to fulfill it today, tomorrow & forever! ]

What does one asks from life?

An appreciation about your performance in acads, other activities does elate you,

An admiration from a friend about you being good does elevate your spirits,

But, it is at no par to the immense satiety that comes from a complement that declares you to be minimizing distances with your Idol, in being like them ! Reinforcing the fact that you are now getting closer to personifying the Idol, that you only dreamt of idolizing once !

This complement of “Me-Being-Like-Dad” makes me feel that I have grown another year older, reached another milestone of Life; instills in me the attitude of responsibility to fulfill their hopes, to keep their confidence on me alive, ignited; & gives me a Good Night’s sleep, of content, of a work-well-accomplished !

Afterall, the aim of our insignificant lives is to live the life of our idol, & manage it like them !

I Love You Daddy !
& I Idolize You !

Philosophy!

Playing with my ‘Kada’ [ a sort of bangle],
and visualizing the interiors of my room through it…
Life’s Philosophy does Rounds in my mind !
With the kada at an arm’s length from me, the fan, on which I set my eyes upon, is big & only partially visible. But, when I bring my it at an inch from me, the fan’s in full view & appearing small.

Life’s philosophy from this:
The goals/ dreams of your life, may seem to you, as too big, difficult & kinda unachievable, if you keep them bereft from you, or just admire them from a distance.
Instead, Keep the goals of your life near you, in your eyes, in your heart & in your brain, and work towards them, your goals will not seem unattainable & insurmountable !

“Persistent determination to achieve your aim yields good results.”

PSM

ONLY FOR PARKISTS !!

This article is only for those who have been, or are gonna be tormented by this ‘World-acclaimed, Psychopathic Subject of All times – PSM – Preventive & Social Medicine’; Pestering, Smothering & Mincing our minds to a litter full of repulsive datas, irritable definitions & eerie creatures !

This 768 paged (Ohh…had it been 786, it still would have instilled hope in us & carried us through…!) age-old Black & White (nah…for alluring us, one more color has been added – light magenta-brown, Thank You :x ) bulky, theoretical (all theory & no fun- apart from making data charts & flea diagrams, which might appear ‘Fun-ny’ to some weirdos) documented book is handed over to us (thrown at us) when we, Medicos (bechare !! ) enter our Final Part-I.
As per schedule, we were to read this book since the day we enter our medical colleges i.e. Ist Sem… but, dreading its consequences on our intellect, we manage eluding it till the ‘VIth Sem’ key opens this lock & pushes us to enter this Forbidden Ghostly Room !
This 1 year torture ends with our KNOWLEDGE (if any one gets a hook of whatever we are forced to read) of ‘Definitions Of HEALTH & DISEASE’ – I have already come across 50 definitions of Health & ended up impaired, disabled, diseased & dead !!
‘The rates & ratios of mortality & morbidity’ (Subject Rates: 99% mortality & 1% morbidity ‘The one who tops is Morbid, Not Mortal !’ ;) )
‘All the statistics of diseases- communicable & non-communicable’
Health Programmes run by our Govt. , Nutrition, Family Planning, Objectives of Each Health Planning Commission n BLAH BLAH !!
& not to forget, Entomology- reading about our little Satans, who keep on cursing infections on us, namely, the Fleas, Flies, Rats, Mosquitoes, Ticks & Mites !

What do you call a Book, which has been read 2 times & still each word of it remains a mystery & gives a feel of a ‘First Reading’ ?
Undoubtedly, Undisputedly, P.S.M !!

God, Help me conquer this subject !

Its time for me to shout ‘HAIL PSM’ slogans till my Sem fades from VII to a BOLD VIII !

HAIL PSM !
HAIL PSM ! :)

Social Networking Sites !!

A Craze (Everyone’s Joining)
A Phenomenon (It has gained Immense popularity !)
A Fashion (Wateva new Pops up, ppl grab onto it…so that thay can be ‘with the latest-Updated’ tag ! )
An Essentiality (*Grin* ‘You don’t have an Orkut Account or a Facebook profile! :o )
An Addiction !!

That’s how I sum up these Sites !!

Been there, done it all, now is the phase when I feel its FUTILITY, triviality, worthlessness & frivolousness !!

Well, Well, no need to fume over ! Yes, I agree to the fact that some benefits do exist;
But,
Why do I wish a ‘Happy Birthday’ (with some emoticons), to people whose Birthday doesn’t matter to me…& even by wishing them a couple of times, I still do not recall even the months of their Birthdays !! :D

Why do I send a common ‘Happy Diwali’ scrap to all, when it is nothing more than a mere formality from my side!!

Why do I say a ‘Thank You’ to people wishing me, A Happy Birthday, who just fulfill this duty, every year, & not bumping in ever again till my biological clock completes a full, happening, another circle (Year !!)

Why do I join a community of my previous school, & never open it again, for, wateva keeps on ticking in the community is nothing, but
“What would you do to the profile above- Shake Hands, Hug, Kiss, Fuck ?” *Fuck* Huh !

Why do I join my current college community, when I am here & have a closer & a direct look at my college, its inhabitants & the things brewing up !!

Why do I accept friend requests of some once-long ago-seen-and-talked-people; or reject the requests of DUDES (or Hearthrobs or Hunks, as they consider themselves) ‘who are new to city & need a friend’ OR ‘some other people who consider themselves Amitabh Bachchan, & expect me to feel OBLIGED & BLESSED n SHRIEK – “Aah…How great to have a Friend In you !! “ ‘

Why do I keep myself updated about wat’s going in other’s life ?
Why do I trespass into their personal ‘territory’ n peep into their crush list ?
Why do I actually wanna publicize my private life?
Why do I keep on putting a new display pic, alter what my profile reads, upload new pics…when there is no one who is keeping an eye on it & when I don’t want a thesis being written outta it !!

The whole thing has created a virtual world in which we live happily (we-feel-so), expressing ourselves, despite knowing that no-one-gives-a-damn to our feelings ! We have distanced ourselves from our immediate surroundings, ONE’S WHICH KEEP US HUMANS !!
We are looking into the screens that connect us to the world, blinded to the eyes that speak emotions. We are ear-plugged to the songs & voice-chats, deafened to the family chit-chats & household ‘noise’. We are fingering innumerable replies, paralyzed to any work that mom says. We are connected to everyone across the world, but statue-d to our rooms, anaesthetic to touch !
This virtual, robotic world is making us more desolate, more machine-ic and emptying us from within !

I, revived myself, by fighting this menacing addiction and after a rehab, I am feeling more HAPPY, more HUMANE, & radiating Happiness to the people who are bothered about me & those who matter to me- to say- THOSE WHO ARE MINE !

!! TATA ORKUT !!
An Obituary to Orkut…
But, I won’t miss you ! :) (as of now !! ;) )

Doctor Chart Bloopers !! :))

Taken from another Blog !! :)
Amazing...so...put dem here !! :)

*The lab test indicated abnormal lover function.

*The baby was delivered, the cord clamped and cut, and handed to the pediatrician, who breathed and cried immediately.

*Exam of genitalia reveals that he is circus sized.

*She stated that she had been constipated for most of her life until 1989 when she got a divorce.

*The patient was in his usual state of good health until his airplane ran out of gas and crashed.

*Rectal exam revealed a normal size thyroid. (Long fingers?)

*Between you and me, we ought to be able to get this lady pregnant.

*A midsystolic ejaculation murmur heard over the mitral area.

*The patient lives at home with his mother, father, and pet turtle, who is presently enrolled in day care three times a week.

*Both breasts are equal and reactive to light and accommodation.

*She is numb from her toes down.

*Exam of genitalia was completely negative except for the right foot.

*The patient was to have a bowel resection. However, he took a job as stockbroker instead.

*When she fainted, her eyes rolled around the room.

*Examination reveals a well-developed male lying in bed with his family in no distress.

*She has no rigors or chills but her husband says she was very hot in bed last night.

*She can't get pregnant with her husband, so I will work her up.

*Whilst in Casualty she was examined, X-rated and sent home.

*The patient states there is a burning pain in his penis which goes to his feet.

*On the second day the knee was better and on the third day it had completely disappeared.

*The patient has been depressed ever since she began seeing me in 1983.

*I will be happy to go into her GI system, she seems ready and anxious.

*Patient was released to outpatient department without dressing.

*I have suggested that he loosen his pants before standing, and then, when he stands with the help of his wife, they should fall to the floor.

*The patient is tearful and crying constantly. She also appears to be depressed.

*Discharge status: Alive but without permission.

*The patient will need disposition, and therefore we will get Dr. Blank to dispose of him.

*Healthy-appearing, decrepit 69 year old male, mentally alert but forgetful.

*The patient has no past history of suicides.

*The patient expired on the floor uneventfully.

*Patient has left his white blood cells at another hospital.

*Patient was becoming more demented with urinary frequency.

*The patient's past medical history has been remarkably insignificant with only a 40 pound weight gain in the past three days.

*She slipped on the ice and apparently her legs went in separate directions in early December.

*The patient experienced sudden onset of severe shortness of breath with a picture of acute pulmonary oedema at home while having sex which gradually deteriorated in the emergency room.

*Patient has chest pains if she lies on her left side for over a year.

*He had a left-toe amputation one month ago. He also had a left-knee amputation last year.

*By the time he was admitted, his rapid heart had stopped, and he was feeling much better.

*The patient is a 79-year-old widow who no longer lives with her husband.

*The patient refused an autopsy.

*Many years ago the patient had frostbite of the right shoe.

*The bugs that grew out of her urine were cultured in the Casualty and are not available. I WILL FIND THEM!!!

*The patient left the hospital feeling much better except for her original complaints.

Hope you Enjoyed !!

CONFUSED !!

CONFUSED- A basic trait of each & every person !!

Whateva- focused or determined you are, once in your lifetime, you definitely would have found yourself in a dilemma, or a messed-up situations, wherein you would have been forced to think…NOW WHAT? WHAT NEXT? & would have received loads of answers from your amygdala !

This subjective feeling of having heaps of work to be done, or having a wide variety of options to choose amongst, & your inability to do so, is called Confusion.
The feeling, when one enters a food outlet & takes a looong time in deciding what to order; when one drags a friend alongwith, to a cloth kiosk, so that they can choose a particular trouser to be bought; is nothing but a very low-degree confused state.
What is mentally blocking, is when this confusion brews up in each & every task of your life; & this leads to a stagnancy in our life-style & compels us to question the meaning of life & our very purpose of living!

As a STUDENT, I, very frequently, dump myself into the “Confused” tag…
What subject do I study? – Medicine, Surgery, O&G or this year’s subjects-ENT, Ophthal or PSM ?? Coz of the “NINE” GRAND subjects to be covered in Final Part-2 & the 3 in Final Part-1 !
Which book shall I read into? – Harrison/CMDT/Davidson ? , Bailey & Love/S.Das/Manipal ? , Parsons or Khurana ? Coz of material better suited for different purposes: better understanding, or better retention of the subject, or fetching better marks in Universities !
What shall I focus onto –Indian PrePGs or USMLE ? Coz of the declining already-minimal chances of getting a berth, here in India [Thanx to Reservation] or coz of No chances of getting my choice of field, dere in US !
Every morning, I wonder “Shall I attend classes?” – Simply because of their worthlessness in regards to gaining knowledge, but essentiality in regards to fulfilling the required attendance quota for sitting in exams !
What do I wanna become- A ‘Some’ doctor, a ‘Good’ doctor or an IAS (a gud prospective indeed!)

As a teenager also [Ohhh…I noticed only now…that I am an ADOLESCENT …n no more a teenager !! :( ], I find myself into the confused lot, every now & then…
What do I want – A Career , A Commitment or Both ? Well, ‘Both’ seems to be the likely answer, many of the times, but, Believe me, there are innumerable instances, when I find ‘Career’ as the most probable answer !
Which friends are good n which are not-so-good ? How do I expect them to react to certain conditions ? Confused with the people’s nature- sometimes, they can be gr88 n sumtimes, absolutely weird !
Can I trust them? Times, when I feel they are the best humans existent on Earth & times, when I doubt their being Hypocrites !

As an IDENTITY too, confusion sets in when I ask myself- What am I?
Ambitious or Lazy enuff, that my ambitions too go for a sweet, short [Read as: A long] nap, until some serious soul-stirring is done by my Mom-Dad, & myself too ! ;)
Ever-chirpy-Happy or Sulking type – I do cry, invariably frequently, at smallest-unusual things, but, I end up as a very content individual most of the times !
Angel or a Devil – I try not to hurt anyone & keep everyone smiling, but, I still want things be done MY way, otherwise, Cruciatus ! Controlling anger(if-u-call-it-one) is just not manageable !
Modern or Orthodox- I can actually be at the extremes of both, at different situations !
Intelligent or Buddhu – Despite knowing that I can do wonders if I study, I make a Dumbo out of myself by not doing so !



In all, these phases of confusion do sit besides you, in your very own living room, very often too, but, they can be thrown out only by following your INSTINCTS ! Your IMPULSION !
Thinking much over them-in sense-pondering & brooding over them for long-can only worsen the situation ! U might end up _____ [BLANK] !! realizing that now for the piles of questions- you don’t get ‘any’ answer (in contrast to the ‘many’ answers b’fore) & you have wasted an imp. Share of time into Useless analysis !

So…when you end up CONFUSED-->
Find out why are you confused !
What options do you have !
& just follow your instincts !
Plunge blind-eyed onto one option & work on it…!
You might end up HAPPY !
[PS: No GUARANTEE, still Try OUT !!]

Euthanasia

Last night my mom and I were sitting in the living room chatting about things an......life... and... then, we talked about living and dying.

I said to her: ' Mom, If ever I end up in a vegetative state when you are alive,please never let me go on like that.....totally dependent on machines and liquids from a bottle.If you see me in that state I want you to disconnect all the contraptions that are keeping me alive. I'd much rather die'.

Up went my mom from the sofa, with this real look of admiration towards me...and proceeded to disconnect the TV, the Cable, the Dish, the DVD, the Computer, the Cell Phone, the Ipod, and the Xbox, and then went to the fridge and threw away all my beer!!
....I ALMOST DIED!!! ;)


PS: In case, anyone sues me for putting someone else's Copywritten Matter...I wud like to Say It in bold letters :
THIS IS A COPIED MATTER...I HAVE NOT WRITTEN IT !! :)

Loved it...so,have added it here...!!
Njoy !!

Rain-bow-ing Me !!

Just a day short of Friendship’s Day, 2nd Aug.08, sitting in d monotonous, bugging, sedative PSM class, I was searching adventure, fun & something exciting in my ACAD-stricken life. Thinking bout doin sumthing different this Friendship’s Day; not because it iz a certain “FRIENDSHIP DAY”, but bcoz I was merely trying to create an occasion out of a simple day !!
As d class ended, & as a routine, v had a usual, heartily laugh on VC’s witty one-liners. And “half”-against my soul, decided to go for morning Clinical posting [“half”- coz my heart also lay in the tremendously “bloody” life of a Surgeon – Yep, today was a heart-pounding OPD Session- which I was in no mood to miss !! ]
Eyeing for the clock hands to quickly get past the 15 min. wait, “Jairam Sir” knocked the door (Read as: Opportunity ) n we grabbed it open handedly ! :) We decided to premiere 2 movies at our Auditorium.
While reaching a consensus on the names of the movies to be screened, the clouds darkened, roared & the rain embraced us; and, that too, intense rain…one in which we definitely couldn’t go to MGH ! With movies being discussed, friends creating humor, my favorite tracks in the backdrop of the slashing rain sounds; Yes, Rain-bowed to My Moods !!
The need of freshly-made, tongue-burning Mirchibadas was soon to be felt, & also, the responsibility of getting the selected movie DVDs hit us. So, me, Rish n Shiva moved to the parking lot to hit the roads with mah Esteem !! As soon as we crossed the college gates, mah car battery gave way to the flooding waters. Huh !! After a 5 min. wait, switching off d ear-deafening car stereo, mah car got live n we got d food for our lives- Mouth-watering Mirchibadas ( an internationally loved Jodhpuri delicacy). But, no DVDs could be arranged.Getting shin-deep jeans-dipped, we treated our taste-buds to these yummy namkin. :)
The college drainage system is awful; Yes, our Ana Triangle [Anatomy triangle] was being converted into a Pool n mah mind was urging me to dive into it. After stomach-filling, I subdued to my instincts n we searched for ways to sumhow reach d terrace of d college…coz, we definitely couldn’t get drenched in rain drops in full view…in front of ’06, ’07 & d being-recruited ’08 futchas & their parents.
We were showed our way via a broken window pane, we reached the terrace…algae-clad, water-laden n extremely VAST…providing many Beaauu-tiful views to the campus below. The feeling of rain hitting you, your skin getting soaked in water, with the limit-less blue sky as my cap & the blue-green algae,mud filled puddles as mah shoes…It felt so Nature-al !!
Four of us- Shiv, Rish, Aks n Me were there…splashing ourselves, roaming around the terrace, appreciating each n every view, n also cursing the phone manufacturers for not making waterproof cameraphones !! After a good 1 Hr fun, there we were…completely wet with drip-ing clothes, glued hair, moving in the “Picnic spot”-turned-college corridors !
Our minds & bodies hit the Patho triangle next, where a good amount of water had been collected & we decided to get ourselves clicked….n…one by one we dragged each – Jlo, Rakka, VC, Navsa, NG n Glucon-D – one by one-into the dirty water ! Got ourselves clicked, n then, came d real fun, the greatest Masti…words will be too precise to explain those moments ! We were like a bunch of street children out to play in the muddy waters, splashing water at a Target, cracking jokes, singing songs, winking, whistling, flying kisses, playing kiddy games [chidiya udd…] [aao mello,super cello] [o-ma-u-shi] , cheering the wrestling between Aks n Rish, researching on “Jlo & Junior Magnetism”, inviting teachers to join in. People soon dropped in to have a sneak-peek at the strange-weird creatures held free in the college [ Read: Us]. Gazing eyes, open mouths, sniggering, bewildered looks, n some eyes eager to join in, living our ecstasy-were all recepted!
After a great time, we decided to end our water-playing & getting back to homes. While squeezing the ends of our T’s, shirts n jeans’, we noticed our missing shoes n sandals [prank-Navsa] n found them @ the midst of water…Floating !! We then went for some shoes-hunting & sandal-catching n again entered the waters !! :) We concluded our Rain-fun spree only after a good fun n got back to the LT where our belongings were kept. We air-dried our clothes, shook our heads n combed hair to get ourselves presentable, hankied our faces n arms & parted ways !!
But, even now, when I look at the Rainbow, the green grass n trees, the colorful bright flowers, the wet floors n roads, the falling rain drops, n, more specially, puddle-d water…I relive the wonderful, mesmerizing time I had today morning & a cheerful, blissful feeling masks my face & mind, n, I am sure, everyone of us, are still into a mood when Rain-bowed to us & wished us all – A Happy Friendship’s Day !!
Wishing you all- Anil, Rishabh, Shiva, Shirley, Rajni, Sweta, Lovely, Vijay, Kaward – a very “Lovely Life” !! We’ll be there for each other--- We promise ! Cheers To you All !!
& Apart from these Col-buddies; Kala, Honey, Riddhi, Siddhi, Sonakshi, Khushboo, Ankita, Saurabh, Blessen, … Hoping that our friendship remains as green as itz now, n, forever !!

Mum-Dad !!

The world's so big…
But mine is small…
The world's a war…
But mine's a ball…!
It's 'coz my world's you…!!
Yes, my world's you…!!

The feeling of content at my birth;
The joyous atmosphere at my firsts-words & steps;
The caressing hands getting me ready for school;
The smell of yours in the glass of water;
The fight of yours with others & your supporting us;
The slaps and scolds of yours during exams;
The way you cried later in the night & said SORRY to us;
The way you taught us the legalities of life;
The way you listened to my worthless & useless talks after school;
The way you still listen to my weird thoughts & try to correct me;
The way you make everyone your own;
MUMMA, I hope we & God give you your due..
Yes, my world's you…!
The world's so big, But mine is small,
The world's a war, But mine's a ball,
It's 'coz my world's you…!!
Yeah Mumma, my world's you…!!

The unique identity that you imparted me with;
The moral values that you inculcated me with;
The true & ideal person you have been , inspiring us;
The preachings of yours that sustain us in this world;
The truths of this world that you bring forth in front of us;
The way you cherish each & every delicacy;
The glass of milk in your hands & the waiting bus;
The way we always get late… (",)
The manner in which you solve problems simply;
The dealing ability of yours with all kinds of people;
The love & care when you scold/fight with Mom for us;
The way you uplift my mood when I feel blue…
DADDY, my world's you…!
The world's so big, But mine is small,
The world's a war, But mine's a ball,
It's 'coz my world's you…!!
Yeah Daddy, my world's you…!!

Mumma & Daddy – the BEST you are!
&, more wonderful is – the PARENTS you are!
Or, more celebrating is – YOU ARE FRIENDS without age-bar!
But, the most blessed is – The COUPLE you are!
The world's so big, But mine is small,
The world's a war, But mine's a ball,
It's 'coz my world's you…!!
Yes, my deary Mummy- Daddy, my world's you…!!

This day might be your ANNIVERSARY…
But, for us, its another PARENTS DAY…as our parents teach us today the lesson of LOVE…!
"The best gift the parents can give to their children is – to love each other."
Thanks for giving us the world's best gift…!
I pray to God today, to keep you both happily together, inseparable, as one, FOREVER…!!
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY…!