Balderdash Thoughts, Medicine: Year 4

Que sera sera..

Sometimes I feel I am way too old to be whining about friends. The moment I start my brain back-flips as the same thoughts hit me and it feels so tiring to go round and round the same circle. I literally feel a bolus of vomit stuck in my gut and one in my head.… Continue reading Que sera sera..

Curriculum Vitae, Medicine: Year 4

It’s No Treat Being In My Head

I bunked college today to come back early because I couldn't take a minute more of the pointless droll my Professor was trying to sell (offense intended). Stopped at the bakery to get bread for my friend, had a tiff with a cab driver, came back and stuffed myself with food and regretted it the moment… Continue reading It’s No Treat Being In My Head

Incidents, Medicine: Year 4

What’s your Room No. ?

Why is it that moving crowds make me feel so horribly crippled and so devastatingly stranded? Stay there for a minute or two and see them all moving on, while you are waiting for that one thing. Standing, invisible and unseen amongst everyone you know. Low self-esteem? Nah, sometimes it's just a simple observation So… Continue reading What’s your Room No. ?

30th Novembers

30th November (IV) belated

I got up with sun stinging my eyes, someone banging at some door and my bladder threatening to burst. I woke up gruntled and went out. Took me a whole minute to recognize the fact that all my friends had gone to brunch and it was a whopping 12 26 pm So by this time,… Continue reading 30th November (IV) belated

Medicine: Year 1

I live in a goofy corridor

And believe me when I say it I do live in a really goofy and creepy corridor a) There's a vampire : I do mean it. My corridor is usually occupied by senior students with creepy hairstyles. SO, one day I was on my way to wash my dishes when I by accident gazed into a room.… Continue reading I live in a goofy corridor

Balderdash Thoughts

Realization. Realization

There is a world to talk about. There are emotions and words cropped in me. But I go my way as always, mosaic and uncertain. Balderdash. All balderdash I have so truly recognized the two halves in me that make a whole I am grateful and fortunate to be. There is a deep and pathetically… Continue reading Realization. Realization