Drifting through the Drafts in Post Exams Bleakness.

A part of me dies with every exam.

What can and can not be called my part is definitely a bizarre classification though. We certainly not call our excreta as our parts so giving away things periodically makes sense. Every semster thrice is no big deal if you sleep with books and wake up with them. (Our orientations are endangered).  Its the days that whizz by and the hours that tick by that make you panic as you sit for exams clenching guts through the pockets in your white coat.

I can tell you how your impulses are blocked midway from reaching your post central gyrus. A certain numbness. No pain contralaterally and no vibratory sensations ipsilaterally but I will gawk at you if you ask me a simple question. It takes time to let a common sensical question sink in now.

Here goes a serious joke and with that we will return to the topic.

A cow was kept for VIVA

♦12th grader: Its a cow.

♦1st year Medical Student: Perhaps a cow.

♦Final year Medical Student: Maybe a cow or a hypo pigmented buffalo.

♦Post Grad Medical Student: A hypertrophied goat or an atrophied elephant with congenital anomalies.

Moral: the more you study, the more common sense you lose.

Anyways, there are incomplete drafts that sulk in unattended on my dashboard, more like snippets as I’ll never finish them. So moments ago, while thinking of clearing them up I delved into self pity at my terrible blogging. Share the pain, will you?

March 25, 2011: Good Times, Bad Times

This is an empty draft, its emptiness is actually what I felt back then. Fickle friendships and asociated shit so bleargh.

June 5, 2011 : Confessions of a Skinny One!

“Fritters, made up of thickly viscid gram flour at 6:00 a.m,  is perhaps not a good idea. My stomach agrees! The only means of communication being the growling creepy sounds. . . but who am I enlightening anyways?

Well, fritters I was talking about. That is one desperate exemplary attempt to gain minimum 15 kgs by 30th june. Yeah I am skinny and that you can spot distantly given that you exist in my life for real. Sister is a nutrionist-to-be and still I manage to convince her that gaining weight is more difficult than shedding it. I mean I can lose a few pounds damn easily as if I have been doing that for ages :P “

The easiest tricks being: Overburden yourself as to why Murphy and you being the only sane persons ever existed to look at the things the way they’re supposed to be/Why oh why your uni is all girls. . .BAH! :P /Exams oh bleg, screw it and –> eventually Hail Diarrhea and you better not belittle it =P ppl actually compose songs about it ;)

July 4 2011:  Bloggie turns 1… but Mama is not happy! =P

“The Mama in question is a sad soul. Despite the fact she had always wanted to do a dedicated-to-the-baby post before the birth of this very baby, she still is not happy for the moment has arrived. Like the hyped up 2012 she thought even that day is not certain to dawn upon her.”

November 8, 2011 : Examismus!

“M.B.B.S is like an underground elevator. So if you pardon my bad choice of words, we can see how deep this deepening lure us into.

Use it or lose it notion favours our professors and not us. Why this khula tazaad exists, we would never know.”

Bye for now I guess.

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