Sad but true !!

This one seems true for 80% of my "so far" life. :)

Irony.

Anyway, I still love the chart.

Choose a speciality

This is my all time favourite chart.

According to it, I'm a good candidate for dermatology :)

A lil bit of this, and a lil bit of that !!

Well, that's her.

An innocent hypochondriac.

She's not much convinced with the "innocent" part of the tag, but she knows she's a big hypochondriac.

Hypochondriasis means feeling of suffering from a disease, despite the assurance. It is very widely seen among medical students. Almost every medico suffers from this syndrome sometime during the educational process.

It was a beautiful, sunny (Grrr... It was raining terribly) day when she entered the medical school. She had so many dreams(in terms of "being different" from others and earning lots n lots n lots n lots n lots of money) in her eyes.

Such a !#@%$^& crap (as such earning money part was not at all a crap, but it's called so because medicine is not a branch one should pursue with the aim of earning money. It's too noble to think that way - rest of the discussion, in some other post).

It was her first year and whatever 5-10% of mentioned diseases she read, she started illusionizing them to be present in her own body. 

It was Diabetes during the first year.  

She used to drink a lot of water - polydipsia

She used to "freshen up" a lot - polyuria

That's all she knew about diabetes and she had all of em. 

Poor lil girl.

She consulted a senior and the "ever ready to help any-every-whatever-kinda girl" senior brought a new concept to her - Hypochondriasis. Having known about this "medical student's disease", she was pretty much convinced that it was a hypochondria and not a true diabetes. 

Smart girl !! Learnt quickly.

Oh wait, did I just call her "smart"? No, she wasn't.

Because it was her second year then, when she developed "I have some major psychiatric problem". She used to remain very high all the time, talk useless-irrelevant stuff, so was it a mania? At times she became very negative, so how about a depression then? She got a new habit of re-re-re-checking whether she had locked her car or not (she is still suffering from this compulsion), obsessive compulsive disorder? She had a doubt that someone was following her, or conspiring against her, illusion-delusion-hallucination?? And by the end of the year, she was convinced of having a real serious psychiatric problem and thought of consulting a psychiatrist. 

Phew !! And that phase got over too.

It was her third-first year then. And she started getting eye and 

ear problems. When she studied ophthalmology(eye d's), at times she was suffering from squint, and other times errors of refraction. Finally she got her eyes checked and got a new pair of lenses and spectacles. 

Then she switched to ENT (ear, nose throat - actually called otorhinolaryngology), and she consistently suffered from cough and cold(which means running nose, pain in ears), at times she found that she got deviated nasal septum, at times her tonsils would start creating a problem. Consuming capsules was like chewing pea-nuts for her, ofcourse without a prescription. Didn't I mention she'd finished her pharmacology in second year itself? She is still heartily thankful to all those antibiotics and anti-histaminics.

Finally she entered the third-second aka third-due aka final year. And she became a part of the worst sorcery of medical hoodoos. First she suffered from "I've got TB syndrome" which was followed by "Oh no, it's a breast cancer syndrome" which preceded "It's AIDS, my life is ruined, I don't even have a boyfriend yet syndrome". She spent thousands of bucks in consulting plenty of physicians and surgeons, to get all the tests done - Sonography, X-ray, hemogram, tri-dot test.

No, the story does not end here. She just didn't stop it there. She wanted to cross all the baseline levels to be considered as a normal, sane human being. Because the crowning hypochondriac moment was, when she doubted if she was pregnant even without undergoing "the required process".

The last news that I heard of her is, she's started some local "hypochondriac association", ofcourse with the help of some ex-hypochondriacs.

May God bless them !!!

Spicy chocolate

She is a talkative, cute, lil 4 years old girl, with lots of curiosity, a beautiful smile, and unbelievable amount of narcissism.

That's my neighbourhood girl.

Her mom went out for some work, and she got upset. I was there, I didn't like to see her sad, staring out of the window, waiting for her mom. So I took up a conversation with her.

But no, she wasn't in a mood.

The only thing at that time, to turn her on, was to start praising her. Yeah, she is showing off characteristics of her gender right from this age. Anyway, so I asked her that since she was so beautiful, I would like to have some clicks with her. And I bet I saw that instant spark in her eyes.

She was ready. But she didn't smile. And the moment I started clicking, she was completely transformed from that lil upset kid to a terrific, charming and bright model. I smiled. I knew her.

The next step to continue talking was to keep praising her. So I started with things she liked. And with mention of each thing, she did "Oh, Yeah", with mouth wide opened in surprise and eyes very curious to find out my source of knowledge about her. 

One of the things, was her hairband, that had a stupid cat on it. So I said, "Look at this. It's so beautiful kitty. So sweet sweet, cute cute. Just like you." And she blushed and repeated, "Titty". I almost grinned. I said, "It's kitty, not titty". She tried to imitate me, "Titty". And I grinned this time. It was cute. Honest cute. And seeing my laughter with her "titty' blunder, she became enthu, and repeated it for several times. That was funny.

I asked her about her school, what she liked there and what she did there. She continued telling her things with the enthusiasm, "Now I'll get into senior std, then first, then second, then sixth, then tenth, then fifth." She was so much willing to study (Now I was surprised). I asked her if she forgot to mention 4th std. And she was so much embarrassed by her mistake, "Ohhhhhhh, ok fifth, then fourth, then tenth, then twelfth (we have a system here. 10 + 2 + college), and then I'll be in college and I'll become a doctor." 

I was taken aback, for two reasons. One, she knew that she had to study till 12th standard, which I didn't know as a kid for a long time. Second, she wanted to be a doctor. That's a complete crap, not just because I don't approve of it, but also because she's more into styling and art (ok, she enjoys studies too, but her dominant feature is "fashioning, styling, drawing, dance, etc" - I know most of the kids are like that, but then I personally don't want her to ruin her time in doing something that will deprive her from her other likings. And she can definitely take up something else. Medical studies asks for so much. Honest - Big prophesy, but then this is a sensitive issue for me), and now since I feel that I've got into a wrong profession (oh, by the way, I am on a way to become a doctor), I really get scared seeing someone "dreaming" about it (Yeah, she's just a kid, but then I told you, this is a very sensitive issue for me, honestly). 

I told her that there will be injections and medicines and all (ok, I tried to scare her, but her answer scared me off. phew !!). She said, "Yes, I'd love to give injection to all the people". And she was so happy about giving injection to people thing (As a kid, even I wanted to be a police officer, so that I can get all those, who were harassing me, into jail. Injecting people would be giving her the same feeling). I told her that I was studying it and I didn't like it. She wasn't interested. May be she remembered her funny pronunciation and started up with "titty, titty" again.

Ok, even I wasn't interested in talking about it. I let her lead the conversation. But alas ! She again came up with the same thing. She said, "When you'll get fracture (oh, she knows that term, wow), I'll give you a glucose bottle and injections". O hellow, I'll be your senior by then. She suddenly realised a big mistake she just committed, "Oh no, first I'll give you an injection and then glucose bottle (you insert catheter before starting a glucose pint)." Wow, this kid knows this (All the kids may be smart, or smarter than this. I'm just discussing my surprise element).

I gave up. It was too much of things I wouldn't want to discuss.I wanted to divert a topic now.

"What about eating something? Aren't you hungry? What about some chocolates?" I asked. "Oh no, it's so much calories in there", she replied. I didn't have a nerve to react because my forehead and eyebrows had enough exercise so far. I went in, and got some chocs. It was a dark chocolate. I asked her if she liked to have some. She said, "No, it's spicy." I told her that it's called bitter, not spicy. 

Her mom returned. And she ran to her. I got out and was staring at the road traffic. I took a bite of the dark chocolate.

I'm still not sure if that's a chocolate, or a psychological effect of she calling it spicy, or ~I wanna become a doctor~ part of the conversation, But it tasted spicy this time.

Hopeless blogger

"Yes", she was frustrated and sad, but she didn't submit herself. After all, she was a fighter.

"What yes?", he asked.

She didn't reply. She wanted to avoid the question.

"What does it mean?", he asked again.

"A positive word", she said arrogantly.

"But what for?", he clung to the topic.

"To start a new thing", she finally gave up.

"Starting a thing with 'yes'?" he was still confused, what exactly she was talking about.

"There's nothing wrong in it", she was frustrated enough. Each of his question was reminding her of the failure.

"Hellow?"

"Yes", she recollected herself.

"Are you ok?"

She knew he was confused but then it didn't matter. She wasn't in a mood to explain. "I understand. But you know, it's not that easy as it seems."

"What?" he was completely lost.

"Writing a post."

"Oh !" So it was about her post. "Fine. But what after yes?"

"I dunno", she sighed.

 He silenced. "But what's the problem?"

"Refer to the poem on the previous post. It's still the same problem", she avoided his glance.

"So what will you do now?", he was such a pest.

"Refer to the poem on the previous post. I'll keep it natural ~as n when n whatever comes~ formula", she wanted to finish this now.

"You mean you still plan to get onto reader's nerve?" he was shocked.

And she finally grinned.

Amphetamine time

~~                                     ~~

Yes, this post is starting with a blank line and it has a very very frustrating reason which I guess, everyone who writes a blog, would be knowing. It's a ~what happens on a first post syndrome~.

Yes, you get blank on what to write.

So, here, this first blank line indicates my current state of mind.

Why is it so difficult to initiate things ?

Why is it so difficult to start up with something what you actually WANT to do.

Why... ?? 

Yeah, you don't want to get out of the routine~monotonous life, or that is something new to you, or you're not confident enough because you haven't done that before, or simply because you're lazy. Well, excluding the latter probability, since I badly want to start this, I'm not sure what problem exactly I'm facing. Sigh !

And why amphetamine~time? Well, Amphetamine* increases your dopa level and gives you a terrific kick to do wonders. So here I need it to boost up my unexplored~funny or silly~happysad~stupidmature~blah blah~writing skills. Mentioning it instead of other well-known drugs is due to my partiality towards it. Few years back, my colleagues used to call me amphetamine~addict because of my high energy drive. :) 

Hundreds and millions of thoughts pass by in a single day. There are times when you badly want to sleep or you're dying to concentrate on some work, but these thoughts~conversations will kill you and won't let you do what you really want to. And when you finally give up and chase them, they just disappear in the air. That's a real tragedy.

Having thought of writing something, I came up with the blog. Wow, it's my blog, so where to start from. And what will it be about?? My mind had just been waiting for this question, and before I could do umm... it started competing with a google search machine and came up with hundreds of pages of topics !! Sigh sigh !!

Movies, politics, music, philosophy, psychology, technology, education, art, business, health, happiness, lifestyle, fashion, economy, ecology, family, finance, guns, government, money, nature, pollution, real estate, recreation, fun, sex, love, life, animals, birds, men, women,

abcdefg blah blah blah blah blah.....

Some themes were highly inflammable

Some weren't eligible to be ~my type~

Having seen me, some were mesmerized, some cried,

While others already had enough of hype.

Some ~ow maah gawd~ were beyond the reach of mine.

Others were like a stigma for me at a time.

So starting up with ~what naturally comes~ looked fine.

I'm so glad, this poem actually does rhyme.

In fact, I was going to write an ~article kinda stuff~ for my first post, but ended up writing a poem. And then when I was finally determined to write anything~everything, even at a cost of getting on reader's nerve, I came up with this post.

I'm just hoping I can do better (read~sensible) next time. 

It's The phoenix and her changes ~~

Phew ~

(*Amphetamine ~ This drug can be highly abusive and has severe side effects, its mention here is purely for fun. Do not opt for it without prescription, please)

Rainbow !!

Well, all that is coming to my mind right now, is a rainbow.

May be it's my lovely pencils

Possibly those cute high heels

Naah, it's surely the google search

May be it's rainbow on church

Could it be the coloured buttons?

Or it could be kitty-kittens

It must be that umbrella

But seems like a rainbow villa

And a thought has just passed me by

Which says it could be a true love life

I asked what it has to do with colours

It said you ought to taste all flavours.