Hey ya!

I look back at my previous posts and I look back at them with disdain.How childish were some of those posts.And I am so sure that I will look back at this present post with the same sentiment.

It was in the wee hours of morning today,probably at 5.30.And I felt aloof and forlorn.Just then the tiny black mp3 chip on my table caught my glance.My mp3 player had so faithfully served the dual purpose of playing me songs as well as being my "first escape mechanism" when I wanted to run away from everything in life.

I listened to a song called "Hey ya!", by the Outkast.And then just like how songs can bring us back to our past, I began to reminisce about the days when I used to listen to the song.

The song had found its discovery way about six yrs back when I was a dumbwit 17 yr old.Incidentally it was the very first song that I had downloaded on my computer.At that time it was the most downloaded song in i pod and was one of the only two songs of the mellineum that had made it to the Rolling stones list of "500 greatest songs".But what was catchy to me was its outrageous nutty video(based on the Beatles video of the 70's),the simple drums beat that was the soul of the song from the beginning till the end and its logic defing lyrics like"Dont want to be your caddy,just want to meet your daddy " or "whats cooler than being cool?ice cold!!".At times I used to add my personel grooves and dance moves to the song.Everyday it was the same routine.Iused to come back from school,fling my bag away,wont pause even to have lunch and then listen to this song for about as many times as I wanted.About six yrs later the song found its resurgence when I was a dumbwit final yr MBBS student.Funny part was even then I hadnt grown tired of its wackiness and it still never failed to put a smile on my face when I used to ponder about the trivialities of my life.

Then I realise maybe everyone needs somthing that would cheer them up when they feel desperate.For some its talking to the person thay love,for some its going to a place they liked.Yet for some others like me its listening to songs they love and writng a blog.So when I feel that Iam good for nothing or no one would respect the gibberish crazy stuff that I want to talk about I would probably sneak into a internet cafe and writ total crap like this.....And for the record I can very well imagine myself tapping myself to this song even when Iam 50-60 old woman....he..he...!

A letter from a medical student to a patient....

Dear friend,
This letter comes out from someone from whom you would had endured torture in your most unfortunate period of sickness.I, personally have gone to check your reflexes when you could barely move,tap on your chest when all you wanted was to just sleep and put a stethescope on you when you were too tired.We were cruel at times because inspite of being laden back with some of the hardest times of your life and even at the brink of death we still deprived you of your right to be peaceful.

But deep within our hearts you have to know that we wished for your health.We have wished that your 1yr old child would not lie in bed with a heart disease but can play and live like just any other kid..... We have wished that you were not so near to death but could have many more years with your loved ones.....And we have wished that you could move around like everyone with dignity and not have to depend on others even to satisfy your basic needs

You have been extremely kind and compassionate to us.. We know how irritating it is even when when has to speak with a sore throat or go around with a running nose...But you have been much more than that.You have been paralysed from top to bottom,been coughing up blood and gasping for breath... Yet you didn't shove us away from you.We have learnt more that we would from any text books.And you have taught us to be better human beings.

I cant promise you anything in return.I don't think we will see anyone of you again.But we can promise you one thing...Years from now when your children or loved one come to us with a sickness we would look upon them not as we did now.But to actually relive them of their pain.We would have forgotten your names,your faces... But you would be remembered in every patient that you would have helped us save with your co operation and selflessness.

With regards,
A medical student.

Hope and a little bit of hopelessness...

So after having gone through days of exams which has already barbequed my brain and caused it to shut down I had to do something which would revive me in some way.... It has been a full cycle. After a very long time I have come back to doing the one thing which has bought contentment and pleasure in my life..... "Writing total idiocy".


The loveliest two things which God has endowed us human beings are love and memories.So even if a medical student like me forgets something very elemental as remembering the name of all the carpel bones or the normal value of thyroid hormones I still remember those trivial yet treasured moments in my life like having a silly chat with my friends or riding at the back of my father's bike.And that is because we need these memories to derive the meaning in life or we need them so that we can hope..

Every person finds the fragrance in ones life because we hope.We hope that no matter how badly we have done an exam we might still pass,no matter how defeated we may be we will still win and no matter how distant our loved ones are we still have the same love.Sometimes it defies logic and reason but we still hope..like how we could still retain the innocence of a child or be with your parents for eternity.

I didnt have anything in particular to write about.As I said I had reached the end of my thinking capacity.For a few days I had been driven by this rage.. this hopelessness that I would reach no where in life(must have been the exams).I have revived myself a bit though a still down in dumps.So next time I might come up with something more thoughtful to write about..ciao..