MAUSAM; what I have learned?

Things I have learned from the movie MAUSAM:
1) In India, you can drive a car having the driver's seat in the left side..but u have 2 be in a village of Punjab.

2) Anyone in love should have an e-mail id so that, the change of address won't affect future communications.

3) Never trust a person who had loved you unilaterally.. he/she may burn some of your important letters/documents.

4) It is possible to recover from a brachial plexus injury, provided you save someone's life from a great height.

5) When you see a lady with a baby in train, it doesn't necessarily signify that the lady is the mother of the baby.

6) It is possible to watch the consequences of 92 Mumbai blast, Kargil war, WTC blast, Gujurat hindu-muslim riot in a single movie.

7) Even though you are having holidays, you should avoid watching movies like MAUSAM. 140 minutes are too much..

HUSSAIN & THE DONKEYS

Born in Chennai, raised in London. He has a mediocre test batting average of 37.18 & a poor ODI average of 30.28. Still he over estimates himself.

'' We all know that there are 3-4 good fielders in Indian side, but still they have few DONKEYS in the team''-- This is one of the worst comments of his life.

This bastard works as a commentator for sky sports & he is one of the worst commentators this planet has ever seen.

                       I think this is enough to identify this man. He is non other than NASSER HUSSAIN.  When the standard of English cricket team was similar to that of Indian Hockey team, Mr Nasser bloody Hussain was behaving like a true gentleman. Nobody was paying attention to his comments. He was just another person in the commentary box. But now England has thrashed India by 4-0 in test series & now they are the ranked 1 test team in the world. So it is obvious that it has resurrected the arrogance of Hussain. He is not the only English player who has behaved in such a disgusting way but definitely he is the one who has crossed the limits.

Parthiv Patel misses a difficult catch of Kevin Pieterson & this man comments that Indian side has few DONKEYS !!! Someone has WRONGLY said that 'Cricket is a gentlemen's game'. Because, in the presence of commentators like Hussain it is no longer a gentlemen's game. We shouldn't forget that 2 years back Indian team also snatched the rank-1 spot from the Aussies but after that I have never heard any hostile comment from Indian commentators. If I am not wrong India has produced a lot of high quality commentators like Ravi Shastri, Sanjay Manjerekar, Harsh Bhogle. Even the sperms of all the existing cricketers of this planet will admit the fact that Indian commentators are far better than Hussain. In the field of cricket commentary, if Ravi Shastri is Anjelina Jolie then Hussain is just inferior to Rakhi Sawant. I can't understand what has prompted Hussain to use the word DONKEY for some of the fielders. It may be the arrogance after getting the crown on rank-1 or may be the desire to get quick publicity as a commentator !!? The way the ex-English players are behaving, it seems as if they are participating in a reality show. Somehow I feel Nasser Hussain & Michel Vaughn are best suited to be parts of BIG BROTHER. If Hussain has a little bit of self respect, he must apologize for this thing as soon as possible. He must not forget that his blood is of Indian origin.

           I can't understand why the BCCI & ICC are not taking any action against Hussain. Ex- Australian player Dean Jones called Hashim Amla of south africa a TERRORIST & on the very next day, he was sacked from his job as a commentator. Now it is time for sky sports to take some action against this pugnacious personality. At the same time team India has to show that they don't deserve that tag by displaying  some extraordinary fielding in the upcoming one day series. Only performance can silent those rusty & arrogant critics.

NEGATIVES OF BEING A MEDICAL STUDENT

Final MBBS professional exam was just knocking at the door. It is just like YAMRAJ forcefully taking someone to hell who wants live more. On the other hand it is one of those exams in which the more you read, the more you'll feel unprepared. The Sachins & Laras of my medical college were so depressed because of the exam that it is better not to ask about the mental status of one of the Jadejas of my college( myself). I was mentally sick & physically weak. So to avoid unnecessary distractions I decided to change my phone number & ultimately gave it to only my parents & close friends.

from my new no to my mom: ''Hi mom, I have changed my no & this is the new one. Please don't give this to anyone. I seriously want no distractions as the pressure to perform is killing me''

Mom: OK, why should I give?? You study as intensely as you can. Take care bye.

After 2 HOURS after that conversation:

Mom: Hey Gem, Alok uncle was asking for your number. actually he has some joint problems & he wants to consult a Rheumatologist of your college. So I have given your new number. 

Me: Whattttttttt...? mom, it is exam time. how can you do that?? 

Mom: please help him, service to mankind is service to god !! He needs you badly. He has been very nice to us. He loves you so much. Isn't it unfair not to give him your contact number??

                   After 30 minutes, I got a call from Alok uncle & the very next day I had to sacrifice nearly 2.5 hours for his consultation, lab investigations etc. Each minute wasted in that day was making me feel as if a vampire is sucking each ml of my blood ( of course HIV negative). & the worst part was, I had never seen Alok uncle before.Though according to my mom, he loves me very much, for me he was just a patient from Pluto. This is one of the biggest worries for a medico. you have to sacrifice your much needed time for some of the relatives from other planets. Thousands of patients come to hospital without having any of their relatives enrolled to the same medical college. But I don't understand why the super distant relatives desperately seek the useless privilege from us.They usually seek consultation from super duper specialists like a dentist extracting the premolar teeth of right side only or a doctor who treats only the arthritis of middle finger of right hand. Ironically, the Pluto relatives expect us to know more medical facts than the reputed doctors. If we don't help, we'll be tagged as arrogant/irresponsible... if we help, we will end up in losing precious times. I am not saying that we shouldn't help but to that during exams is just like asking a Spanish matador to kill his bull. So one should always try to enter a medical college out of own state or at least own city.

                              How do you feel when >99% of your friends earn 4-5 lakhs per annum from the Infosys/Wipro/TCS etc & you still unwillingly have romance with books having 4 to 5 thousand pages in the library?? No one can admit that he/she has an orgasmic feeling for the above reason. Friends working at mentally cool atmospheres, enjoying weekends at the McDonalds/KFC & posting get together pictures in Facebook really evokes a little bit of jealousy. It doesn't matter how often you say 'Doctors are second only to God', 'No profession is better than the medical profession'', you are bound to feel the heat once your non-medico friends establish themselves before you do so.  On weekend we tend to study hard & at the same time you can well imagine the other extreme of enjoyment by settled friends. So seriously it is a mental drawback for medicos. The enjoyment, the freedom, quick money from 21st year of life onwards of a non-medico always disturbs a medico's fragile mind.

                 Here comes the biggest drawback. I have seen few of my friends suffering from this one. But to be a victim of this trouble, you need to seriously in love with someone. If you are in the final year of MBBS, your approximate age must be 23+ & must of Indian girls get married at an average age of 25 years. From my research, it is evident that most of the medicos fall in love with their batch mates irrespective of their courses. To be very frank, if you are in love with your batchmate and you are in final year, you have to face the pressure of getting married early. You can well imagine the other sweet activities after marriage that can have an ill effect on studies. I have seen few of my seniors who have surrendered to this pressure. Ironically, if you haven't completed a PG, then nobody'll prefer you as a doctor. So those true lovers always get sandwiched between pressure of marriage & pressure of PG. But to my knowledge such things are rare in a non medico's life. Nobody will point a finger even if they have only one thing called B.tech. They enter college & feel like being a part of a Rajnikanth movie but medicos enter the college & feel like being a part of a Tushar Kapoor/Uday Chopra movie.

           Even with the aforementioned drawbacks, it is still a highly prestigious profession. Just blogging 3-4 drawbacks will never reduce the charm of the subject. I hope pure fans of medical science won't mind this blog. If we do well, every profession offers us the lift to the zenith.

AN OPEN LETTER TO KALMADI

RESPECTED( JUST JOKING) Mr Kalmadi,

I wish you are not fine. Life at Tihar must be amazingly painful.I was so happy to hear that you are suffering from memory loss( i wish you had impotency,gangrene of testes,Brain abscess etc). Now you can't even count the amount of money you have pocketed during common wealth games. Someone has wrongly said that 'Hard work never goes in vain'. You worked extremely hard to earn those rupees but ultimately you are in Jail. Just tell me what the hell do you know about sports administration? Apart from your family members/party members if someone says that you were the right person to be the chief of Indian Olympic Council, I'll stop blogging. Even a fetus staying in mother's uterus can say that you are one of the bloody Indians who is highly amalgamated with corruption. Your face looks like a gangrenous scrotum. frankly speaking we the Indians hate you. My 1 heart, 2 eyes, 206 bones, 5 liters of blood, 5.5 million RBCs declare that people like you should be sodomized brutally as soon as possible. There is no need to spend money for your security in Tihar.

I know it is painful for you. But think about those money you have bagged. majority of Indians are below poverty line & they could have been benefited. You were riding an Audi Q4, your wife's ornaments were heavier than her weight. What was your problem?? In our school time, we used to study C for CAT, L for LION...but you children must have studied C for CORRUPTION, L for LUXURY etc. Have you ever punished yourself when India doesn't get enough medals in Olympics?? The number of sedans you have bought easily outnumbers the number of India's medal in Olympics during your tenure. That is the bitter truth.


But the best thing is that you are very famous now. Though in a very negative way. Some one has posted in twitter that you have requested a swiss bank to open their ATM counter in Tihar campus!! Great!! Anyways take care of your health, Vigilance dept is doing the same with your wealth. ( Now truly it is the COMMON WEALTH, not your's )


Worst regards


Abhishek Lenka
Bhubaneswar, India

POSITIVE JEALOUSY

…… 'Competition is the fuel for advancement'….. 'Jealousy in a positive way is a real gem'… 'Success at present is the biggest enemy of future'.....'if I rest, I rust'.

Since the day I have joined the social networking sites, these types of quotes have thoroughly entertained my retina. Sometimes they make me feel great, sometimes they impose intellectual threat. It is really hard to digest whether these quotes have been framed by normal people for those who lack motivation or it is just the opposite. Somehow the life span of these quotes in my grey matter is very little. So before imprinting these quotes on my personality, I always wonder ‘what was the bloody quote?’ Finally something has knocked my skull. In this ultra modern world, two things have always been under the scanner for their role in origin of motivation: POSITIVE JEALOUSY & RELATIONSHIPS (we do things either to suppress someone or impress someone!!). Though I am extremely poor in handling relationships, I happily admit that at few turns in my life, relationships have helped me to keep the motivation level adequate. OK, I shouldn't write much about relationships as someone has rightly said ‘Little knowledge is always dangerous’.

Virat Kohli couldn't have improved as a batsman, if he would have pleased with the fact that he is a far better batsman than Ravindra Jadeja… It is the realization that he is not up to the marks of Tendulkar/Dravid keeps him opsonized with motivation, dedication & determination. [P.S- Kohli has not paid me for promoting himself by my blog]… But the exact opposite is happening to Indian drama queen- Honorable Ms/Mrs. Rakhi Sawant. She has an orgasmic feeling when she considers herself to be far advanced than the South African Zulu dancers & we are suffering because of her over confidence  so the real master key to open the lock of luck is POSITIVE JEALOUSY. It is something which is synonymous to inspiration but in a different pathway. You can say that ‘I don't like the person but I like his/her achievements'.

Some may argue that jealousy is jealousy, it can never be positive. But according to my opinion, it is something which paves the way to inspiration. Jealousy grows with the growth of human being & ultimately becomes an instinct. If I recall my past, I always find that during school days we were not victimized by jealousy… 10 AM to 4 PM in the school, then romance with Cricket followed by home work in the evening & later a sweet, unstrained sleep in the night… In college days it hugged us lightly. We were jealous for Friend’s great rank at AIIMS/IITs, pal’s girls, neighbor’s Honda City etc. At that point of time, it was hard to find the positivity out of it because of the mental immaturity. But now we have to hug/smooch (whatever you are comfortable with) the positivity. ‘I am good, but I am not the best’…. ‘He is doing it, why shouldn’t I?’ It is the moment to show the maturity, to possess the positivity. If we are not successful, we must enjoy the success of others so that we can identify the real taste of it. Believe me; the taste of success from friend's

bowel (success) definitely increases our appetite for the same.

I am writing about jealousy because I was jealous, I am giving stress to positive jealousy because it has resurrected my competitive spirit. Only time will decide whether we go on the path of Kohli or Rakhi but the best thing that we can do apart from hard work is to SPRINKLE POSITIVITY AROUND US…

RELATIONSHIP versus CAREER

           ''Falling in love with you is the best thing happened in my life''

           ''Spending the life with the person you love most is the biggest achievement''

           ''Love makes life beautiful''

                           All the above quotes are imprinted on the epithelium of the tongue of a person flying in love. The moment one falls in love, he/she becomes so ecstatic that everything appears to be easy & soft !! Nothing looks impossible for the freshers of lovology. A guy who wished to study at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology(MIT) is now ready to take admission in Mahaveer Institute of Technology(MIT) just because her girl friend is in the later MIT. Believe me, I have seen few of these lovogenic psychos in last 4-5 years. They always claim that, 'we are made for each other.....we are mad for each other ....bla bla bla...'   The word 'Career' undergoes apoptosis in the dictionary of these couples. They say that staying in touch with each other propels their life/love boat in a streamline manner. 

                               

                          Frankly speaking, I don't have much idea regarding the preferences of these guys for relationship over a good career. May be it is the so called 'power of  love' which consolidates their inclination towards each other. I am not sure, whether I've under-estimated this power or they have over-estimated it.

Sometimes I feel that 'Happiness' is a subjective thing. different people have different goals in life that sprinkles  happiness on them. Some find it in the beautiful arms/eyes of their partners, some in the super deluxe rooms of The Grand Hyatt & some in the classrooms of the Harvard/AIIMS. 

                          But the biggest thing is that while watching the tug of war between the relationship & career most of us never book a ticket for our parents. Very few guys allow their parents to observe this encounter between life and wife. Believe me, less than 0.0000000001% of the parents will prefer their son/daughters love life over their bright career. I don't say that one should never fall in love, rather the relationship shouldn't be that serious to choke the career. The bitter truth is that no body is immune to love, so it is better to get vaccinated....BUT what really matters is the DOSE OF THE VACCINE(love).. The dose shouldn't be lethal for the career...

                      [There are people who have excelled in both relationships & careers, but all are not Rajnikanth...so think million times before you take any step]

                      

                       

                     

MESSAGE FROM MYOCARDIUM

                                                   If your blood is enriched with Indian traditions, if you are a serious fan of hyper-romantic movies, if your grey matter always gets jammed during sweet imaginations,then this article is tailor-made for you. In this ultra-modern society, some of the important elements of life are getting slurred & blurred & one of those things is LOVE. I don't know how I accumulate huge amount of ATPs to write about this four lettered lovely/lethal (Please be free to choose your option) word. I personally feel that the slurred & blurred state of LOVE in college life is somehow related to some confusions & some Brain-Heart Arguments. Some say love makes life beautiful,some say it only makes wife beautiful........some say love makes life better & some say it makes life bitter.........some say it is a great treat, others say it is a deep shit.....Some say it was a thorny journey & some say it was a fair affair......Believe me, the same scenario was puzzling all the neurons in  my brain since last couple of years & according to my diagnosis, the root cause was found out to be career tension & disharmony between heart & brain....

                                        

                                         I don't know what happened to me 3 days back...everything was crystal clear in front of my retina.....I was searching magic on the stage, but the real magic was among the audience......an unusual sensation captured my mind,body & soul.....but again I became the victim of CONFUSION, I couldn't decided whether to go for the magic or not.......My medicine/surgery textbooks that are bulkier than Bill Gates's blanket started oscillatory movements in front of my eyes, but at the same time my heart whispered me that, ''come on, you've always been  listening to your brain..this is my turn...please listen to me...'' Oh my god, I was again into the most unwanted & uncomfortable territory; in fact I was in a comatose stage (Glasgow coma scale was measured to be only 3!!)...But this time I was confident of getting some kind of solution. Gradually I regained my composure & tried to have a long chat with my heart & brain..



                                 BRAIN---  ''As long as you are a  free radical (UNPAIRED electron in the outer orbit), you are highly dynamic & reactive, you are filled with of energy & enthusiasm..In this sate you are ready to take on everything & everyone..you save a lot of time, a lot of money (and of course a lot of energy)....your targets get more concentrated efforts from you..but the moment you get paired, you are scared....now you are stable but disabled....Time seems to be hurried, dreams appear to be buried......only one word becomes highlighted on your dictionary; that is COMPROMISE ''...................

                                HEART--- ''this whole story is the old story....by people saying 'you are better alone'....when I asked the same chemist, which is a stronger bond, single or double, he says it is the double bond !!!!!!!! So guys love hmm..love is in the air, you have to feel it...you've to find oxygen in love...The same medical principle(IPPA) can be applied here dude..INSPECT your lover, PALPATE her innocence, PERCUSS the weak areas & AUSCULTATE her heart-beats on your chest.......




[result-- heart wins the 1st round of this exciting match, but many more rounds to go & I'll give you more updates later]

                        

GIVE ME ANOTHER STROKE

I always follow a principle: ‘NEVER SUPRESS YOUR EMOTIONS’… This really has been advantageous for me since last 3-4 years. In my opinion, writing is a great way to express emotions & as usual I am going to take its help. I had decided to say NO to blogging in the final year because of the tightly packed schedules, but one incident has made me so emotional that, I can no longer suppress my desire to blog. So I am feeling good to be back into this universe of bloggers & really enjoying typing something which is beyond my comfort zone (affairs/relationships)!!

1^st November 2010.It was a fine, cool morning in Bhubaneswar & I was in the Apollo hospital for my project works. Let me say that, for a medico, no place is better than a tertiary care word class hospital like Apollo. I usually become consciously unconscious in the 1^st 15-20 min after entering Apollo because the gorgeous receptionists in the centrally air-conditioned building make me feel like a business class passenger of a trans-continental flight. So after 20-30 min, I regain my composure & start my work. So the 1^st November was not an exception. As a routine practice I had to be with my mentor, Dr Mishra during the rounds in the neurology indoor. During the rounds we entered room no- 448 in which an 80 year old widow was in bed & was staring at the ceiling. According to my mentor she was received in a state of coma 1 month ago, was diagnosed as a case of stroke & was treated accordingly. At that point of time the lady was fine & she was requesting to discharge her from the hospital. We were astonished when we didn’t find any of her relatives to talk about the discharge but Dr Mishra promised her that she’ll be discharged soon. After coming out of the room, he told me with a sad note that ‘I want to discharge her but her none of her bloody relatives are coming to the hospital’. Then we visited other indoor patients to complete the morning rounds & came back to his OPD chamber. (If you’ll compare the OPD chamber of Apollo to that of a govt. college you’ll feel as if the Apollo chamber is for Ema Watson & the Govt. chamber is for Rakhi Sawant).

After the indoor rounds my mentor attends the OPD patients & I do the neuro-assessments of all the stroke victims, which is very much similar to watching golf tournaments in TV i.e difficult & boring. After examining 2 patients I came to room no 448. Surprisingly I found that lady with tears in her eyes. But she behaved normally as if nothing has happened. Without asking anything I started the examinations & found her to be normal (believe me or not, everything appears normal to a normal medical student). But being driven by curiosity I asked her the reason of crying. First she denied, but then started crying again & told me with a trembling voice that, ‘I am fine since last 1 week, I want to go home but my sons are not taking me’. This was really one of the tear-dragging moments of my life. When I enquired more about her family, she told about her two sons, two daughters, daughter-in laws & the two son-in-laws who are doctors! Tears streaming down her eyes, she mentioned, ‘they are coming to the hospital only for 20-30min, just to complete the formalities. They are just checking whether I am alive or dead, none of them have appeared since last week’.  I was feeling very uneasy at that moment as I saw those things only in movies like Baghban & other TV serials but never in real life. Other than consoling her I could do nothing. LL

Then I returned to Dr Mishra to tell the whole story & to find out a solution.  After listening to these things, he was annoyed & looked more tensed than Viswanathan Anand in front of a chess board. He told me that during his 5 years in Boston he found the American sons to be more loyal to their parents as compared to the Indians. Then he asked me to search her son’s phone no from the patient file (that made me feel like the member of CID team in sony). After getting the number, he dialed with the speaker on. Here goes the conversation:

Dr-hey Mr X, your mother seems to be fine now, I want to discharge her.

Mr X- Thanks doc. But I am wondering if you can keep her for another 10-15 days in hospital.

Dr- but why? She wants to go home.

Mr X- Actually I have a 3 year old son & my wife at home. If she is discharged now, it’ll be difficult for my wife to manage the condition. My wife has asthma problem.

Dr- as you wish Mr X. but remember that she is emotionally fragile & it may lead to another stroke. Hope you understand.

Mr X-yes. I do understand but what can I do?? I am helpless. I’ll talk to you later.

Hearing these things, both of us were speechless. He told me, ‘we can do nothing in this case, just keep the old lady in your mind & promise yourself that you’ll never do that to your parents’ & started attending the patients. I too started my work but in the absence of brain & heart.  So many things jammed my grey matter.

                       Today is the auspicious Diwali & I am writing this story because I can’t forget the tears of the helpless mother. When I told the story to my parents, they told that they would have preferred to remain in coma in such condition because it is unbearable for any of the parents in the universe to receive such ridiculous behavior. She must have celebrated a number of diwalis with her family members but now no body cares what their mother feeling now in this diwali. She must have been worried about her children’s health in the past but now, nobody has time for her. A son has time to get worried about the asthma of his wife but not about the brain stroke of his mother!!  We haven’t grown up by our parents just to throw money for their treatment in modern hospitals; only thing they want from us in their old age is proper caring & affectionate behavior. So please keep your parents happy throughout their life because it’ll give you more happiness than getting a job in Microsoft or getting a seat in the Harvad/MIT, because our happiness is directly propotional to that of our parents'.

AN OPEN LETTER TO ARJUN SINGH

                                                                                                                                 18/8/10

                                                                                                                              Great India

                                                                                                                             

                          Hey Mr Arjun,

You must be wondering about the fact that why this boy hasn’t used ‘RESPECTED SIR’ in the beginning…Frankly speaking, not a single neuron in my brain (relatively less corrupted) is in a mood to display respect. Whenever any news about you strikes my auditory nerves, I feel as if someone is sucking all my blood through the anus!! Don’t take the help of the word ‘generation gap’ to defend yourself. Two things inspire me to write i.e PEN & PAIN & you are responsible for the second one. If you can identify 100 people who love you other than your party/family members, I’ll stop blogging. Million years ago, Goddess Parvati reproduced lord Ganesha from the dirt of her body parts & today a general well educated student can produce ARJUN SINGH by using all the elements of disheartenment.

I hope your grey mater is thick enough to understand why we hate you. You were the proposer of 22.5% reservation for OBCs in central universities; you are the one who let Warren Anderson to fly away from India after Bhopal gas tragedy. On one hand you are reserving seats at top medical institutes like AIIMS, PGI for backward classes & on the other hand your party is ensuring the fact that, doctors for the treatment of MPs should be from the general category. Just tell me honestly, when did u last consult a doctor from SC/ST/OBC category?? Would you have preferred reservation system if you weren’t a politician? Would you have preferred these if your children were preparing for exams of AIIMS/PGI/IITs?

And what about that bloody Warren Anderson? You were a chief minister during the Bhopal gas tragedy but your action after that disaster was not better than sania mirza’s performance. I am sure that Warren must have filled your belly with millions of dollars. If vigilance department performs a lab test called as ‘SERUM DOLLAR TEST’, I am sure that you’ll have a positive report with extreme values. You should at least admit the fact that you had some mistakes during that period, so that you’ll face less torture by the YAMRAJ in the hell.

What else should I write against you?? Thank god you are not in front of me; otherwise I’d have tattooed this letter on your back. You are staying in the recycle bin folder of my brain along with Rakhi sawant. Anyways, take care in the bathroom (femur fracture is very common in old days)…..



With hate

Dr A.lenka

(hey arjun, if ever read this letter, then please don’t send any rented sharp-shooter to my address)

JUST DO IT !!!??

Memories of you have always to be cherished,

It is not the thing that’ll be easily vanished

My love for you was more than mere attraction

As I loved you without any restriction.



People said true love never existed,

But true love made me exhausted.

Exhaustion due to love is a divine feeling,

Truly, it is murder without killing……



Your love made me glad, made me mad

Can’t figure it out whether I was

Madly glad or gladly mad !!



Everything was running sweetly & swiftly

Then came the day unholy which made me so lonely

You went away like a calm breeze,

That moment made me damn to freeze.

Then cried for you, I craved for you,

No one could answer and I was helpless without you

Life was never so painful for me,

In your absence, it was not me within me.



Counted the months, counted the years

With a shaky belief that the love reappears.

Battered & bruised, I decided

Not to fall in love again,

Not to think of you again,

Not to look at you again.



I could no longer remember you

due to minimal access,

and I forgot you with minimal success.

But destiny had different plans

As it rejuvenated my charms.

Past dreams re-blossomed,

As I longed to belong to your arms.



Seeing you after a so long made me joyous

Brain became insane again & heart was hilarious.

But I could feel the difference,

Nothing is going to be perfect again

Was my heart’s inference..



All I wanted to see was a fraction of

True love in your eyes,

All the sugary memories & past dreams

In your eyes…



Not finding them smashed my unusual cheers,

And you gifted my eyes with the usual tears.



‘Please forget me’- your tongue passed this line

It stabbed my heart & tasted like unhealthy wine.

‘I am committed’- you told boldly & with a bright face

I felt like dead & was disqualified for the race.



I was not even given a second chance to get failed

I loved you with a pure heart but life got derailed……

‘true love doesn’t exist’-I have to believe people who say it,

If you get true love, JUST DO IT..

DOWN DOWN DOWN

3rd professional MBBS theory exams were over yesterday & I have a gap of 8 days for the brutal practical exams. I’d like to remind you the fact that getting 8 days break in MBBS life is really brain-soothing. We (normal students) do all types of work other than studies during short vacations & I am not an exception. Watching 3-4 movies at a stretch after the end of exam is a pleasant tradition in my college. Giving due respect to this tradition I watched movies & was engaged in social networking till 3AM. Almighty always gives good sleep to students just after the exams but in this part of world it wasn’t feasible. He/she reminded me that I’ve to attend the pediatric OPD for my incomplete project & smashed my fragile sleep into pieces. Nothing is more painful than when you had an incomplete & fragile sleep particularly when you slept so late in night. So my day begun like a typical Uday Chopra movie, unpleasant to the eyes, usually flop & DOWN.




It was 9.20 AM when my NIKE kissed the professor’s chamber in the pediatric OPD. The peon told me that Sir arrived sharply at 9.00AM which is the regular OPD opening time & this bitter truth tripled my heart rate. It is needless to describe how difficult it is to work with a punctual personality in India. ‘hey abhishek….you are 20 minutes late, what the hell you’re doing?’…Dr Modi’s tongue passed these words to my ears. He gave such an expression as if I had deliberately killed 20 patients in those inglorious 20 minutes. Dr Modi is my mentor for my research project & he is considered as one of the most student friendly pediatricians in my campus. But an angry expression from a cool person always appears lethal to a lethargic person like me. I just apologized politely & remained silent. Not surprisingly I was DOWN again.



The atmosphere in a pediatric OPD is always irritating especially when you are an insomniac. Lack of sleep, noise made by the crying babies & Dr Modi’s unusual angry looks were making me feel like an asthma patient & guess what. I was working on project related to asthma!! My eyes were desperately searching 2 things- a smile from my mentor & asthma patients. Finally I managed to get the usual smile on my favorite teacher’s face & which filtered out some of my stresses. I was waiting for asthmatics but god gave me something else!! It was 10.30 AM when a lady came to us with her 3 year old child & her mother-in-law. They were from a nearby village & probably from a family of low socio economic status.. The baby had a mongoloid appearance & it was diagnosed as a case of Down’s syndrome. God gave me another DOWN!! The baby’s grand mother told that they know it is down’s syndrome which pleasantly surprised me. It was refreshing to see rural Indian women talking about this disease but the half life of my happiness was too short. It was shorter than sahid afridi’s average innings duration because the old woman suddenly told that, ‘all these are happening just because of her mother. She must have some serious deficiency & she always brings bad luck to my family.’ These types of biased allegations from a family member brought tears in the innocent mother’s eyes. The cardio-toxic comments from the mother-in-law was unbearable for the lady She was helpless as were we. Suddenly sir broke his silence & scolded the old woman which finally terminated as typical medical counseling. ‘The mother is not the culprit & if there any one has to be blamed it should be god because it is a genetic disorder caused by a mutation. The baby is mentally retarded & needs proper care & guidance’. These words from Dr Modi soothed the mother & calmed down the furious grandmother. They went away after being counseled by him. Then sir told me that ‘we are apparently going to become one of the superpowers in the world but superstitions will never let us move forward, so spread as much awareness as you can regarding these diseases.’ So…what are you waiting for??? Let me do my duty.

Well, the proper counseling of the parents is always the best way. Babies with down’s syndrome are always mentally retarded which requires the parents to give all their attention opsonized with a lot of love & care. Cardiac disorders, gastrointestinal disorders, musculo-skeletal disorders, endocrinelogical abnormalities…..you just name it, they’ll get it in future. So they should undergo periodic medical check up regularly. There are a lot of associations working for these DOWN victims, so if possible, the parents should be encouraged to admit their babies in these centers. That’s all we can do for these innocent babies.… DIAGNOSE, COUNSEL & ENCOURAGE……

I hope I have not let you DOWN by writing about Down’s syndrome….

MAN ON A MISSION

Member of international institute of education New York, Executive member of Indian Red- cross, executive member of AICTE, Commission member of UGC India, Member of forest right act committee Govt .of India, Chairman of advisory committee of padmashree Dr D.Y Patil University , youngest chancellor of any university in India (limca bok of records 2007), ‘glory of India’ award 2007 by Indian International friendship society London  & last but not the least, founder of KIIT; one of the best universities of India& founder of KISS; the paradise for 12000 tribal students....

 

Believe me; I have typed only a fraction of his achievements...He is the great Dr Achyuta Samant.  I watched one of his interviews yesterday in a news channel & I just can’t stop myself to write about him even though I have only 11 days for 3^rd prof MBBS exam. It doesn’t matter how much I write about him because at end of the day the quantity will be compared to amount of dresses that a porn star wears. But I’ll try my best at least to provide a salwar!!!

He was born in 1965 in a very poor family in Orissa & later dragged into extreme corner of poverty after death of his father. At that point of time he was only 4 years old accompanied 6 other family members. He didn’t have any significant paternal property as his father was a worker in a steel plant. His family used to sell seasonal vegetables in the backyard of their semi-thatched house. But the poverty couldn’t chop his desire for his education. Intense desire & extreme poverty paved his way towards a rosy career, though the road was not really rosy. He used to walk 30 km per day to complete his high schooling & his sheer brilliance impressed many of his school teachers. After that he entered a college in Puri for higher education & later did his Msc in Chemistry from the glorious Utkal University(UU) in Bhubaneswar. During the college days he used to tuition school children as the amount of money he used to receive from his poor family was negligible for higher studies. He joined a college in Bhubaneswar as a chemistry lecturer after he passé out from UU & the rest was history. The amount of his sufferings from poverty I’ve mentioned here is not at all proportionate to his original ones, so don’t misjudge & tell that it is a traditional Indian story of poverty.

The great entrepreneur under his skin never satisfied him during his job as a lecturer. So he decided to start a ITI(named as KIIT; Kalinga Institute of Industrial Technology) in Bhubaneswar & that too with a capital of $100only!! Gradually he groomed his institution into one of the best engineering colleges of Orissa. Later he added more wings in the form of KIIT law school, KIMS (Kalinga Instituite of Medical Sciences), KIIT international school, KIIT school of Business to the bird known as KIIT. Later it got the deemed university status. Now it is Ranked-16 in the top Indian university list!! But the small bird was transformed into ostrich when he established KISS (Kalinga Institute of Social science). I think KISS needs some special introduction, so let’s move to the next paragraph!!

KISS, the brainchild of Dr Samant is the largest free Residential Institute exclusively for Tribal Children in Asia. Here 12000 tribal students are provided with education from kindergarten to post graduation ( K.G to P.G). Food, accommodation, healthcare and all the basic amenities of life are absolutely free, besides a job on completion of study and provision for higher studies. 20 more branches in as many districts and 5 branches in as many states are in the pipeline. Currently he is receiving more than 50000 applications per annum only for KISS!!  In his interview he said that he selects students on the degree of poverty. He never chooses meritorious students, rather he creates!! Truth reflects from his words as the passing rate of KISS students in state board examinations is 100%( the state passing rate is 54% only). While the former President Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam who visited KISS twice described it as a wonder, Noble Winner Prof. Richard Ernst lauded Samanta as his role model. Padmavibhusan Magsaysay award winner and social activist Mahasweta Devi has gone on records to describe KISS as ‘Bapu’s dream realized’, a ‘Second Santiniketan’ and ‘Bharat Tirtha’, envisioned by Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore. As Prof. Yaspal rightly remarks, ‘Samanta perhaps represents the most convincing argument that India will make it as India and not as a so-called developed country of someone else’s concept’. KISS has now added many feathers to its cap. It has been selected to receive the Micro Scholarship programme by the US Government and enlisted by UNFPA as a life skill centre. The world bodies like ‘Give India’, ‘UNICEF’ have reposed faith on KISS and its founder Samanta. Is it not a strange coincidence that Samanta was short-listed for the India Business Award – 2009 for his Social Responsibility along with the company where, his father once worked as a small time worker? Samanta has also been short listed for the coveted Qatar Foundation Prize for his innovation called KISS. Limca Book of Records has entered KISS in its pages. 

After reading this you must be thinking that Dr Samant is a very rich man. But believe me; he stays in a rented house, he doesn’t have his own bank account & you won’t find nothing more than 10 chairs in his rented house. When he was asked in the interview that why he is still a bachelor, he told that, who’ll give their daughter to a poor man like me? He says that he has only one dream in life now & that is all about the development KISS & the eradication of poverty.

Dr Samant, we the people of Orissa salute you from the core of our heart.you are really one of the greatest sons orissa has ever produced. You have been a tremendous source of inspiration for all the Indians. We pray for the success of your extra-ordinary target. May KISS kiss all the success.

ON LIBRARY IN LIBRARY

Knock....... ‘Abhi.....come on buddy...get up.it is time for library....abhi....kutte...get up’’.......I opened my stressful eyes after being banged by the above sweet(!?) words  from anuraag, my batch-mate..As a normal guy, I always hate the feeling when someone forcefully gets me out of the bed, especially from a morning REM sleep. I felt like a dog as I slept @3am last nightL. After giving some stress to my optic nerve in my dark room, I found out that it was 8.30 am. OMG... I scratched my head in tension because our library opens @9amL. Suddenly I felt as if I am amalgamated with the soul of Usain Bolt. Then I attended the sweet call from nature in a hurry & stepped towards the medico’s morning destination; the LIBRARY.

I know, some of you are wondering about the fact why I sacrificed my much needed sleep. Is it just for a tag of punctuality in my neck??? NO...actually having(capturing) a seat in the library of my college during summer is similar to Ravindra Jadeja bowling a maiden over in a T-20 match!! Sometimes I feel that one has to reserve a seat since the stage of zygote!!Nobody prefers a hot hostel over an air-conditioned library .on the other hand, sitting in library ensures me an extended period of study. That is why I am flying in love with our library. If you have never been to a library of a medical college, then you are reading the right article.

All the hard-core library-philiacs reach the library gate before 8.55am during summer & wait for the officials to open it. Some students are very possessive about their fixed seats so they always sparkle in the queue. The boyfriends always hold 6-7 books (including their GF’s). It is really pathetic to watch some of the underweight boyfriends holding the 4 volumes of Harrison/2sets of bailey-love/2 sets of robbins.....anything for you ma’am!!!. They are definitely good prospects in weight-lifting for India in Olympics.

Some nocturnal animals like me, hit the library at 9.30 am. Even at this time, it takes a lot of effort to get a seat. At 9.30, although 90% of the seats are reserved, you’ll find only 50-60 students in the library having a capacity 500 students!! This is just because of the old Indian disgusting tradition of reserving seats for friends & so-called lovers by keeping a book on the table. Some students keep their book & leave away to have some Tiffin in our inglorious canteen. Some other go to the table-tennis room & return after 6pm!!!

So at around 10 am, all the brains align themselves in a common phase; STUDY. You’ll find 3 different category of students (1) Voracious readers (2) Lovers & (3) Students unable to concentrate. I don’t want to transform my article into a boring one by mentioning about the 1^st category. So let me skip those purely dedicated souls..!!

So here comes the second category; LOVERS.  They always sit next to each other unlike at restaurants where they sit in front of each other. Do you know why?? Actually in the restaurant, the BF wants to check how much his lover is eating, but in the library there is no threat to the wallet!! 99.9% of the lovers are accompanied by a bottle in front of them (rest 0.01% are kangaroo rats!!). The boyfriends bring water in every 30-40 min. I wonder how they become thirsty so frequently at 18 degree centigrade. It won’t be a bad idea to start a project on the topic ‘effect of love on serum vasopressin/aldosterone ’!!  Some undergraduate couples prefer to sit in the P.G section, even if seats are available for them!! I am still searching for the exact reason. Is it for dignity/privacy?! In my opinion, this category is the most efficient one, because they study for 1 hour intensely followed by 10-15 min of romance in canteen which filters out all the stress. Ultimately students from this category come out in flying colours in all the exams. BEHIND EVERY SUCCESSFUL LOVER, THERE IS A LIBRARY!!

Now, let’s shift to our category i.e students unable to concentrate for a long time. It wears the tag of majority. Students of this category study intensely for 20-25 min followed by gossiping in the toilet/stairs/canteen for 15 min.  Their earphones always kiss their external auditory canal. Studying SPM/microbiology in the background music of chiggy wiggy/zoobi doobi is amazing!! The sweeper’s duty becomes difficult because of the huge no of chocolate wrappers & chewing gums below the table of this category. Some of the eyes intermittently search (unsuccessfully) for rare angelic faces sitting in front of them. Externs from Manipal/Mumbai have always been the sources of attraction for this category. 3/4^th of cerebral cortex is for studying & 1/4^th for eyeing on others activities!!

Students from this category do everything. They stare at girls, they stare at difficult charts explaining acid-base balance, gossip about exams, gossip about movies/cricket/affairs etc &
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&. Some of them waste their time by writing articles on LIBRARY .......

siren.........................OMG its 11.00pm.its library closing time...this is enough...i'll start studying from tomorrow !!

[I hope this article hasn’t hurt anybody’s emotions. If it has, then I m not sorry because in my opinion there is nothing in it that is cardio-toxic ] !!