Revolutions

During the first 3 months of my hostel life ,I tried to live like a normal girl and was pretty successful at it.I did not feel as unsettled in hostel as I thought I would. Firstly,my room had looked out to a beautiful pond (in the later years during my internship the pond was cleaned ,the surrounding bushes trimmed and a boundary was constructed around it)Needless to say,I preferred the overgrowth and the natural wild beauty of the pond.However that first sight of the water from my window actuallly made me fall in love with the hostel. Secondly,Food.Now ,I like food.Miraculously ,I am not fussy about food.I once recommended the canteen fish fry to my friends who as it turned out really hated them. About Kolkata tastebuds,I am not really sure where their highchair of preference ends.I like any food as longs its cooked well and not rotten.Kolkatans are fretty eaters.They will swear by specific restaurants for this stuff and that .But they really suck at appreciating ordinary canteens...

Hey! Back to square 1.2.Prepping for PG medical entrances.Funny innit?How life comes to a full circle somehow. Back in 2009,I was this slightly naive teenager who started this blog at the spur of the moment .I penned down some uncomfortable truth(s) about the nature of competitive examinations and how it affects somebody. To tell you the truth,I did not have and still do not have as bad a time cramming for these exams as I did back in 2009 as a pre-med. For one I am marginally more matured and a bit more opinionated than I was.I have learnt not to give in . I have the confidence of my MBBS degree and oh! I do have rank AIR 42,051 .Which is by no stretch of imagination a good rank but a rank albeit when many folks did not qualify. Which brings to my uncomfortable overambitiousness.If somebody told me back in 2009 that I was to get a PG seat in a good albeit non-clinical branch like Microbio or Physio or Commed ,I woulda jumped at the oppurtunity. And here I am ,resolutely refusi...

Dear female serial stalker, Go get a life. Don't have one?Get one

I wish all things in life were easy.Such as living with one boob instead of 2.Such as swallowing the things people say to you. Now that I look back,I find it easier to forgive her.Hse was only 21 and victim of  a collective and tiresome mentality,a result of the million year worth of aesthetic beauty that the world is so obsessive about. I wasn't born uni-boob.It was the result of a surgery for a dangerously growing haemangioma that had to be done with. I grew up thinking it was funny and that I was very special .Then I came to medical school and in my 3rd year people,all females decided to end that and make me take down my high chair of comfort . So they bombarded me with awkward questions. "Is your bra askew?" "Are you wearing that bra properly?" And the more intelligent and direct "Did u have breast cancer? " Till date ,I haven't been able to decide what I am supposed to feel . Awkward/angry/defensive/aroused. LOL. Questions that bog...