The pink shock

I think that its high time I start writing about some serious stuff on my blog. I need to address this extremely serious and pressing issue. Its about the colour pink - ON MEN!!!
Last week I was calmly sitting and watching TV , flipping channels as usual. I come to this one show, one of those dance contests. All of a sudden out of no where - BANG! this guy dressed head to toe in pink turns up, not just any pink but SHOCKING PINK! I go like "eee look what he's wearing daddy"
My dad goes like "pink is like being accepted by men everywhere, its trendy!"
Noooooooooooooooo they took my dad too. Next everyone is gonna tell me that pink is the new black! Yuck!
I've asked most girls on their take on this controversial topic. 99% say pink on men is just sooooo gay! Its a total turn off.Purple is OK - OK but pink, no way.
Screw fashion magazines for showing metro sexual men wearing pink shirts, jerseys, ties... ugh the list is endless. I even came across an article which went by the name "only real men wear pink". Well I guess it really does take guts to put on something which can be a turn off to the opposite sex and walk around the streets like nothing happened.
I do manage to see quite a few guys on the road in pink. "cute guy, eeeww wtf is he wearing?"
I cringe at the sight of pink on guys. Especially the cute ones.. sigh.. what a waste!
For the betterment of mankind ... guys please ditch the pink!

Happy Diwali

I found people fall into three categories- those who just love to celebrate festivals would take pain staking efforts to make sure every thing is in order, those who just don't care and bother about what it is, just another day and then the third category- those people who are like stuck in between the extremes. The last ones me.
I've always sorta been stuck in between two opposite forces in my house an agnostic parent and a religious one. When a friend asks me "what plans for diwali?" I'm usually like probably go to a few places we're invited to, sweets , crackers etc.
But recently I just pondered about what is diwali to me and does it really mean something more to me? Festivals are usually that one time where everyone is always around. And I realised this is like the one time of the year where everyone s going to be under one roof eating, talking, laughing ,joking having fun! And recently I realised that Diwali really did mean a lot to me, because it brought everyone together to celebrate something.

So happy diwali everyone and a safe one too! Have fun!!!

The interrogation

So the thing with me and my family is, we hardly talk on the phone when I'm at the hostel. Its always like its a timed talk. Dad or Mom asks

• How are you?
• Hows college?
• How far have you gotten in your anatomy dissection?

Three usual and probably only questions they ask me, if anything extra is to be said the whole conversation lasts for 6 minutes tops.
Last time my dad came to visit me he met a couple of my friends. The first question he asks is not hows hostel, weather, food, anything... noooooo he asks them so you guys at the same dissection table?
Oh ya... sent alarm bells ringing in my friends head. They all thought he'd take an on spot viva right there. Yes my friends still do talk to me.
So when I was home this Diwali break I was asked

Dad: So do they give you pickle to eat in the mess?
me: ya they do
sis: what sports do you play?
mom: shes a medical student , she doesn't have time to play (grrrr...)
me: (ignores comment) ya I do occasionally play t.t or shuttle or something.
Dad:TT that's good... helps you become dexterous ,helps perform surgeries better.

a little while later, I dunno how this came up but dad asks :what do platlets do?
me:(crap , viva!!!) out of syllabus...

I swear i couldn't remember a word of that stuff when my dad asks me all these sudden questions. I do comparatively better in the vivas in college.At least I know what a platelet does---- it CLOTS! Fucking hell! Thank god I just come here twice a year or my self confidence levels would be non existent!
Sorta contradictory to my previous post, but my family is like this when it comes to academics.. I swear they're pretty normal otherwise.
Really...

CPR

OK so this is revival blog operation! Yes my blog is not dead... I still exist thought some consider that since my blog hasn't been updated for so long , so that means I probably died in some freak accident or I just lost interest, i disappeared off the face of this earth...

BUT NO!!!!!

I'M BACK BABY!!

OK so the reason why my blog hasn't been updated for so long is cuz of a lot of chaos in my life, not to worry clearing the clutter right now.
So first things first, first sessional's done, unexpected things happened , but all for the better YEAY!

I'm single, oh ya... and quite frankly enjoying it. That ain't gonna change for a long time. Ithink I've had enough guy trouble in the past few months . (To all those who know what I'm talking about U guys must really be laughing your asses off at my expense, those hilarious situations I found myself in!)

Feels so good to be back home for the Diwali break. Parents pampering you, even my dogs giving me that extra attention I deserve . (Attention seeker ain't I!)

Good food, good company, good life, what more could i ask for.
If only life was eternally this blissful. I'm asking for too much ain't I...

The ghat

2:03 I wake up with a start. Why the hell had the bus stopped? My friend sitting next to the window pointed out that the driver was like gonna drive us almost off the cliff. crap! We wouldn't even have known even since we were sleeping. Death would have come in my sleep, however fitful that was.
Then the bus started rolling backwards... OK so we were going back to Mangalore- right where we came from. crap!
Finally after a lot of unsuccessful ignition start ups they finally gave up and asked us to hitchhike rides! At two in the morning! hardly anything stopped. In front of me stood the road ,behind me the cliff with a sheer drop. The fog was starting to thicken and the only light coming was the light from the bus. The valley below was not even visible , the fog was closing in on our small group of abandoned passengers. Spooky.The buses that came by would hardly bother to stop.
After quite a while of waiting something came around the bend. With its glaring light we assumed it was only another bus which would not stop. But stop it did.... Mercifully!
An ac bus with like seats which had no bed bugs . Our previous one had quite a few which kept us itching into the night. Definitely god sent!
And yes i reached home safe!

my first surgical cut.

Let laughter cease and comfort flee,
this is the place where death enlightens to educate the living.

This is probably the first thing that catches your attention as you walk into out anatomy dissection lab. Yes we finally had dissection today, yes I finally dissected a cadaver today. After like a month of waiting YES YES YES!!! So we enter our lab today white coats, dissection kit, a lab manual. We hurry to get a good seat near the bodies. Our first glimpse at the full length of the body. The smell of formalin in the air. Sorta makes you sick.
We finally sit down and the teacher comes explains to us how we use a scalpel ,forceps and etc etc, procedures, and what exactly we're suppose to be dissecting.
She asks us who's ready to start dissection first, nearly everyone jump at that. Cant blame us for being a little over enthu on the fact that this is the first time we've come to something this close that was one human walking talking and even breathing like us.
So each of us start dissecting. I feel a little too sick. I guess it was the formalin. At least three of them fainted and another threw up. But over all was a good experience.
As I come out I text my dad explaining to him what i dissected and his reply went something like this- welcome to the real world of being a med student!

A tribute to my bitches

So this post as the name suggests is to my so oh close friends who i miss so much - nami, dc, keerthi, samu,ananya ... i so love u guys! I guess I didnt thank you guys very well.

Well not to sound gay or anything but you guys have been there with me for so long.

To Samu- talking to you on the phone the night i was not in my senses on the ride back home, cant believe you put up with me even when I was half gone and pretty rude. Also to the time I thought KK got arrested and wanted you to come with me to the police station. Ha ha you so stood by me... thank you.

To Nami- those rough times with Ann and magnetic effects( man we did study like crap that time) those light minutes where you made me feel so good about myself when I was feeling low.

Those bf talks, those exchange of ideas , debates, dancing till we dropped! lol.

To Ananya- purple haze, curls, late night chats, drama in every minute of our life! Whether it was jacking someone or just having pure fun, and of course the heart to hearts. Taught me a lot haven't you!

To dc- how would I have survive 12th without you! Your company is always cherished. And omg! those serious bitching sessions , rides back home, tuition, dhai batata puri etc

To keerthi- confessions! I probably confessed right about anything to you. 9th std and of course the usual bitching and ur puris and gobi manchuri were delicious!

Now as i sit in my room in the hostel you pics adorn my side and everyone who stops by asks me who you guys are and says the pics are damn funny! Thank you guys oh-so much for everything. Without you guys, I wouldn't be who I was...

White wash and hockey

So I'm sitting here today to escape from the stench of my white washed room . All my stuff is scattered around in my friends rooms. Three bags filled with junk, a mattress and god knows what else I've accumulated over the ages! Now I don't think I can get into that room for ages to come.
That would probably be the only highlight of my day. That and Independence day. My first Independence day at Mangalore (no significance).
We all woke up at 6 wore complete white and had to sing this patriotic song . After ten just got into a pair of jeans and fled to the city. Bharat mall... pretty decent even though its a bit smaller than forum, Bangalore. It was fifteen of us from hostel who were gonna watch a Sharukh Khan starer- chuck De India. Hearts filled with patriotism all of us went shouted cheers booed etc etc in the theatre. It didn't feel third rate at all.
Was so much fun and made the movie way better to watch!It was nice to let our hair down get out and get away from college, hostel ,anatomy,physiology and bio chem! That's what happens when a really large group have an outing together!
Kick ass fun!

then now and later

Is silence a bad thing? Is the sudden feeling of emptiness inside you fill you with dread?
No I am not PMS-ing I am simply stating my current position right now.
The feeling of dread and at the same time sadness of leaving something behind. Looking at you future and wondering where its gonna take you, imbibing where you currently are- it seems so surreal. But unfortunately / fortunately- that's reality. We have to face it at some point of time. Starting all over again maybe refreshing but at the same time hard- getting into the daily grind. Ah well not so easy.
Sometimes I feel so lost that I just drift away from here to someplace else. Its like a trance. Until someone brings me back to reality. Relationships strained over distances, family stopped calling (this is not necessarily a bad thing!). They all seem so far away in a different dimension of my life even though everyone is a phone call away. So they do tell me whats going on in their lives, but it feels so vague that-almost untrue or rather far away. Its this psychological thing i guess...


whew!

week one

So its my first week here.
Its been one hell of one too. With late phonecalls with friends and sister this might actually be better for our relationship, with my sis I mean. whether its fighting on the phone or stuff like that its cool. We end up talking a lot when we haven't really done that for years- the last 11 years lol.Mom keeps worrying how im "coping" up etc etc
But I can say lifes been fun... Ha ha something my fiends envy about me and thier true fascination fills me with pride. lol. As they sit and complain about parents fight with siblings etc I'm internally laughing!
Sorry to the few friends who do read this blog... but since im venting out my feelings on this blog i thought id start with this... the major thing called independence..
Though I must say the privacy is zero.But then again going over to a friends room etc etc Laughing chit chatting lotsa fun!
Though i must say the weather is something to get use to.