It's Over.

So here's me, "The Post Breakup Intern" after 2019, presenting the final lights of MBBS. The journey was fast, I'll get my degree in like 3 months. 

I am just typing randomly. This time I am not having any special content. It's just what I feel. I don't think this is a blog.

What did I gain here?

1) Knowledge.

2) A few, true friends.

3) A few pounds, though I am losing those pounds now.

4) Depression, LOL.

No-No List!

1) Never back down.

2) Make no bitch friends.

3) Make no "bitch"/"dog" your friend.

4) No unlimited Boozing.

5) No to the case you don't know about. (Refer to higher centre)

I am just hoping that everything goes well the day I start working. 

And I am ambitious, I hope I'll make good money.

So, let's be selfish and just move ahead with life. That's it.

Confused- Which place do I belong to?

I am back with a blog after a long time. I dont know if I will write again very soon, but this thing just hit me up...and i guess I should be writing (typing) about it.

Lol. The heading is legit for most of the people like me. Just see yourself in the mirror and ask a question "Which place do you belong to?" Damn it. I am sure you wont be able to explain that so easily. I still remember, the first day of college provided me with this question. And I answered it pretty well -"Delhi se hain boss!" But really? Am I even from Delhi? Because I was born in Chandigarh.
But this doesn't end here.
Let me give you all the thought process of this question with following points. Maybe you will find them relatable:

1) I am from Chandigarh because I was born there.

2) I am from Delhi because my relatives are in Delhi.

3) But we are Punjabis, so anyways it leads back to Chandigarh, which is also the capital of Punjab.

4)I have a domicile of Delhi and I completed my higher education in Delhi. So, I am from Delhi.

5)I think saying Delhi is cool, so I am from Delhi, but being from Punjab is a thing pride for Punjabi....so I am from Chandigarh.

6)My ancestors were living in Pakistan before partition, so I am not from either Delhi or Chandigarh...but I am a Pakistani with name Bharat? 😂😂😂😂😂😂

7)Chuck it. Idk.

So that is what the situation becomes in your mind once you are filled with such thoughts. I am not at all satisfied, and my mind blows everytime when somebody asks me this question. This even leads to sub-contexts...as in "Chandigarh or Panchkula or Mohali?" And than I answer it as Tricity.

It is a very weird thing to talk about. But anyhow someone has to come up with blunt unsatisfactory questions. And that is what I did.

Ya anybody there to help me out??
Lemme know. 🤔🥴

Parents.

Hello everyone. Its been a long time....I know. But I am back with a new one for you all!!!
Today, I thought, that I always get some good compliments for writing. People even ask me to write more. But, I had to think about it...where did it all came from?
And at that moment, I saw those two having a chit chat with each other with a cup of tea in their hands. They saw me and they smiled. In their smiles I saw those blessings which have always gave me a power to rise.
Those two persons- Mom & Dad.

Dad has always been so good. So cool. He is the one who gives you everything. Ask him once...whatever you need...if its for your good; he will surely provide it to you.
I have memories....I still remember when I had to go Shimla on a trip from school. I was in 12th standard. And at that time we had some financial problems in our home. Even my fees was paid with difficulty.
My bad....I was too much stubborn as I had to go to Shimla. The cost for the trip was ₹5000. And other expenses for that trip made it close to a sum of ₹10000. But my Dad, he still paid the amount. He never thought about the other situations...the bills were never given any upper places...but my happiness was. And he did that. He thought of it...that how can he make his son delighted.
When I think of all this now....I am always amazed.

Mom...the word itself is so much soothing. You know....you dont have a date...take your Mom with you dude. You will feel so pleasant about it...other than that she will never deny or reject your 'Rosy Proposals'.
When I was a kid...She made me all those lovely paranthas. She didnt saw what time it was...but whenever I needed food, she would always come uo with something to eat. And even....I consider her my first teacher. She taught me to walk, to speak, to memorize. She taught me everything. She loves me a lot.
Mom. Dad. I love you both a lot. I cannot say this straight to you. I dont know why. But I really love you both. I know you will always be my side. You will always help me.
Please...never leave me.
And yes. I am proud to be your son.
Love you.
Thanks

Incy- Wincy!!!

MBBS... is this course a mistake?

Well...I am writing this one for a cause. The bad that is happening to me and other 650 students of Uttar Pradesh and many students from other states too....The MBBS students.
Last year, numerous new colleges were established in India for the MBBS course. They were approved by the Medical Council also. Like the other students, I also took admission in one of the colleges of Uttar Pradesh. But today...I am being told that I am discharged from my college along with other 105 students as I have not took admission from counselling. I am a provisional student of MBBS. Its not like that I dont have any permission to take admission....I had cleared the entrance exam NEET and as an eligible student I had took admission.
One one side its being told to the public that there is severe shortage of doctors in India; on the other hand the MCI is discharging us knowing that we are NEET qualified students....Is this fair?
No. This is injustice. One should not put boundations on our studies just by saying that we are the ones who violated the Supreme court's orders. I want to ask....if this would be happening....how will India get qualified doctors?
Its my request to everyone who are reading this. Please dont take the newspaper reports as the correct thing as these news are against the student's future. I hope the people will understand and will help us out of it by socialising this matter.
Thanks.

Playground Cluster!!!

Back!

Okay...Think about it...You are in a class in which you are not able to understand a single topic. Brain orders you "Get your ass out of this Hell dude!!!" The lecturer is getting on your nerves. You are reeling about those scenes from Fifty Shades Of Grey. And when the climax is in your eyes the lecturer points!!!! "That guy wearing that yellow trouser....stand up!!" And this is when the drilling starts. LOL.

Later you think a lot about it. "I should have never attended that class!!! And as my mood is bad....I will not attend other classes also...Bunk!!!"

And now the fun starts. Bunking classes has always been an awesome thing for college as well as school students. 

For the hostel students, its more easy to bunk. Nobody is there to ask them where you are and what you are doing....Own life!

There are a lot of guys enjoying themselves in canteen. The perfect spot. Some of them sipping tea....others eating stuff....some lying on the chairs as if that's their dad's place.
The most "non-humble" person of University is one and only....The Girls Hostel's warden. Pricking up everyone because they are bunking the classes....she doesn't even shows any exemptions for boys. Strange human.
You go down the stairs of hostel...You will always find 7-8 of them jumping around...messing up the floor. Dirty to Dirtier. But that's the actual fun!
There was moment when I was sleeping in my room....It was around 12 in the noon. Knock Knock!! Here comes the Warden again. And you can imagine what could have happened....
Most of us get bored during the demonstrations and practicals. During the anatomy practical.....while I was on bunk; relaxing in my room;I heard my friend's voice. He told me that he escaped the wrath of that practical. So much insane about it....he told me how he did that exactly....as if he bunked the class for the first time. LOL.
The guy in 8....God knows if he ever gets free time for college. You want to hide somewhere....8 is always open for you. Same is for 10. Ummm. To be honest....same is for every room!!!!


Overall it can be explained that there are numerous ways to bunk classes. Both aspects are there.....It's bad, It's Good. Some readers might be thinking that what is so special about bunking the classes...but dude...when you have the pressure of maintaining your attendance in a medical college, you will surely understand the value of Bunks. ;-)
These are the memories we will never forget. These are like movies.....and we are the director of these movies....and these movies will be released in our brains and heart in the future when we are sitting alone....smiling about all this!!!

Well....I know this blog is small...but writing about it was actually interesting for me. I wanted to write about it from a long time. Hope you all like it.

Thanks
Trump!!!!

The Home.

As a fresher, what do you think is your other home?

Ofcourse, the Hostel, except the Rumor Guy.

The place with a new family. With lots of people around. With total fun and amusement.

Well, I can only write about boys hostel as we dont have any proper'information' about the girls hostel. LOL.

The life in hostels is always expected to be a strict one. But the fun begins when we tear the strictness apart. Its all about how you and your friends are able to do it. Crack the decorams. 

The first day I came in the hostel...everyone appeared to be from different planets...including me. #NoOffense. Some like me with the age 18 looked like 21 and those with 21 looked like 18. Some looked like Beasts...and one of them is always found to have a good life word with me. I looked like a grumpy guy to everyone.

It was a matter of few days only...everyone came to their real senses. The stunts started with my roommate's birthday who had to bear a lot of slippers on the whole body. The cake of wafers was made for him. Crunch it this way, crunch it that way.
It was not easy for anyone of us to glitter the warden. One had to bring delicacies from home to satisfy the man. And yep...it is working now.
The major problems occur when our thingy's are not at their actual place...funny it is; one guy is looking for soap, other one in search of bucket and mug...even toothbrushes!!! I'd never knew that even such items get misplaced so easily.
The 8 and 10 are always in mess....the aroma of disgusting leftovers....shutup! They are awesome dude!!! As the people in these rooms are your best buddies!
The chaos of washroom seem to give all of the boys the best moment....."I dare you to shit for another two minutes, come out punk!"
One thing that makes my hostel special- Birthday Parties.
Guess what? You must be thinking that we have those Jack Daniels with us...but I can swear on everyone's behalf...its just the cake which gives us the pretty half hour moment. Slippers and belts are added so as to make the birthday guy look more 'Decorated'.
Its never like that one has to be studying all the time....we all are animals here. Just go into any on the fourwalls....and you are always welcomed. You can even have a good nap at their place.
The crazy dude from 8 is always seen to be running here and there picking up other's things...but that's fun! I guarantee he never steals. The 'Black Hoodie Guy' in 10 is having a great time. God....even his wardrobe is filled with black clothes. So much is his love for black. Again....no offense... I am not a racist man!!!
No matter what the situations are...we are all united. We care for each other. You know what? We all Love each other. We all enjoy the nights...people at their homes think about night stays....believe me, you dont have to do this once you are in hostel.

But the toughest are the times when you miss them...your family. You are near to tears. Alone in the room you miss your sibling's cheerful voice. The shouts that your dad did when you are acting like an idiot. And mostly.... the love with your Mom. Yes. I miss her. I know everyone does. It doesn't matter how much cheerful you are...but you miss her.
Overall, I can say that hostel is a nice building. Once you leave it; you will be seen amused with the super crazy moments you had there. Relish them!
Crispy!
Thanks.

Being Screwed- Very Idiotic Visual Analysis.

Yes. The title explains the whole thing. How does one get screwed in the college?
By ragging? By conversational rifts?
No! No! No!
The answer is VIVA.
Now you get the actual point. Imagine yourself standing infront of the professor; he is staring at you. Piercing you by eyes. What do you feel now?
Screwed.
That's how I felt during the viva of anatomy. Drilled and screwed. They say that theories are important but you see your real self in the viva. How much you know, how much you are attentive in class; professor can read it by the strands on ur face that occur during viva.
Very Idiotic Visual Analysis. This is what professor did with me. I dont want to make fun of him....but its the rage in me which made me to make the full form of the word viva.
You are waiting for your turn to come. You are waiting for the call. And if its the winter season, you shiver as if you are a Parkinson's patient.
I saw that short girl dancing along with the winter vibes after her viva. She was quite happy. After all she gave the best viva. I was totally jealous. How can she be so good?
Well. That's my brain. The fart travelled to my brain producing the excretory thoughts.
Finally, my name was called. A hot sensation ran up to my spine. The lecturer who was taking my viva, umm...yeah she is hot. No doubt in that. But was she cool by her brainy aspect? Nope. She was not. She told me "take this bone and explain it." God. For me humerus was a headache. I didnt even knew how to hold that thing!!! Somehow I started "this is greater tubercle, this lesser..." I saw that bad grin of hers. "Hold it right! Idiot!" What could I do? I didnt knew even the H of that!
"Ma'am, can I explain the other one? The radius?"
With a bad face, she permitted me. And I.....
I again dumped myself into a hole. I ruined everything by holding it upside down just for 3 seconds!!!!
The viva went bad for me. But there were two rounds of it, I was good in explaining the soft parts to the man with bad throat.
In the evening, I was only able to see bad faces. My story was almost same as that of others. We all had a bad day.
But I was okay with it. We are new in the college. It will take time to sort out some things.
The depressed soul and the mountain guy were seriously hurt by this viva thing. They both are my friends. I could just...smile to them!
I even laughed at them. Haughty Haughty.
So what is the conclusion?
What did you understood by all this?
As far as I can explain, its all in the hands of the person taking your viva. A funboy, A killer lecturer. They know how to drill you. Its not like the school where you can just left their questions unanswered... in the college; no answer means Dead End.
Now I have understood that it is a hard task to score passing marks. Even the brains with best creativity fails. And in Medical, everything is factual. You made your own story, that means you are digging a hole for yourself to fall in.
I still think, if the dean tells us the way that 'How having girlfriends can make you pass the viva-voce?' I just added this one for fun. But this is somewhat a good question. Girls got higher marks than guys. How? Maybe there is some sort of Ninja Hattori technique behind all this.
Coming to the end.....
The lecturer thinks that "Viva is the test of discipline."
What I think it is?
Being Screwed.


Thanks a lot everyone for giving such nice responses to my last blog. I love it when you all support me. Hope you all like this one also!
Pluto!!!!