Bliss.

Bliss.

Saturday, November 30, 2013

And I thought I'll never stop blogging.

I can access Facebook on my tab but I can't blog, I concede. 

Colder days have arrived, nights are chill, mornings are misty and the daytime is getting sleepy.

The other day we had a cultural event in the college (and we all grabbed the rare opportunity to dress up *HAHAHAHA*) and the programs were interesting (to say the least)

In the end, one of the surgeons of the college (who also teaches General Surgery to the 2nd years) and I found his speech very relevant. Basically, he stressed that one must not get bogged down by the profession and turn into an "Automaton". This is possible in case of medical practice because there is very little scope for creativity and most of it adheres to standard procedures. Hence it is vital that one does not lose their creativity, originality and other interests in the course of this profession.

Looking back at the last 2 years, I honestly don't know whether to laugh or cry. (Okay, I'm doing neither, I'm just considering it as a phase and an experience.)


I mean I got my passport renewed, wrote the SATs, I spent HOURS over essays (even in March and April), I ran a marathon and attended a MUN, I went around looking for Teacher Recommendations, made Financial Aid Applications, filled the CSS Profile, posted photos of UChicago in my hostel room, tore them up, received a FedEX mail from Atlanta, prepared a music video for scholarship, googled a zillion goddam things for my Colorado essay and the Waldo essay.

And now I'm here.

I sometimes wonder, maybe that is the closest I will get to going there? All the glimpses, all the hopes and all the effort..

But I enjoyed every minute of it, I put in my heart and soul and wrote every essay with painstaking effort, prepared with great fervor for the SATs and yes, I suppose I did everything I could do.

Obviously, I don't think of this phase of my life if I can help it, but then it is true that this phase existed. Hence it seems appropriate to document it.

Contrary to public perception, I wasn't really such an angelic kid who made no mischief. Unfortunately, I made the kind of mischief that mostly went undetected. I've had my share of squabbles with friends, tantrums and short tempered outbursts. It's just that it happened a long time ago, so people have conveniently forgotten it.

So I gave my second seminar today (On Cerebral Circulation) and I was told that it came out well. The topic is actually extensive and I merely grazed the tip of the iceberg (Papa sent me a PPT with 94 slides. WUT)

I suppose I've got to go now.
Seeya soon :)


Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Of Popliteal Fossa and Parties in the Night. And Solitude.

Holidays were great. Home was mostly great and I'm missing Divya more than ever. It's true, she's hyper goose but I guess that attribute runs in the family :-P
Day 1: Atthe Mama Nidhi
Day 2: PESIT: Manasa, Medha and the others. Evening: Vidha3
Day 3: Rajath, Avaneesh and Vikas and also people from Subbaiah!
Day 6: PINKI
Day 7: Sanjana of Deeksha and the X A2 reunion..
Fastforwarding to the present tense, I'm back at college and life is a chaotic, messy, hectic existence as usual.
Lack of invigorating music in my life could be a probable cause of so much pseudo-misery in my life.
Everybody in college appears to be in a sudden HyperStudy mode and the intensity is a little surprising. But nevertheless it isn't unwarranted considering the speed at which we're progressing. (Or rather, expected to progress)
My latest theory is that staying alone during 2nd PUC made me more of an independent person and hence that could explain the state of my social life.
But maybe things will work out over time.
*Addicted to Ishaqzaade*
So the other day I was looking at the conundrum called the hip bone, trying to figure out the anatomical position and its features (thankfully, I feel less blind now after our teacher taught us REALLY well!), when the aunties who clean our rooms saw me holding it and were super curious to see, to touch and to learn all about it. So I tried telling them about the bone, where its located and how it articulates with the head of femur and so on (that too in my primitive Kannada). It was actually interesting and I remembered Appa saying that if I've truly understood a concept, I should be able to explain it to just about anybody..
I make notes. Here's a sneak peek
:
Popliteal fossa.

The only awesome thing in the last several days is that I spoke to Suman!! (At SNMC, Bagalkot) and yes, today I spoke to Pringles.
Yesterday was Saniya's birthday and wow, it sure was a well organized party with a really cake that was mostly wasted on people's faces. XD
The silver lining in my life currently is that I have a few episodes of Grey's Anatomy in my tab.
Maybe it's true,
I can't live without you.
*I go Back to December all the time.*
Going to make myself a cup of coffee and figure out what's going on in my heart (Literally and figuratively :-P )
The Hip Bone
Popliteal Fossa :P

Friday, November 1, 2013

Nooo.

Just when I thought, maybe, life would be okay again, a bolt from the blue.

I cannot survive another Apocalypse. That is certain.
Neither can I watch anybody struggling through it. That too is certain.

I'm scared of what's going to happen when I'm not around.
I CAN'T deal with all the turmoil again.
I've seen ENOUGH for a lifetime.
It's like a Chamber of Secrets and you're always in the fear of when it will 'Unleash the Horrors within'.

How can ANYBODY Live with it?! 

Is this some kind of sick joke? 
So are we meant to take this on a regular basis?!
Wicked Game, this Life.
I've never wanted to hit 'End Game' more.

The moment, the very moment I lower my guard and begin to trust, I'm betrayed. And brutally.

I'm counting the reasons to be a part of this sadistic life.