Lazy Lamhe!
Just three days into my holidays, and whoa i’m changed! It’s like a slide in a water-park, except that it’s reversed (from the dark depths of MBBS-1 i’ve ascended to the glorious heights of holidaying at home. Gravity defying!)
The mantra at home is – spoil yourself and take pride in that. Like i sleep for 12 hours nowadays(i’m covering for the lack of sleep during exams), i’m eating like The Hulk(again, i was almost starving all year in Maharashtra); i read a giant novel all day(my vocab is shrinking and it needs a fix, that’s why) and yeah, i do NO outdoor physical activity whatsoever(doctors also need some rest).
But since we’re Sharmas, itna toh chalta hai yaar. Rishi Kapoor once said, ” Kapoor family is like a bunch of little elephants, cuddly and fatty”. Ditto us. Ketan has grown into a full Giant(the ones you see in Harry Potters) now, though of course he refuses to acknowledge. He’s outgrown even my clothes. So what if i’ve started inflating again? Main uska bada bhai hoon.
I want to learn guitar, but no tutor would accept me because of my short-duration in Ambala. And despite his repeated requests, i won’t learn it from my brother(for some BIG reasons – he doesn’t know it himself, and because in turn he wants me to do a lot of his school work). Nowadays, i’m also serving as guinae pig to mummy’s cooking experiments(she’s taken a fortinght off from office). Though, i must admit this part is enjoyable in parts.
Perhaps, this is how i wanted life to be afterall! Sitting and doing nothing. Eternal bliss!
Typing woes
There are so many times when i just want to type/write something. Like now, at 01:05 AM a writing-pressure is building inside me, waiting to be let out(and threatening to break out). I’m posting this time becausethe other option was to write an entry for my personal diary, which i’ve done only rarely recently because it looks too cumbersome(plus my handwriting is now barely legible).
There are times when i sit in front of the system, sleeves rolled, cell on silent mode, wearing headphones and musicmazaa.com playlisted to play some soulful Rehman tracks. But as soon as i get to serious work(that is, writing something for this web log), there seems to be chaos. A lot of things run in a lot of different directions inside my head, nullifying each other and in the process leaving me searching for appropriate words and phrases and punch lines; taking me farther away from the main theme all the time.
English is my second language. This may be a big reason at my failure of instantly organising the thought process in a particular direction and venting them out in an organised manner. But i’ve discovered that this explanation is hardly valid because my where-to-start-from-and-end problem persists even with my Hindi too.
Wait! I was quite good with english at school. I seriously doubt that Mrs Dua, my English teacher, had anything to do with my better phonetic and literature skills in school. So what happened to them now? Why do i starve for words? Who’s responsible for my ever shrinking vocabulary? Surely, my Wernicke’s Area isn’t degenerating!
Perhaps, it’s because i type now, instead of writing. The keyboard can never replace the pen. I feel a sense of freedom while i’m writing. You can’t ‘type’ a poem i suppose, you can only ’pen it down’. Call me stuck in the past, but the best lines i’ve written have all come from the pen…
The result is out, almost.
Our college knows its tricks and pranks. It pulled a fast one on us, a few hours before we were to leave Aurangabad by train. The result of MBBS-I is out. Actually first we were tricked into believing that the result will be out not before the thirtieth. Whatever. I passed!
But not everyone did, of course. One of the best human beings i know, one of my best friends ever, one of my pillars of strength, my confidante, my secretkeeper, my know-all, my joke-sharer, and they’re all one person - couldn’t make it this time. I have immense faith in this person and i know all will be well within forty days.
ps: only half the result is out – that is, the website is showing only whether you’ve passed or failed. No marks or ranks have been given as yet.
The drizzle and the parting, and a failed attempt…
It’a been drizzling brightly today. How strange that most of the best and the worst things, and the most melodramatic ones take place when it rains. The skies have a gut feeling i guess, i good one at that.
Today was my last day at the hostel this session. We’ll no longer be the ragged but valiant freshers when we come back in a month. The timewheel has turned a full circle. Time has flown by. The drizzle looks like the last tears of a dying phase of my life.
I came back from the railway station an hour ago. We’d gone there to see off Alok and some other friends. Everybody’s happy that they’re going home, and everybody’s sad. Manasi is right when she says that now each one of us has two abodes, the home and the college. You can’t escape the slight tinge of gloom while leaving one of these places when you’re immersed in the celebrations of going to another.
Sugam, one of my good friends here, tried to commit suicide today evening by drinking a full All-Out mosquito repellant liquid bottle, vodka style. She failed in her mission because a) i think she lacked the will to die, b) All-Out aint such a potent killer c) she lives in the Girls’ hostel barely a stone’s throw away from the hospital. I can’t post why she waned to kill her, but yes, fact is that a girl of my college and my age didn’t want to live anymore.
What baffles me is that when i met her at about 4:20 pm, she was in all her elements – cracking jokes, planning about tomorrow’s train journey home(yea she’s coming with us, she’s from punjab). And an hour later insanity had prevailed. The only good thing for her, for us and for the one who induced in her such irrationality is – her’s was a failed attempt.
It’s drizzled after a long time today.
India decides.
The voting has begun. Within a few minutes the it will be decided if the UPA wins the trust vote in parliament or not. I’ve come to the cafe to see the voting live on NDTV.com as the hostel TV is out of service.
The Dark Knight
What a movie! It will give Iron Man a tough competition where and when it’ll matter. Some of the sequences were so breathtaking that by the interval, my jaw was tired of getting dropped so frequently!
Heath Ledger in the role of Joker is spine-chilling. Batman is cool, but Joker is the scene-stealer. He snatches/clinches/carries the movie single handedly. He simply disappears into the role. I just discovered that he died earlier this year. Sad.
It’s unbelievable how much impact some audio-visual inputs can have on you. I was on the edge of my seat for most of the time. Great stuff.
4.5/5
Fun-1
The fun has officially, practically and wholly begun. Life has done a volte-face. From deathly lows to heavenly highs – i’m seeing everything out here. I saw The Dark Knight at PVR last night. The impact it had on me is e-n-o-r-m-o-u-s. The Joker, Heath Ledger, is great. More on it in the next post…
We went out for a fabulous outing today. We hired a travera, first went to the grand Ellora caves, then to a hill station called Mehsmar and then to a water-park. Real, solid fun. I’ve just returned.
But amidst the loud music, my excited shouts at the water-park and all the spicy food i’ve consumed in the last 24 hours, i’ve ended up with a sore throat which is as bad as it gets. I’ve got a baritone now which is punctuated by air-puffing sounds which is – not cool.
Can’t wait to get back home and start writing here about more serious topics.
Now, the fun begins.
I feel phoenixed, once more.
I had a horrid, testing time recently. I think i deserve some rest, or perhaps more that 
. Went out the whole evening today, had a fab dinner, going for The Dark Knight tonight(i’m excited about it), tomorrow we’re leaving for a nearby hill station…in short… life’s up and running again. Hey, and did i forget to say that i’m leaving for home on friday?
Couldn’t be better!
Practical Horror
I will rate the practical examination of medical stream more challenging and more punishing than the theory exams any day. Last three-four days were torture of the highest degree. Pressure, competetion, the quest for knowledge are all one thing. But when you’re required to face four hard faced examiners every consecutive day firing at you questions infinitely tough – these good old virtues all evaporate.
Boy – it was a new nightmare everyday. How i wished i had by-hearted tryptophan metabolism in detail, how i wished i knew how the arm’s abduction would be affected if deltoid was paralysed while serratus anterior was not, how could i not study the ossification of carpals and the joints of tarsals! Whhoosh. Well, there were some positives too but they were few and far between.
I’m glad the final exams are over. NOW, THE FUN BEGINS.
Phool Phir Khil Jaate Hain(Mesmerising)
…contd from last post
But that’s not important… what’s important is how beautiful life is life. Finals were almost as hectic as the prelims, bohot **** fati. But i enjoyed every bit of it. Every second.
Life has so many faces, so many views and view points, so many layers and so many characters and many more stories. Even the off days are so good, the good ones are obviously better. Mesmerising.
May be this place is not meant to handle such philosophical lines. But i can’t help it, not when practical exams are still more than 60 hours away… not when i got a long long long holiday after that… not when i’m so happy that i’m in this profession… not when i’ve listened to “Kahin Toh” from Jaane Tu for not less than 20 times straight in the last one hour… not when Rashid and Vasundhara are singing so beautifully… not when it’s the most rocking, i repeat The Most Rocking time i’ve ever had. Mesmerising.
