Alive!

Yeah. This blog is.

And, So am I.

But, not one amongst us. (A junior, a final year medical student, succumbed to the 10-long day traumatic phase of Septicemia)
Feels like the '24th November.2006' misfortune recapped itself. 

Despite the many deaths witnessed, the departure of a known soul, does hurt. Immensely.

Makes one question the laws of God, or flaws. Period.

RIP Chanchal. Above all, Peace to the mourning family.

Life moves on...

And, so should we. 

Have been on p(e)trol ever since. (Jaipur, Banad and Bhadwasia)

Intern duties have been tougher. (more on the transport front)

Reading has been on cards. Photography took the rest of time.

Life's running...and I feel I am with it.

The two-in-one paperback version I read

Sidney Sheldon's been the company.

'Memories of Midnight' was neither a disappointment nor a treat.

'The Naked Face' dissolved all the questions raised at Sidney's art. Dr. Judd Stevens, the psychoanalyst, instilled pride in the medic-that-I-am.

'Wuthering Heights', half-read, gives an insight into the art of writing of the medieval times. Distinct and diverse from the present times.

A small note:

Rushing is not my idea.

Cheating, I don't practice.

And, Spontaneity is what I am brimming with.

Sorry, but I can't be conditioned,

and I fail miserably at the art of manipulation.

Adios!

PS: So hate the transformation of the blog into the mere 'timeline' of the recent instances in my life.

Hoping I get more time for the blog. =D

Insomniac...

BY CHANCE... NOT CHOICE!

9th January.2010
AIPGMEE ! (or rather, not even a single exclamation mark was required, since, it wasn't interesting to me, and I was least bothered about it.)
Three and a half hours!!!! (Yeah, this deserves this number of exclamations)
Having not read even a single subject ever, after the universities exams of the respective professional years, what would one do with this much of time.
Not having practiced the previous years papers, not even the last AIPG/AIIMS ones....I stood no chance of being able to finish off the 300 massive questions that I was about to face.

Still, being adventurous is my passion. So, I did appear. After sleeping for a mere of 3 hours in the night, and facebook-ing the previous day for 12 hrs, I was geared to face the paper/ sleep during it....whichever seemed less tiresome.

Wuhoo...Attempting 270 plus questions (the answers to which I don't even remember...I mean, the ones I marked- Don't remember them even) confidently I gaited out of the center, where my parents were more than elated to see me this way.
Yeah, Parents....they always hope for a miracle.
And, I love their hope.
And, sometimes, I even love shattering them. The way I did it then.

Pretty much knowing the results, my parents are still expecting a selection. Wish they come back to reality.

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Have had tough, busy, tiresome days since then.


9th, 10th, 11th, 12th---
* A 3:30 hrs exam, f/b homely tasks f/b a dear cousin's marriage, Band/Baja/Baaraat....Sleep- 3 hours.
* RPG form filling, f/b multiple trips to photostat, college, hostel, f/b No One Killed Jessica, f/b file work...Sleep- 3 hours.
* Wuthering Heights, f/b bank works, f/b trip to a cousin's place f/b dinner at Aunt's place, f/b an awesome discussion with Dad...Sleep- 2 hours.
* College Work (documents and all!! ), f/b train tickets reservation (2 hours I was in a queue), f/b multiple trips around the city (might have covered somewhat around 30kms in a small place like Jdpr), f/b tiring trips to the inner city area...Sleep- 4 hours.

It's been rigorous, tiresome, hectic, irritating and SLEEPLESS. (5 consecutive nights !!)
Tolerance at its lowest. And, I hate it.

God, grant me some sleep.
Please. 

Hi. This is Me.

Hi.

This is me.

Me...

...When kids my age are spending time playing outdoors & watching movies, 

I'm sitting in my room with my books 

as I have to clear this tough exam to enter my career field.

Hi.

This is me.

Me...

...When adolescents my age are having crushes, pimples and dinners outside, 

I'm trying to understand the human systems and their diseases.

Hi.

This is me.

Me...

...When youth my age are dating, smoking 

and boozing with their peers, 

I'm discussing the treatments to human ailments with mine, 

adorning blood stained robes.

Hi.

This is me.

Me...

...When my school friends are outing, roaming 

and discovering the world, having no answerability, 

I'm sitting amongst the sick, poor & ailed, 

all of whom are my responsibilities.

Hi.

This is me.

Me...

...When people my age are spending their salaries

 on the worldly pleasures, 

I'm left with no time to treat myself,

 even with the fortune I'm building.

© Tele_Jane

Hi.

This is me.

Me...

...When fellows my age are heart-broken,

 for their love left them, 

I've already witnessed thousands of innocent souls depart into nothingness.

Hi.

This is me.

Me...

...When buddies my age are married, 

& are treasuring their times with their kids, 

I'm waiting eagerly for spending some quality time with my kids 

& hoping to capture those moments into memories.

Hi.

This is me.

Me...

...When professionals my age are working in the limited time fashion, 

I'm slogging late nights, updating myself with the recent advances, 

so that my knowledge cures others.

Hi.

This is me.

Me...

...When aged my age are retiring, 

and re-living the nostalgic memories of their youth, 

I am left with no energy & ability to create those memories.

Hi.

This is me.

Me...

...A Medic. A Doctor.

'I, who, lived my life for others.

For humanity.'

Clicked from a hoarding in UMCG Hospital, Groningen.
© Tele_Jane