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Hello everybody!!!!
I shall thank everyone here who took the time and trouble to read this (stupid?) ‘heat of the moment’ piece of my mind. And must I say that everyone looks really cool today. Maybe I should try on that hairstlye sometimes though I doubt it’ll suit me as much as it does you. 😀

This is not going to be me rambling about another one of my stupid problems . I’ve realised that they’re really ‘tucchu’ (that’s what they say for insignificant things that really noone gives a damn about, in India)🙄. Instead let’s talk about……… Ummmm……. People? In general? People we know and those we don’t know, people we see on a bus stand that we might or might not remember, celebrities on reality shows and interviews. So……. People.

Everyday of our lives we come across a myriad of people, some of them never to meet again (and being a med student only helps). Our brain obviously can’t keep track of every face and every hairstlye we come across (let’s leave that to the hyperthymestics, shall we?) but there are certain people who definitely catch our attention (like the nose ring you’re wearing which compliments your Bob I or is it the other a way around? And my goodness, that smile is precious). Okay, so our first instinct whenever we come across anybody is to judge them. Maybe not criticise them or maybe we do, just form our own opinions about them. Based on the clothes they wear, their choice of sandals, their handbags, and accessories, and…….. you get the gist. Its a way to amuse ourselves, hell I’m the kind who’s just sit in a park or something and people watch (it’s beyond fun, trust me). And everybody does it , come on , we’re only human right!!!!! And what’s not to say that we are not judged by people too? Everybody judges everybody….. Period.

When it comes to our near and dear ones, the ones we actually know, it gets a little different. We still tend to judge them, but this time there would be preformed rules and concepts about them, a certain position and role they would have in the movie that is our life which we think we direct and view. So when they just so much as dare take even a 30° turn from that position, ( or add their own ad-libs….), the only thing that we can do in our defence is judge. Judge them for having chosen to be a different themselves ( or even their true selves), though our narcissistic brains overexaggerate even a tiny bit, blow things way out of proportions because our brains don’t have the basic function of adapting to change. We blame them for not conforming to the standards we set for them, not playing by the rules. And then follows the neverending sequence of disappointment, looking down upon them and giving up on them ( not that they deserve any of this shit for you being an asshole). And inturn by doing all this we let them down, change their perspective about us and INA way force them to judge us too? All in all, it’s a two-way thing- we judge and are being judged!

I have been rambling on for quite some time now, haven’t I?😌. But you have really been patient with all this and thank you for that. All I want to say is, maybe we should give people a chance. Not that we can stop judging, that’s asking for a lot and it’s never going to happen anyway. So all that’s left to do is, give people a chance to show that the change is worth it, but before that give yourself a chance for accepting!

You guys are beautiful regardless!!!!


Careless from without, careless within!!!!

The source of all problems is carelessness.

 “I resolve to be careful henceforth and do my work meticulously”. I bet this is the promise most of us make to ourselves whenever a mishap happens only to realise it was for naught. Because it turns out careless, like ugliness is to the bone.

 After jeopardising my friendship with my friend on losing her pendrive I thought I had learnt my lesson. Because I couldn’t afford losing a friend as our worth in the society (by which I mean in my class) is measured by the number of friends we have. And being a person who has a limited number of friends to show off, I just couldn’t take the risk. If only I had known that my next bout of carelessness would show itself sooner than the span of most of the flings now a days, I wouldn’t have wasted all my time and tears apologising for the pendrive. 

  This time it so happened that I was running for God only knows what reason and somehow my phone found way through my pocket, because you know , somehow antigravity and then the magic of gravity and bang!!!!! Nice pattern on the screen….. Then your knowledge of forensic medicine kicks in and you start applying Puppe’s rule and determining which crack could have come first before you realise the gravity of the situation. 

Next follows a sequence of event: 

1. Calling up every one of your friends on your contact list ( even the ones you had pledged never to talk to) and explaining to them whatever the hell happened. So by the time it comes to the last friend the blame is ultimately on the phone for having such a feeble screen. ( Screw responsibleness)

2.  Replaying the unanticipated scene in your mind a million times and devising plans of how you could have avoided it. (Of course in vain).

3.  This is when guilty conscience whips you hard on the ass and you start wondering if your parents would disown you. Now this might sound a little absurd as ‘it’s just a screen ‘ (like one of my friends described his concern over this issue). But having the ‘screen’ broken a myriadfold, there are high chances. And considering even 6 months haven’t passed since I bought this phone, asking my parents for money was put of question. 

4. Next step- blaming the parents. Because genetics!! If laziness can be inherited so can be carelessness. 

5. The realization of not having much options and cajoling yourself into not doing anything about it. Because what harm can a shattered screen do except for cutting your fingers and infecting your pulp spaces? Come on , no one’s died of it I’m sure. 

 So the lesson I’ve learnt from this ‘accident’ is that you can’t stop being what you. No matter how hard you try your flaws latch onto you like a sperm to an ovum without which you wouldn’t have come into being with such awesome imperfections. 

 Most of the teachers say that they remember the students who excel in studies but mostly the ones that are notorious. So remember that your flaws are what make you unique and if this is the way you can avoid oblivion then be it!!!!


 Life is 10% what happens to us and 90% how we react to it. 
Hola fellow earthlings. It took me about two whole days to think about what I should be writing in my very first post. Stupid, I know. I mean come on, most of the bloggers must’ve started with a whole plan in mind and stuff. And then there are those like me who in the heat of the moment think they can do whatever they want to, maybe even start a blog! And when the adrenaline and cortisol levels go down and we are back to our normal lazy selves, reality hits us hard: did you really think you could do this? Start a blog? What will you write about given that you’re  neither creative nor a good writer? 

So guys after two long days of procrastinating and driving myself nuts, I have finally decided to put forth my story. I know you guys would have much more interesting and adventurous stories yourselves but hey, it doesn’t hurt to know a little bit of others’ right! Who knows, you may even develop a liking for mine. 

So here goes………

 9 months and a half into my 21st year, soon to enter my 22nd year, persuing MBBS (I made it to my 3rd year, rather surprisingly), I am just another normal girl having no excitement at all in my life. Everyday it’s almost the same routine: wake up, attend college (which mostly involves sleeping in class and gawking at people), come back, watch a couple episodes of kdrama until my head explodes, sleep and repeat. And then there’s always the stalking my crush on social media, thinking of ways I’d grt him to talk to me, blah blah …..

One fine morning, like two days ago it just occured to me, well it wasn’t the first time though, I mean it’s a thought that’s perpetually there at the back of my mind; what am I doing in life?  Otherwise it hits me at the time of exams when I just waltz into the exam hall half-assed. But this time it was different. I really wanted to do something other than living the same old boring day over and over again. 

The place I hail from requires me to not have a life other than my academics and exams. If done otherwise, you are sure to be the hot topic of gossip in every household and not to mention the lamenting on how you were a disgrace to the family. But enough was enough!!!! I didn’t want to just be known through my education background. I remembered my friend suggesting me to start my blog about 2 years back when I was smarter and had a lot of potential. Now three years into MBBS and I’m basically reduced to nothing more than a meathead!!! 

But no more am I going to give in to the reigns of my culture and the bounds of social stigma. No more hiding under the roof of pretense as I unfurl the not so interesting mysteries and adventures of my messed up life, a mess which I’ve grown to embrace because hey, if you can’t get out of it then might as well man up and suck it up!!!!     

                                           To be continued…….