Destiny

I wept all night-

I was in search of light.

I obviously found none.

I questioned the existence of sun.

I went angry- I tore the sky.

I then got God's reply

''Things happen when they have to happen

This is Destiny's secret weapon!''


About this poem- Written when I couldn't understand what was happening in my life. And the only explanation I got was- Destiny! One may argue that destiny is nothing in front of will power and hard work. What do you think? Destiny exists?

Terrific Tattoos

Would you ever get these tattoos? A medical student won't!
Sick of Anatomy already!

 Pictures collected from all over the internet.

The Lemon Tree

Theme: When the world ends, only love will survive. Rest everything-will perish.
(A popular piece I wrote for my previous blog. Read with patience. You'd love each word.)

Solitary Lovers
Hath Survived
Beneath the Lemon Tree…


What happened was-
A story told
Once upon a time, in the spell of cold…

Raining bliss
Showering beauty
Rose above- a pious dream…


Soured shadows
Teared the tacit trance
And ceased to hear-the sounds of bare feet…


Beneath heavens
The black coal glowed
Blushed amok with passionate zeal…


Shy, surreal
The silent sounds
Echoed amongst the dust,in the dusky dawn…

Luscious locks
Limbered down to kiss
The nape, the neck and entrusted…

All is fine
Until the kind God decided
To let the moment stay eternal…


Forever!... He wished
The Love stays perpetual!
Kill despondency! Doth not there be despair!


The clouds roared
Intensity seized and
Appeared instantly The fury--The furor!

The earth unbolted
And swallowed itself
It’s parts and it's whole…


None to see!
None to hear!
Hath the Catastrophe been foretold…


Now, there’s none to harvest
None to reap the gold
Futile-the magma of the crust upturned…


That which is left
Is the Lemon Tree
Hath saved the Lovers from misery…


The calamity engulfed 
Greed and vice
Left Love! Only Love survived…


Thou Lemon Tree
Grows far and wide
New world it creates- content and polite…


Thou Lemon Tree
Is now aged and old
But the roots stay- Strong and Bold…!


Grows the growth
Of The Human Soul
Of the Immortal Creature- which is Love- I’m told!

Grows the growth
Of The Human Soul
Of the Immortal Creature- which is Love- I’m told!

Rangoli 3

This one's special. We went to Government Medical College, Chandigarh for a fest. In all the masti, we got late for Rangoli competition. When we reached there, we had approx. 30 minute time to make it. We had to act fast, real fast! I drew this random design. All my friends then started to work in such magical harmony in completion of this work. And guess what! We won the 1st prize! :-D

Rangoli 2

Rangoli 1

This one for Biotech Department of our college.

Dissection Experiences 1

10 Things I had on my mind when I first dissected a cadaver. Don’t judge me and my thoughts, ok! I know yours were worse! :-p

1. It can't be alive. Eeeks! It is dead. It is dead.
2. This knife digs in so easily into the flesh! Oh wait, ma’am called it a scalpel. S.C.A.L.P.E.L. Pretty sharp stuff, hmm. Scalpel. Hmm. Scalpel. And forceps. These are my weapons against the dead!
3. Where are all the pubic hair gone?
4. Eww… Who shaved them? Whoooo shaved them!
5. Female body is definitely the most beautiful one around. Proud.
6. Formalin is sick stuff, no doubt!
7. Look, that guy’s hands are trembling while touching the cadaver! Oh shit, why am I shivering now? (God please! Izzat rakh lo!) Shivering stops.
8. It’s skin or leather? Whatever! They're all naked-forever! :(
9. Fascia looks like spiderweb underneath the skin! Oo… reminds me of sexy Spiderman. What was his name… yeah… Peter Parker… No Tobey Maguire… oh! I should concentrate on the dissection. Hmm.
10. Half an hour has passed.What am I supposed to look at in the entire 2 hours? I can’t find a thing interesting! Skin, fascia, fat... blah. blah.. and some more blah! Can we sit? Nobody stands for 2 hours hopelessly?!

A question for you: What were the things on YOUR mind? Were you reading Hanuman Chalisa on your mind? Were you nervous and blank? Were you checking out your teacher, hmm? Do share your 1st time dissection experience here! :)

The Day

I dissected dead bodies/cadavers without even once thinking there could be a possibility of their after-life. Anyway, enjoy this spooky poem. :P

One insolent night
I woke up
to find
a familiar face
hanging
lifeless
from the ceiling
by the neck
bowed down
twisted and wrought
(in disobedience?)
yet,
modestly smiling
and pretending
that
everything is still fine.
And,
I wept within
(for I am not supposed to cry)
to see myself
on the day
I died.




















A question for you: How would you react if you found yourself dead? Scary? No, seriously, tell me... Would you be sad? Would you have regrets? Would you be happy to have lived a complete life? Share your thoughts here.

The Silent Tear

This poem is on the journey of a tear. This single drop has a life and its end. And it's happy after having spent its life in the comfort of the eyes and now it slowly begins its journey towards its end, missing its home-the eyes.

A Tear has been flowing
Down against my cheek.
My core has been crying, 
It's dark now, let me weep. 

The solitary saline tear.
Appears- though from nowhere 
Trickles down, just near 
Beside the lock of my lips. 

The lucid n clear drop 
Is Spirited with green glisten 
It Slavers down over my maw, 
It tastes sweet yet’s not sweet!

The drop descends down beneath, 
Silently as though in a dream. 
Creating chaos within me,
It’s Silent, yet not calm!

The tear mounts over my chin, 
Quiet, silent and still. 
It waits a while limping 
And dreaming its last part. 

The tear now wallows,
In its long lost past. 
Consoling itself with a sweet memory- 
Joy it had in the eye it once dwelled in.. :) 

Single-anthem

We’re the singles
The no-never-mingles
We live ‘The’ life
Boyfriends? Ahoy!

Killer’re our heels
Wicke' winks at the boys
Singing super songs
Merriment prolongs!

Hey! We’re the singles
The no-never-mingles
We live ‘The’ life
Boyfriends? Ahoy!

We hang around
Cool in the lounge
We pick our sticks
And flick out the sick!

Say! We’re the singles
The no-never-mingles
We live ‘The’ life
Boyfriends? Ahoy!

We don’t sulk
And we never fight
Poor all you gfs  We DO empathize!

Sigh! We’re the singles
The no-never-mingles
We live ‘The’ life
Boyfriends? Ahoy!

One to the tangy Two
Two OH to the sexy Six Don’t be mo-moron
Don’t count the ticks!
Tock!? We’re the singles
The no-never-mingles
We live ‘The’ life
Boyfriends? Ahoy!


Gossip and tongue slip
She's gotta hickey-on-the-neck-Shit! Girls, sleepover tonight?
Make-up & pillow fight?

Rogue! We’re the singles
The no-never-mingles
We live ‘The’ life
Boyfriends? Ahoy!

Decent! We ride a horse
Hot! We strike the pose
Pierced’r our brow Ouch,don’t be so slow!

Dare! We’re the singles
The no-never-mingles
We live ‘The’ life
Boyfriends? Ahoy!

We heard, your bf
Has got a glad eye?!
Leave it to us baby
We’ll box it black, fine?

Lol! We’re the singles
The no-never-mingles
We live ‘The’ life
Boyfriends? Ahoy!

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In the Hindsight: I'm celebrating Singleton / Singledom / Singlehood / Singularity or whatever the word that suggests intelligence is! I am in love with it for sure!!

For my Institiute

Relative Reality

When a family member or a far-fetched relative or far-far-far fetched otherwise non-existent relative, or maybe Papa’s friends come to know that I am becoming a doctor, here’s a list of sequence wise expressions I hear from them.

These dialogues are in order of the way they are always, always and always spoken- I bet! And below them are the things that my mind wants to say and what I actually have to say... 

Relative's Dialogue1

Ma, Baap ka naam roshan kar diya. Apke bachey toh bohot hoshiyaar hain. Beta, kitne ghante padhai karte the? Khaane me kuch special bhi lete the kya?

What goes on my mind: 

Haha! Have I done something great? Is it something honourable passing a damned freak exam that tests our memory or to be specific, our rattafication-capability, The Great Indian Pre Medical Test. Maybe when I become a doctor in real, I would love this kind of adulation for myself. For 
now, treat me like a normal kid, will you?

What I actually do: I smile coyly. And my dad has a proud grin on his face.

Relative's Dialogue2 

Beta hamare ladke ko kuch samjhao, din bhar painting karta rehta hai, kehta hai NIFT jaunga. Isko bolo Science aur Maths pe dhyan dega, vele kaamo mein nahin!

 What goes on my mind: Yeah, yeah yeah...as if I am a career counsellor created by God in a day! Give me and your poor child a break! Let him do what he wants to do! Why bother both of us? Get a life of your own for yourself too uncle ji!

What I actually do: I make a fake compassionate face for him. I force myself to agree what a poor dad he is. His son is a person who follows his heart not his father.

Relative's Dialogue3
Acha beta, meri tang me dard hai 2 mahine se. Kuch batao? Ilaaj hai?

(My dad looks at me expectedly in the meanwhile.)

What goes on my mind: <I am blank> Seriously, I am B L A N K.

What I actually do: I  put my hand on his aching leg, and press it firmy. I utter-oh. Then I stay silent for 2 minutes. Then with a tense look I say, Uncle consult a good orthopedic! 2 months is a long time. You need immediate medical attention! Kaam khatam! ;-)



To be continued...

Mine?

In this poem, I reflect upon my existence. Why am I born? Any answer to this question seems incomplete.

I own nothing

Nothing was ever mine.

This form, this soul

It’s possessed by none.

I seem to devour a timeless mine

Though, nothing has been ever mine.

I did nothing, but scream.

Yes! Those were always mine.

I acted but had been seen through!

I see ‘I’ was nothing- but an Ego

I could hear in me- an ungrateful whine.

I desired happiness

Yes! The Ego wanted ecstasy

From sources unwonted

From lofty advances

Then I heard it died- the happiness died.

I desire the truth-

What is it that can ever be mine?

Am I born to chase,

To pursue in haste

All things that go in nobody’s grave?

Because I own nothing

Nothing was ever mine

I live for the want

Of a drop of pure blood

To witness my filthy drains of brine.

Who's Doctor K?

Hey!

I am Doctor K. No! Not a doctor yet! I am still a medical student, a to-be doc. Yeah, the kind of nerd you’d imagine! I do wear thick black goggles and most of my time I’m into studying my textbooks­, more than an average bloke you’d know around you! When I decide to spend time on myself, I do chill around, escape to newer places-alone, have truckloads of friends to roam around with, and then when I get extra­­-extra time after all this, I write.

What do I write about? It’s generally serious stuff- things that upset me or things I think about a lot. It’s funnier when I am in jolly good mood! Take your pick! Mostly, it’s poetry. This blog is meant to share my life, my mind, my thoughts and somewhere, my craziness with you. My life- it’s a bit different from yours, I am sure. My college is more of a school- a very strict school! Despite all the cruelty they mete out on us, we still manage to stay sane, I wonder how! One year has passed, and I am alive­- yeah, a bit of exaggeration here! So what! So, I thought let’s celebrate in the form of this blog!

Stay tuned, I am Doctor K for you!

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