Okay, here the story goes . . I am trying hard to keep my balance in a vehicle that happens to be driven for one of the final times by an organism that knows nothing but cribbing over all that he owns and also what he does not. Categorically speaking, it’s a li’l hard to articulate with such individuals who are least bothered about looking at the beauty and simplicity of what I call a boon. And, at the end of the day . . “Move on!!!” :D
It’s indeed ‘fun’ to be a part of a world where I can simply focus my energy in a sphere where I see myself a part of it, in the long run though. Photography, music, reading, writing and science comprise the love I share for carrying out a smile not just on my face, but also extending it onto whosoever is interested in giving a worthy dimension to the happiness life longs for.
I guess, beyond all the crap my anatomy professors and godforsaken tutors haunt me with, there’s a world which sees nothing but being all on your own. It was this fact that I had encountered some time ago just as some wobbly turns made it a li’l difficult for me to clear the Pre Medical Tests. Tentatively I paid heed to all that projected out of that genre in my tread. Hence, I am here. Sometimes, I do find myself ‘stuck up’ pursuing medicine in a place which I had begun to hate simply ‘coz of some corrugated undulations that my company provided me. On a wider perspective, at least I don’t regret being able to study what I always longed for. Alright, this involves a lot of unwanted slogging coupled with the taunts and faded expressions of teachers who have studied too much to hold any amount of common sense further. I am glad to notice the mishaps of this adaptation it in them first, for I would have landed in dumps had I developed the same attribute in search of knowledge . . ;)
Each morning when I get the chance to go ahead and pursue the reason for my presence at a Medical College, its never the sordid expressions of who I despise that impedes my way, instead it gives me hope and want to establish myself for what I am, not for what I am molded into. This happily keeps me away from the torture over spoon feeding of a ‘plan’ as well. I am glad my screech is saved for further usage, probably when I have to be breaking my head over a subject for the test, the very next day that is out of my knowledge. If not medicine, I am sure this is one façade of ecstasy where I really don’t need a word of guidance, especially from a hoard of senseless individuals, repeating the same junk each day of their existence. I respect myself, for who I am and for what I want to be. I think this remarkable difference makes embrace betterment and satiation as opposed to my counterparts who look to seize it elsewhere.
