MCD 5

I realized all my stories are being too depressing. Completely opposite of the person I am .

So here goes, some happy times.

It was Sept 21, 2006

A month after I came down to bangalore. Some of my old school freinds planned to go for an outing to Wonder-la ( Water theme park), around 9 of us.

That was the first time I was goin out on a full-fledged trip with just friends & no family.

Had an amazing time & in a way helped in dispelling the home sickness feeling. Today all the 9 of us are in different places, some are abroad doing their master's, some are working, rest I donot know...I have lost touch with almost all of them except one or two...

Whichever position of life they are in now, I hope & pray that they are forever blessed by Lord's bountiful blessings...

.....For the memories of that one day we spent in the waters & laughed with no care in the world !

From the Flickr album by Chitrasudar

MCD 4

It was the April of 2007.

I was close to her.Pretty close to her...she heard my every conversation on phone, she saw my every mood, she knew about all my close friends from school... 'She' was my room mate.

.... & then my money started getting stolen. Little by little, initially & then later to bigger amounts.

Time & again, all the evidences pointed to her. But I was too scared & hurt to confront her. Initially did not let my parents or friends know about it.

I could never confront her directly, neither did she ever accept the fact. She always said she was misunderstood. I doubted myself in even having accusing thoughts about her. I still donot know what the truth is. Or ever I will get answers to all the lies she said me.

It was January of 2009.

After having a long day , finishing my pending Oral Pathology Project, was walking back to my hostel from my friends. It became late , almost 9 in the night. I was carrying my laptop bag +college bag (which resembles a laptop bag too ) on my either shoulders. Suddenly a bike slowed down & snatched my college bag ( I presume supposing it to be the laptop bag ) . For a minute there, I did not know how to react. By the time, I regained my senses, the bike had taken a good head start. Though some of the friends who saw the incident went behind the robbers, they could not get hold of him. I never got my bag back. Nothing valuable , there was, except for my Oral Path Project which I had to start & complete all over again in a gap of 2 days.

The second incident never left its mark on me much, besides to be careful while I walk in the night.

But the first incident made an imprint on me forever...

I realized the people who can stab you worst are the ones whom are you most close to. As for the harsh words/actions of unknown people whom you meet on life's ways, it can never really impinge !

Be careful before you open your heart to some one !

MCD 3

Every Monday of First year ,we had a viva on Dental Materials, which means our Sundays used to go mostly preparing for it.

The topic was 'Dental Cements' in which we gotta know every minute detail of every cement we use in dental practice like compressive strength, tensile strength, yield strength ,blah blah (I think Civil Engineers can understand what I am talking about! )

One particular Monday & my viva did not go well.The lecturer handling it ,Dr. S gave me a 'lecture; in fact :
"I know you have done well in school, but you are taking college a little too lightly. The next 4 years can make your or break you. Finish your course, learn your work well , go back home & establish yourself "

Over the course of my non-clinical & clinical years , Dr. S ended up becoming one of my favorite Professors & a Dentist I look up to.

Even today, though he is no longer associated with our college, I know , if I have a doubt regarding any aspect of my field, I can sure ring him up !

Salute , Sir !

MCD 2

The second year of college was pretty tough for me. I was handled by some Professors who put into my face bluntly that I was incapable of studying or doing those Pre-clinical exercises.

Final two months came by.Worked with all my heart and head. Was in a mad rage to prove those people who belittled me. Prayed as much as I could.

Exam went good, but finally when the results, the results of 2 other classmates and mine were withheld at the University. Initially ,as usual, I blamed myself, thought I had written the Roll No. in the OMR sheets wrong. Later came to know it was a technical error at the Univ.

It was Ramadan when all this hungama happened. Prayed with so much of anguish & desperation, in a way I have never prayed before ( Now Looking at it ,it seems too silly ,but then I thought that was the end of the world :D )

Finally a week later, my results came. I topped, surprisingly. Alhamdulilah.

All praise to Lord Almighty.

.....& I learnt, a prayer of a fasting person doesn't go unanswered !

My College Days 1

I just have a few more days in college. Planning to write those small things I learnt , besides the actual degree...


It was August 15, 2006. Dad dropped me at the new hostel. I had a huge and horrid shock seeing my new abode(Unhygienic).Finally settled on the new place still, cos it was embedded in to my head that things are not going to be as cosy as it was in Doha, by my mom and sis.I thought this was part of being 'not cosy'

A whole lot of girls from different part of India were there in the hostel...from Assam, Delhi, Rajasthan, Gujarat, Bihar....They had joined a few days earlier and so by then had jelled up!

....& then I realized everyone around was speaking Hindi, a language which I totally abhorred, having to learn in school cos I could never really understand it then.Too much of talk, and laughter .....&  I couldn't be a part of it. Having grown up in a school where I had the same set of friends for 12 years, I was finding it real hard.

Little did I know then ,it was the begining of a long journey which taught me lots....

........to adjust with people from different places speaking different languages with different attitudes having different belief!