It was an old saying that when you are in Rome do as the Romans do...but generation Y refuses it all...
For 5 years my life in JNMCH was more or less the same...Waking up for class at 0800 hours, same old classes, the very same chalk dust or power-point presentations, same bunch of people to hang around, same anxiety before sessionals and exams and same relaxation once you pass them...Life 100% was not bad but yes it was SAME...
But somewhere around mid prof i realized that this Status Quo was being disturbed...Charity and charitable endeavors were not just limited to drug society...People were thinking, breaking inhibitions, striving for more than i have ever seen...There were active discussions on all the impossible topics- religion, nationality, feminism or even skin colour and people were participating, putting there point of view and taking others thoughts very sportingly...People were not just striving to be an MBBS, they wanted to be a doctor,feel the real spirit of this profession, and more importantly be a better person, a better human being...
I don't say that this was applicable to all but yes the number quite enough to get noticed...I cant even say that this happened now...I just wanna say that i noticed it now...possibly i was blind...or there actually was not enough momentum to feel...
Its always said that actions speak louder than words...but even for the word stuff you have to think and the sad part is that people have totally forgotten to think...Got so much into their own lives that they don't even notice whats happening around us...so i think that even if these people don't make a significant difference in this worlds, the fact that they have woken up and started thinking deserves applause...
After all Al-Quran repeatedly asks you to notice and think...
So buddies wake up...try to give up this PARASITIC way of thinking we all have accumulated in our genes over ages, thinking about us all the time...try to be in MUTUALISM with the world,try to give back this world something in return of all the things that have been given to you,even if its as small as planting a tree OR even better if you live like a COMMENSAL giving and not expecting anything back...
Being born ---> living ---> death...This is whats happening to 107 persons/ minute across the globe...This is our one life...our only chance...try to do your share before its impossible...After all we are Generation Y and we have IT in us...For starters "START THINKING!!!"...
P.S. parasitic,commensalism,mutualism are words used to describe relationship between organism...
Parasitic-parasite, benefits at the expense of the host.
Mutualism-cases where both organisms benefit
Commensalism-benefits one organism and the other organism is neither benefited nor harmed
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
As the FOLKS say.......
This is a story i heard at my village ages back and it keeps coming back to me everyday as i grow up...sometimes via the newspapers other times trough the experiences of a acquaintance...
Long time ago MAN (our hero of the story) had total life span of 25 years...One day the DEVIL (villain of course) lured him by saying that when even animals lived longer ,man 'the supreme creature' deserved better...So POOR man prayed , prayed and prayed...GOD appeared before him and asked for his wish...He said that he wanted a longer life...God tried to persuade him that 25 years were enough to live a fruitful life but man was not ready to listen to anything...Hence God gave up...He looked around and found that OX had a long life so He deduced 25 years from its life and added it to the Man's life...
The man was very happy...He came back home where the devil was waiting for him...He scorned at Man and ask him to ask for more life as he was not fit to die in JUST 50 YEARS...He said,"you are so young and you have the experience.You need more time to utilize that experience u have earned and pass it on to others"
Poor Man was again taken up so he again prayed, prayed and prayed...GOD appeared once again...MAN asked for more life...God once again tried to stop him but who has ever been successful to stop a MAN bent on doing something...So God again surveyed and this time deducted 25 years from a DOG'S life and added it to man's...
The man lived for some more time when again he was tempted for more life...He again......(prayed, prayed and prayed)and once again his demand was put in front of GOD...God this time reduced OWL'S life and added it to man's.
Hence at the end, Final words...
First 25 years of your life you live like humans,exploring,searching,learning enjoying and actually living every second offered to you...You have dreams and determination to fulfill them..
Next 25 years (26 - 50) you work like an OX,working....working...and working, feeding all those around you and having no time for yourself.
Next 25 years(51-75) you are now old...Your children are young and enthusiastic...You don't have that zeal you used to have previously...You are barking like a dog at them but they hardly listen to you cause they think that you are outdated...
Next 25 years (75 - 100) if you actually live long enough to see this , by this time you have learnt to mute yourself (like an owl),just sitting and watching and have stopped living...
So the first 25 years are the BEST that we can ask for,the most comfortable, cosy, protected, most memorable and most HUMANE...HAVE fun...Enjoy life...Cause its now or never..........
Long time ago MAN (our hero of the story) had total life span of 25 years...One day the DEVIL (villain of course) lured him by saying that when even animals lived longer ,man 'the supreme creature' deserved better...So POOR man prayed , prayed and prayed...GOD appeared before him and asked for his wish...He said that he wanted a longer life...God tried to persuade him that 25 years were enough to live a fruitful life but man was not ready to listen to anything...Hence God gave up...He looked around and found that OX had a long life so He deduced 25 years from its life and added it to the Man's life...
The man was very happy...He came back home where the devil was waiting for him...He scorned at Man and ask him to ask for more life as he was not fit to die in JUST 50 YEARS...He said,"you are so young and you have the experience.You need more time to utilize that experience u have earned and pass it on to others"
Poor Man was again taken up so he again prayed, prayed and prayed...GOD appeared once again...MAN asked for more life...God once again tried to stop him but who has ever been successful to stop a MAN bent on doing something...So God again surveyed and this time deducted 25 years from a DOG'S life and added it to man's...
The man lived for some more time when again he was tempted for more life...He again......(prayed, prayed and prayed)and once again his demand was put in front of GOD...God this time reduced OWL'S life and added it to man's.
Hence at the end, Final words...
First 25 years of your life you live like humans,exploring,searching,learning enjoying and actually living every second offered to you...You have dreams and determination to fulfill them..
Next 25 years (26 - 50) you work like an OX,working....working...and working, feeding all those around you and having no time for yourself.
Next 25 years(51-75) you are now old...Your children are young and enthusiastic...You don't have that zeal you used to have previously...You are barking like a dog at them but they hardly listen to you cause they think that you are outdated...
Next 25 years (75 - 100) if you actually live long enough to see this , by this time you have learnt to mute yourself (like an owl),just sitting and watching and have stopped living...
So the first 25 years are the BEST that we can ask for,the most comfortable, cosy, protected, most memorable and most HUMANE...HAVE fun...Enjoy life...Cause its now or never..........
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Sense...Nonsense
This is s real weird article ....actually I had nothing much to do these holidays so I decided to use my senses...I mean all the five sense organs I have ear eyes nose tongue and skin...so 1st task was to give my tongue a break as it is the only organ I use throughout the year...
I once read an article Helen Keller...once she asked her friend who happened to return from a market place about the things he saw there...he just replied that there was nothing worth watching... she was shocked and replied that she found it surprising how people with eyes could not see anything which probably meant that we were living no better than a blind person...
So the 2nd task was to start seeing...
Then I had to be more attentive to sound and touch but what’s the topic for today did sniff sniff ... I mean smell...
I went to 4 different cities and met more than 10 families in a week long holidays...and I made a note of the first smell as I stepped on the city platform or road...
Faizabad was dusty, feeling like I can develop silicosis with just a sniff, it smelled like soil fresh and dry...my home as I entered smelled of curry...delicious
Lucknow my favorite place but it smelled like carbon...possibly the smoke of the bike in front of my vehicle...and chowk was sweaty and choking...my house there...mmmm it smelled of mixture of diapers and spilled milk...ha ha ha
I visited few more places and then I came home...and Aligarh it smelled like SMOKE...
P.S. do give this a try...it’s actually better than I have written...:-)
I once read an article Helen Keller...once she asked her friend who happened to return from a market place about the things he saw there...he just replied that there was nothing worth watching... she was shocked and replied that she found it surprising how people with eyes could not see anything which probably meant that we were living no better than a blind person...
So the 2nd task was to start seeing...
Then I had to be more attentive to sound and touch but what’s the topic for today did sniff sniff ... I mean smell...
I went to 4 different cities and met more than 10 families in a week long holidays...and I made a note of the first smell as I stepped on the city platform or road...
Faizabad was dusty, feeling like I can develop silicosis with just a sniff, it smelled like soil fresh and dry...my home as I entered smelled of curry...delicious
Lucknow my favorite place but it smelled like carbon...possibly the smoke of the bike in front of my vehicle...and chowk was sweaty and choking...my house there...mmmm it smelled of mixture of diapers and spilled milk...ha ha ha
I visited few more places and then I came home...and Aligarh it smelled like SMOKE...
P.S. do give this a try...it’s actually better than I have written...:-)
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
DEAL or NO DEAL
Years back I happened to contact an ex-student of AMU and he pleasingly said that he can recognize any aigarian in crowd when he heard the word CHEETA...but that's not what I wanna talk about...i am going to deal with DEALING...
DEALING...That's a very common word in aligarh vocab and I was exposed to it 4 years back when I joined this institution...The first time I was called a dealer in face was by my senior...when i asked her the meaning of this word she said that it is someone who just always tries to prove his or her point right..."But when i am right i have to prove so" i replied back...she gave me a weird expression and said "now don't start dealing again"
So that's it for me ..."A DEALER"...someone who believes he is right,who has guts to say so and above all he dares to argument for that ...he is not stubborn but he is aware enough to make his own decision independently and stand for them...and when the other party is ignorant and cant reply back to him they just pass off by saying "yaar dealing mat kar"...
I always took this adjective a positive quality,something to be cherished,
something i flaunted , something I enjoyed...
I even worked to increase my dealing capacity eg. learn't sayings of great people, brushed my history, even listened to news and looked forward for poetry...
BUT today one of my friends (who to me was one of the biggest dealers I have met in life) said that he was disappointed when I called him so...for a moment I was taken aback...then I was like 'let him say...he is giving me content for a new blog'...he said that I had completely changed his perception about me when I called him a dealer...
I thought 'GOD!!! this word has more power than i thought...it can even change perceptions'...does any other word in English dictionary has that power...NO...
For me that's a rare quality buddy...something that discriminates you from the crowd because when you see around yourself you see so many issue left to be discussed, so many problems unsolved and so much ignorant folks that you have to adapt this CYNICAL attitude yourself and start DEALING (with them)...
DEALING...That's a very common word in aligarh vocab and I was exposed to it 4 years back when I joined this institution...The first time I was called a dealer in face was by my senior...when i asked her the meaning of this word she said that it is someone who just always tries to prove his or her point right..."But when i am right i have to prove so" i replied back...she gave me a weird expression and said "now don't start dealing again"
So that's it for me ..."A DEALER"...someone who believes he is right,who has guts to say so and above all he dares to argument for that ...he is not stubborn but he is aware enough to make his own decision independently and stand for them...and when the other party is ignorant and cant reply back to him they just pass off by saying "yaar dealing mat kar"...
I always took this adjective a positive quality,something to be cherished,
something i flaunted , something I enjoyed...
I even worked to increase my dealing capacity eg. learn't sayings of great people, brushed my history, even listened to news and looked forward for poetry...
BUT today one of my friends (who to me was one of the biggest dealers I have met in life) said that he was disappointed when I called him so...for a moment I was taken aback...then I was like 'let him say...he is giving me content for a new blog'...he said that I had completely changed his perception about me when I called him a dealer...
I thought 'GOD!!! this word has more power than i thought...it can even change perceptions'...does any other word in English dictionary has that power...NO...
For me that's a rare quality buddy...something that discriminates you from the crowd because when you see around yourself you see so many issue left to be discussed, so many problems unsolved and so much ignorant folks that you have to adapt this CYNICAL attitude yourself and start DEALING (with them)...
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Hate is a very strong feeling !!!!!!!!!!
Hate is a very strong feeling…………..if you hate something deeply there is very good chances that you will fall in love with the same thing later in life……………I heard this dialogue a long time ago but I thought over it a few days back during my exams (coz that’s the time I do everything but studies)……..
My earliest memories my introduction to AMU was through my father and the immortal movie MERE MEHBOOB…my grandfather studied here, my father and both Chacha studied here, 2 of the three Mamu studied here…and this is just my closest relatives if I go the others easily I can count 50…my chachu made us sing “ye mera chaman” in our school functions (though I didn’t t got a single word then)…in a way every one from my family studied here except those who could not get admission or didn’t study at all…the more Aligarh was in my family the more repulsed I felt for this place…I never wanted to come to this place ever…in a way I hated it…but call it luck or hard luck that despite selection in other colleges too I had to take admission over here… I could not gather the courage to refuse MBBS just for my dislike for this place…………
My first year over here was ok…but the 2nd year was the time when my hatred actually overshadowed my sensibility…I was going through breakups, loneliness and failures…and I accredited it all to this place…nothing seemed to be going out right at that time…I was doing badly in studies, my friends were leaving me one by one and I was too weak to fight with the situation…so I HATED ALIGARH DEEP…REALLY DEEP…
Now I am in my final lapse of this place…I have realized that whatever I have gone through was not because of this place but due to few faults (of mine and others), misunderstandings and my refusal to change...it’s just a mere coincidence that it all happened in a single shot over here…
After around 4 years over here, I have got addicted to this place so that I don’t want to leave it ever…I am looking forward to do PG from here) if good luck permits this time)…and I love everything about my college…LT’s, benches, pillars, gardens, canteen and even ponds…the tarana that was just a song has become part of my life…
Even if I have to leave this place I am sure I will come back someday coz I have to pay back to MY university, MY AMU , MY JNMCH……….Insha Allah
I LOVE YOU AMU…I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH…
My earliest memories my introduction to AMU was through my father and the immortal movie MERE MEHBOOB…my grandfather studied here, my father and both Chacha studied here, 2 of the three Mamu studied here…and this is just my closest relatives if I go the others easily I can count 50…my chachu made us sing “ye mera chaman” in our school functions (though I didn’t t got a single word then)…in a way every one from my family studied here except those who could not get admission or didn’t study at all…the more Aligarh was in my family the more repulsed I felt for this place…I never wanted to come to this place ever…in a way I hated it…but call it luck or hard luck that despite selection in other colleges too I had to take admission over here… I could not gather the courage to refuse MBBS just for my dislike for this place…………
My first year over here was ok…but the 2nd year was the time when my hatred actually overshadowed my sensibility…I was going through breakups, loneliness and failures…and I accredited it all to this place…nothing seemed to be going out right at that time…I was doing badly in studies, my friends were leaving me one by one and I was too weak to fight with the situation…so I HATED ALIGARH DEEP…REALLY DEEP…
Now I am in my final lapse of this place…I have realized that whatever I have gone through was not because of this place but due to few faults (of mine and others), misunderstandings and my refusal to change...it’s just a mere coincidence that it all happened in a single shot over here…
After around 4 years over here, I have got addicted to this place so that I don’t want to leave it ever…I am looking forward to do PG from here) if good luck permits this time)…and I love everything about my college…LT’s, benches, pillars, gardens, canteen and even ponds…the tarana that was just a song has become part of my life…
Even if I have to leave this place I am sure I will come back someday coz I have to pay back to MY university, MY AMU , MY JNMCH……….Insha Allah
I LOVE YOU AMU…I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH…
Sunday, April 5, 2009
College Week (pillar decor comptition)
Why am I writing today? Actually it’s about a silly thing that seems very important to me...so before you actually begin reading let me warn you ...read this one only if you are cynical and impossible like me...
Today, pillar decoration competition was held at my college...I chose the theme Gandhi because recently some of his items were auctioned for millions in London...it’s not that the millions surprise me...what surprises me is that only these things of Gandhi have become important to us now...we don’t care about his principles of Ahimsa, truth, simplicity, equality any more...
This thought was in my mind for ages and I knew that I had to vomit it out to the world some way or the other and this pillar decoration competition seemed just the right opportunity...
For the first time in my life I painted human faces (as this is prohibited in Islam)...I thought about it again and again and finally decided that the motive I had was good enough and Allah will understand that what I wanted was not just winning...it was something else...which is more difficult...
At the end we landed winning nothing, not even consolation prize (better known as condolence prize these days)...
I am still confused what was wrong...why didn’t the teachers understand that millions for a watch is not comparable to thousands smiles would have brought to peoples...perhaps Vijay Malaya can’t just get over his swim suit models...he might be doing charity but any expenditure like this can never be explained...he will be answerable for this to the Almighty...
But it was more difficult to understand the minds of the judges...is this thing so complicated...I mean come on, deep inside you everyone knows right and wrong...what’s difficult is that you don’t have guts to accept it...and more difficult is to say it ...and standing for it, fighting for it nearly seems impossible...but you know today I said exactly what I wanted to say ...the right words at the right time...even though I lost I have never felt happier...cause now when I can say it, I believe that someday I will actually start fighting for it...for the truth...just like Gandhi...
Let’s see when that day comes...Insha’Allah it will happen here in JNMCH...Amen!!!
P.S.: I just hope that I at least shook one soul today...that is enough for me...
Today, pillar decoration competition was held at my college...I chose the theme Gandhi because recently some of his items were auctioned for millions in London...it’s not that the millions surprise me...what surprises me is that only these things of Gandhi have become important to us now...we don’t care about his principles of Ahimsa, truth, simplicity, equality any more...
This thought was in my mind for ages and I knew that I had to vomit it out to the world some way or the other and this pillar decoration competition seemed just the right opportunity...
For the first time in my life I painted human faces (as this is prohibited in Islam)...I thought about it again and again and finally decided that the motive I had was good enough and Allah will understand that what I wanted was not just winning...it was something else...which is more difficult...
At the end we landed winning nothing, not even consolation prize (better known as condolence prize these days)...
I am still confused what was wrong...why didn’t the teachers understand that millions for a watch is not comparable to thousands smiles would have brought to peoples...perhaps Vijay Malaya can’t just get over his swim suit models...he might be doing charity but any expenditure like this can never be explained...he will be answerable for this to the Almighty...
But it was more difficult to understand the minds of the judges...is this thing so complicated...I mean come on, deep inside you everyone knows right and wrong...what’s difficult is that you don’t have guts to accept it...and more difficult is to say it ...and standing for it, fighting for it nearly seems impossible...but you know today I said exactly what I wanted to say ...the right words at the right time...even though I lost I have never felt happier...cause now when I can say it, I believe that someday I will actually start fighting for it...for the truth...just like Gandhi...
Let’s see when that day comes...Insha’Allah it will happen here in JNMCH...Amen!!!
P.S.: I just hope that I at least shook one soul today...that is enough for me...
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Birthday Treat
As my birthday is just around the corner my friends have started asking me about their treat...
To a few I have told straight that I am not giving it this year, for others I have made lame excuses that I am going out with someone special and don’t want them anywhere around and there’s another bunch for whom I am still looking for a reason ,an excuse...
Many people will accuse me of getting into ALIGARIAN skin as I am running away from expenditure but that’s not the reason...the reason is entirely different...
I was 3rd of Jan this year. We all had our community medicine final practicals. We were taken to RHTC, Jawan for case studies. The patient I got was Khushnoodi Begum. It was a fine morning and everything seemed to be going well because I never knew that she was gonna change me forever...
I took the medico-social history...when I asked about her monthly expenditure she said she spent Rs 500/= per month...I didn’t believe her....I got more into her, asking more questions but at last she completely convinced me that it was that much only...
That’s the moment when out of a sudden my last birthday party flashed to my mind. My parents gave me around 2000 buck and I spent it all in a single evening, in a single shot...it was her 4 month of livelihood...
She looked very thin. Probably she starved sometimes. All those times when I was spending money like a nerd...
Since that day I had never been on any party cause her face just flashes back and the food is no more palatable. This year I am keen to use all the money I get more intelligently... Probably this will keep me off the guilt conscience later in my life and more importantly after my death...That’s all about it friends straight from my heart...!!!!!!!!
If you believe it that’s good...but if you don’t...ya I will be a bit disappointed but I will not CHANGE my decision...and I am not sorry...
To a few I have told straight that I am not giving it this year, for others I have made lame excuses that I am going out with someone special and don’t want them anywhere around and there’s another bunch for whom I am still looking for a reason ,an excuse...
Many people will accuse me of getting into ALIGARIAN skin as I am running away from expenditure but that’s not the reason...the reason is entirely different...
I was 3rd of Jan this year. We all had our community medicine final practicals. We were taken to RHTC, Jawan for case studies. The patient I got was Khushnoodi Begum. It was a fine morning and everything seemed to be going well because I never knew that she was gonna change me forever...
I took the medico-social history...when I asked about her monthly expenditure she said she spent Rs 500/= per month...I didn’t believe her....I got more into her, asking more questions but at last she completely convinced me that it was that much only...
That’s the moment when out of a sudden my last birthday party flashed to my mind. My parents gave me around 2000 buck and I spent it all in a single evening, in a single shot...it was her 4 month of livelihood...
She looked very thin. Probably she starved sometimes. All those times when I was spending money like a nerd...
Since that day I had never been on any party cause her face just flashes back and the food is no more palatable. This year I am keen to use all the money I get more intelligently... Probably this will keep me off the guilt conscience later in my life and more importantly after my death...That’s all about it friends straight from my heart...!!!!!!!!
If you believe it that’s good...but if you don’t...ya I will be a bit disappointed but I will not CHANGE my decision...and I am not sorry...
Friday, March 20, 2009
BORDERS
As a student one of my finest memories before admission to JNMCH was that now I will get a chance to have friends in whole country...real friends in person and not just internet buddies...well when I got selected and was packing my stuff to move here the first thing my brother (who was already studying here) told me was that in Aligarh I will feel a demarcation between internal and external...and that I should mingle with the externals...So that’s how it began...
I had been never exposed to any such thing before and I don’t listen to my brother that much either...I was confident that I can make my own decision so ignoring everything I moved on...the examination day was a blur, there were rains, students everywhere, I and my dad got particularly mingled with a kashmiri family and we completed our formalities together...I was very happy...my friend list just started and the first person kashmiri...COOL !!!!!
My room in hostel was a mix of cultures... me typical UPite, one Bengali, one Bihari and one Singapore resident...I was happy again ...everything so perfect...time passed and I noticed that the word BIHARI was taken as a disadvantage...even people belonging to Bihar didn’t liked to be called that...and you were referred as bihari when actually you did something stupid...then there was another gang...KASHMIRI...Indians called them Pakistani...they called themselves free...they all always stayed together... and were so close to each other that at times you felt alienated...then comes mallu and chinki and Bengali and so on...even UP was not a single lobby...UP east UP west etc...etc...etc...
These things never ended...we were supposed to vote for people who belonged to our areas, people near or close to our homeland did us favours, asking allotment of only people of a particular place in a room...etc... etc... etc...
Really I had never realised that being born somewhere was my advantage, my identity...not what the person I am...being a UPite I was perceived as cunning and not trustworthy (one of my seniors told me that initially she thought I was cunning but with time I have proved to be quite the contrary with time)
I thought that the borders were only for well functioning of the country...I believed all the states to be pieces of a jigsaw puzzle which is incomplete without each other...but the borders are actually dividing us somewhere...and when generation Y thinks like that, it’s disappointing...how can you expect something out of a person who actually believes in such BULLSHIT...are we developing...we are becoming retards actually...
As far as I have experienced...BIHARIS who are supposed to be stupid and foolish are the most laborious, simple and trustworthy people I have ever met...if they are down to earth, they are not stupid...they are actually great...
And KASHMIRIS who are supposed to be back stabbers and mean are actually the most intelligent, most beautiful and so charismatic that all u can do is to feel jealous of them...they are great as friends , cool compatible and great...
BENGALIS are as sweet as rosogolla, easygoing and fun to be with...MALLU the cutest of all, no problem kind of people...I have no friend form northeast but I am sure they too must be wonderful...and lastly UPites too are not cheaters...
I believe that those people who say this, believe this are weak morally crippled... when they know that someone is better than then in any or many aspect they start ABUSING...I just wish that they use all this energy on themselves...they would turn into a new leaf...
So I am still struggling for a solution how to erase these borders...my honourable vice-chancellor tried by not allotting 2 people of same place in a room...yes it did worked to an extent...but what we need is something more substantial...some thorough self assessment kind of stuff...
So did my tryst to have at least one friend in every state ended...yes to an extent...well I had tried to be compatible...never taken these borders on my soul...initially it did hurt when they didn’t reciprocated...but with time they have changed...after all they all were going through the same conflict that I had been through...I now talk with everyone...help them when they need... and don’t expect anything back...the last line is the most important one....believe me because life is always not as you expect it to be, it turns out even better...
I had been never exposed to any such thing before and I don’t listen to my brother that much either...I was confident that I can make my own decision so ignoring everything I moved on...the examination day was a blur, there were rains, students everywhere, I and my dad got particularly mingled with a kashmiri family and we completed our formalities together...I was very happy...my friend list just started and the first person kashmiri...COOL !!!!!
My room in hostel was a mix of cultures... me typical UPite, one Bengali, one Bihari and one Singapore resident...I was happy again ...everything so perfect...time passed and I noticed that the word BIHARI was taken as a disadvantage...even people belonging to Bihar didn’t liked to be called that...and you were referred as bihari when actually you did something stupid...then there was another gang...KASHMIRI...Indians called them Pakistani...they called themselves free...they all always stayed together... and were so close to each other that at times you felt alienated...then comes mallu and chinki and Bengali and so on...even UP was not a single lobby...UP east UP west etc...etc...etc...
These things never ended...we were supposed to vote for people who belonged to our areas, people near or close to our homeland did us favours, asking allotment of only people of a particular place in a room...etc... etc... etc...
Really I had never realised that being born somewhere was my advantage, my identity...not what the person I am...being a UPite I was perceived as cunning and not trustworthy (one of my seniors told me that initially she thought I was cunning but with time I have proved to be quite the contrary with time)
I thought that the borders were only for well functioning of the country...I believed all the states to be pieces of a jigsaw puzzle which is incomplete without each other...but the borders are actually dividing us somewhere...and when generation Y thinks like that, it’s disappointing...how can you expect something out of a person who actually believes in such BULLSHIT...are we developing...we are becoming retards actually...
As far as I have experienced...BIHARIS who are supposed to be stupid and foolish are the most laborious, simple and trustworthy people I have ever met...if they are down to earth, they are not stupid...they are actually great...
And KASHMIRIS who are supposed to be back stabbers and mean are actually the most intelligent, most beautiful and so charismatic that all u can do is to feel jealous of them...they are great as friends , cool compatible and great...
BENGALIS are as sweet as rosogolla, easygoing and fun to be with...MALLU the cutest of all, no problem kind of people...I have no friend form northeast but I am sure they too must be wonderful...and lastly UPites too are not cheaters...
I believe that those people who say this, believe this are weak morally crippled... when they know that someone is better than then in any or many aspect they start ABUSING...I just wish that they use all this energy on themselves...they would turn into a new leaf...
So I am still struggling for a solution how to erase these borders...my honourable vice-chancellor tried by not allotting 2 people of same place in a room...yes it did worked to an extent...but what we need is something more substantial...some thorough self assessment kind of stuff...
So did my tryst to have at least one friend in every state ended...yes to an extent...well I had tried to be compatible...never taken these borders on my soul...initially it did hurt when they didn’t reciprocated...but with time they have changed...after all they all were going through the same conflict that I had been through...I now talk with everyone...help them when they need... and don’t expect anything back...the last line is the most important one....believe me because life is always not as you expect it to be, it turns out even better...
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Ragging
This is a hot topic these days ...T.V. and newspapers are flourished with articles against ragging...so my little experience about this big word...
When I was a fresher I was too scared about it but in JNMCH this came out to be the most beautiful and most memorable days of my life...
We as freshers were supposed to greet all our seniors with SALAM, we were not allowed to stare at their faces and we were restricted of some recreational areas of the college...sometimes they would stop us and ask us general questions about us...we were supposed to refer all our seniors by SIR / MAM and that’s all...now does that sounds like ragging...no ...not even a bit...it was the healthiest form of interaction possible between the seniors and new students like us...we called it INTRODUCTION...
Since the laws against ragging became strict, our college was the first one to implement...now the days have changed and what lies is a communication gap, an identity gap between seniors and juniors... I don’t recognise most of my juniors...many juniors call me by the name...some even dare to pass comments...now what do you call this...I call it RAGGED BEHAVIOUR...
I might not be in the good books of all my seniors but truly they ALL are in my good books...I feel thankful for them to make me feel like studying in college...hope you all always be my senior forever...at least in my memories you all will be the most wonderful persons I have ever met...
When I was a fresher I was too scared about it but in JNMCH this came out to be the most beautiful and most memorable days of my life...
We as freshers were supposed to greet all our seniors with SALAM, we were not allowed to stare at their faces and we were restricted of some recreational areas of the college...sometimes they would stop us and ask us general questions about us...we were supposed to refer all our seniors by SIR / MAM and that’s all...now does that sounds like ragging...no ...not even a bit...it was the healthiest form of interaction possible between the seniors and new students like us...we called it INTRODUCTION...
Since the laws against ragging became strict, our college was the first one to implement...now the days have changed and what lies is a communication gap, an identity gap between seniors and juniors... I don’t recognise most of my juniors...many juniors call me by the name...some even dare to pass comments...now what do you call this...I call it RAGGED BEHAVIOUR...
I might not be in the good books of all my seniors but truly they ALL are in my good books...I feel thankful for them to make me feel like studying in college...hope you all always be my senior forever...at least in my memories you all will be the most wonderful persons I have ever met...
Monday, March 16, 2009
SORRY
“It’s very easy to hurt someone but to say sorry you need a lot of strength..........”
I am sure you must have heard this quite very often....but I have been through this....well let me count....I must have used this word thousands of time in JNMCH but two incidents stand out...
The first one happened with one of my teachers...
I was young and naive (but this is no excuse)...one of my very honourable senior told me wrong things about this teacher of mine...and young as, I was I took it to be true (this is how rumours spread in JNMCH)...and just once when he was scolding me about the right thing, I sort of lost my temper...he was far too composed to react ...that day just passed but after this we kind of avoided each-other...
Later probably after 6 months he was the one to stand up and help me when no one else was there to help...without a question, or any grimace of the past....I had never felt so small in my life...the next day I tracked him down, said sorry to him, I don’t know if he believed me or not...but I meant it sir...with all my heart...
The second one is more serious one...I mean it took me 3 years to say that word...it’s not like that I didn’t realised my mistake...yes but I was too weak to say it...ego man...what else...
This happened with one of my seniors...and the stimulus here was again a rumour...someone (who is his friend ) told me that he is speaking shit about me...then one day something happened between him and my friend (as she referred herself then) and she said that she was held and hurt because of me as he didn’t liked me...that lighted the fire...another fight... just the interesting part is that throughout the fight I was the only one speaking nonstop...he just stood there and listened...didn’t shouted back at me at all...at that time I thought I had won but later I realised what I actually had lost...
It took me a week to realise my mistake...and another 3 years to look for ways how to actually say it...god it’s so difficult...finally got a chance and said it all...I am still not sure that it worked...sometimes everything seems all right other time, it’s like nothing has changed at all...
So the million dollar question is that how to actually make people believe that you are sorry...I have no answer for that...all I can wish is that someday god gives me the opportunity to pay them back...just one ...even if its small and I’m sure I will make them realise that I just didn’t said sorry...I meant it...from the core of my heart...
Mariam Shadan
MBBS 2k5
JNMCH, Aligarh
I am sure you must have heard this quite very often....but I have been through this....well let me count....I must have used this word thousands of time in JNMCH but two incidents stand out...
The first one happened with one of my teachers...
I was young and naive (but this is no excuse)...one of my very honourable senior told me wrong things about this teacher of mine...and young as, I was I took it to be true (this is how rumours spread in JNMCH)...and just once when he was scolding me about the right thing, I sort of lost my temper...he was far too composed to react ...that day just passed but after this we kind of avoided each-other...
Later probably after 6 months he was the one to stand up and help me when no one else was there to help...without a question, or any grimace of the past....I had never felt so small in my life...the next day I tracked him down, said sorry to him, I don’t know if he believed me or not...but I meant it sir...with all my heart...
The second one is more serious one...I mean it took me 3 years to say that word...it’s not like that I didn’t realised my mistake...yes but I was too weak to say it...ego man...what else...
This happened with one of my seniors...and the stimulus here was again a rumour...someone (who is his friend ) told me that he is speaking shit about me...then one day something happened between him and my friend (as she referred herself then) and she said that she was held and hurt because of me as he didn’t liked me...that lighted the fire...another fight... just the interesting part is that throughout the fight I was the only one speaking nonstop...he just stood there and listened...didn’t shouted back at me at all...at that time I thought I had won but later I realised what I actually had lost...
It took me a week to realise my mistake...and another 3 years to look for ways how to actually say it...god it’s so difficult...finally got a chance and said it all...I am still not sure that it worked...sometimes everything seems all right other time, it’s like nothing has changed at all...
So the million dollar question is that how to actually make people believe that you are sorry...I have no answer for that...all I can wish is that someday god gives me the opportunity to pay them back...just one ...even if its small and I’m sure I will make them realise that I just didn’t said sorry...I meant it...from the core of my heart...
Mariam Shadan
MBBS 2k5
JNMCH, Aligarh
Saturday, March 14, 2009
HUMANITY
Why does sometimes it seem that the world is impossible...Why sometimes people can’t see what you see...Is it because that they are blind or because you are having delusions...or just because the world is like that................
I was walking to my wards for duties and ran into one of my classmates...he asked about the first class...actually I myself wanted him to ask...I told him that I missed it as could not sleep the previous night...when he asked the reason I told him that I saw a documentary about ABU GHARIB prison and that was enough to take my sleep...
As I said this he reacted pretending to be cool that he was not affected by any such things...he was far too strong for that...I thought he said so because he thought that it would impress me...Instead he made me feel disgusted...
If a man is in pain and we feel his pain...is that weakness...?
If we see someone suffering and decide to raise voice for him, be it anyone...Is it social work...?
I disagree....to feel someone’s pain is not weakness but humanity...to help someone is not social work but it’s that what we humans are supposed to do...call it human work...!!!
As a Muslim I don’t believe in Darwin’s theory of origin of man...but as a medical student I do believe that environment has an effect on our genetic makeup...and possibly that is the reason why now-a-days feelings that are so very human are regarded as WEAKNESS or SOCIAL WORK...
Even animals can think for themselves, look for their food and shelter...if we actually claim to be humans there ought to be some difference...we got to start behaving like humans before it’s too late...too late to begin again...
Mariam Shadan
MBBS 2K5
JNMCH, Aligarh
I was walking to my wards for duties and ran into one of my classmates...he asked about the first class...actually I myself wanted him to ask...I told him that I missed it as could not sleep the previous night...when he asked the reason I told him that I saw a documentary about ABU GHARIB prison and that was enough to take my sleep...
As I said this he reacted pretending to be cool that he was not affected by any such things...he was far too strong for that...I thought he said so because he thought that it would impress me...Instead he made me feel disgusted...
If a man is in pain and we feel his pain...is that weakness...?
If we see someone suffering and decide to raise voice for him, be it anyone...Is it social work...?
I disagree....to feel someone’s pain is not weakness but humanity...to help someone is not social work but it’s that what we humans are supposed to do...call it human work...!!!
As a Muslim I don’t believe in Darwin’s theory of origin of man...but as a medical student I do believe that environment has an effect on our genetic makeup...and possibly that is the reason why now-a-days feelings that are so very human are regarded as WEAKNESS or SOCIAL WORK...
Even animals can think for themselves, look for their food and shelter...if we actually claim to be humans there ought to be some difference...we got to start behaving like humans before it’s too late...too late to begin again...
Mariam Shadan
MBBS 2K5
JNMCH, Aligarh
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