MCD - 14

(In my first year of college, I came across this poster with the poem titled ' Don't Quit'. All through my 5 years, it shuttled along with me, through 3 different hostel rooms. Cliche as it sounds, it used to help me in times of low)

Don't  Quit.

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you are trudging seems all uphill,

When the funds are low, and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,

When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must,  but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,

And many a failure turns about,
When he might had won, had he stuck it out ;

Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.

Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,

And you can never tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far ;

So stick to the fight when you are hardest hit,
It's when things seem worse, that you must not quit.

- Author Unknown

❤

I was in grade 5 or 6 and we were in India for holidays. While passing through Calicut we came across the Government Dental College building and my dad just randomly remarked, "You might study there! "

Me : " Dentist !? I will NEVER be a dentist. "

7 years later, I joined dentistry.

7 years hence, I love and enjoy my chosen field of profession.

Dad's know of your potential way before you find it out yourself ! ❤ ❤

(May Allah give our parents the best in this world and the best in the hereafter Akhira - Ameen )

Interest Vs Job.

The Indian education system is more of 'job-oriented' than 'interest-oriented'. Add to it, the mindset of the middle class Indian population of children being doctors & engineers bringing honour to the family. Having to take this very important decision at an age as young as 15/16 or 18 doesn't help either. With this, we have a major tragedy of creative and talented youth stuck in a mediocre job for which they rarely have any interest or passion, in our society.

How many amongst our midst are stuck in a software company in Bangalore ? How many of us hate the smell of hospitals, yet still return there, day in & day out ? How many of us hate holding the mouth mirror & probe, yet do the same everyday ?

I am not overlooking the fact there are dedicated engineers & medical professionals who absolutely love what they do. But pointing towards the vast majority of group of college graduates who go in 'with the flow' without ever realising their true potential and interest.

We look down upon a graduate of English Literatue or Botany or Geology thinking we have a more "professional" degree than them. Rarely we realize the fact, when they have taken a path which brings them immense satisfaction, we have just followed the flock. The joke is upon us, not them.

The people who brave all odds and try to become script-writers, film-directors, artists, writers are either not encouraged by their own family or some times, the support of loved one is present, but the employment sector does not show kindness to them, thus resulting in a disheartened individual who loses faith in his own abilities.

The injury becomes worse with the tailor-made nature of the Indian curriculum at graduate level. A medical/dental/engineering graduate etc can take only subjects related to their particular field. There is no option of dual major or taking subjects/courses as per one's interest, as like some of the western curriculum.

Most people have a desire to learn, not to have a fancy degree after their name or get a fatter pay-check but just simply for the need to know and increase in awareness and understanding of their favourite subject. Our education system fails in fulfilling this desire to learn and most of the time, curbs any desire to "study".

Some of my friends overseas are doing their major in 'International Relations', 'Conflict Resolution and Analysis' 'Creative Writing', 'Human Computer Interaction'. Yeah, I never knew such specialized branch of degrees even existed !

Mind set change, revamp of our educational system, in-depth & comprehensive analysis of aptitude individually, awareness of different options available - these might help in bringing a change of this sorry state of our youth. ( ..and so easy to put in words on a blog !!)

If ever given a chance to study subjects varied from my dental degree, it would be Math, Creative Writing, Tafseer, Comparative Religion ;) What would be your's ?

(If you are some one I know, don't come running with a pan, asking when did I start 'not loving' dentistry. No worries. That commitment is for a lifetime :D )

MCD - 13

July of 2010.

Final year exams in full swing. Taking a toll on our physical and mental strength. Done with theory and the 7 dreaded clinicals were left.

One of our final year subjects is Pedodontics (Pediatric Dentistry) and as the name suggests deals with oral health of children. Since we were dealing with very young children sometimes as young as 4 , we were told by our staff to take written consent from the child's parent and also pick & drop the child at home (as the case may be!)

I met the parents of my shy 11 year old patient. After introducing myself and informing the parents of the treatment needs of the child, I was about to leave when the dad tells me, 'I have only one son. Please do take care of my child '. I reassured him and told, I myself will drop the child back at home (since the dad had work that day). Also gave my contact number and took the parent's number too.

The exam went well. Clinical viva went excellent and we were told by the staff to get ourselves ready for the theory viva. Since my name begins with "S" and roll number is almost towards the end, it would took some more time for my viva to begin. So I told my friend to drop my patient along with hers. I went back to preparing for the viva.

Around half an hour later, I see my friend running up and down the hospital giving me tensed stares at times and at times not looking at my face itself. Finally my viva got over. Seeing her franatically pace all over the department, I asked her what was the problem. After slight hesitation, she admitted the little boy who was my patient was missing. I completely LOST my temper with her. For having trusted her to do the job and we are talking about a very small child here. We started searching the entire college (..and that is no small feat due to the huge size of the college.) On top of it all, I had started getting calls from the dad.....

I didn't know what to do. I was worried about the safety of the child. I worried about the dad. I was feeling dizzy with all the tension.

Finally the guys in our class went with their bikes to the area around the child's house to see if by any chance, he had reached back on his own.... and, there he was !! Apparently, he got lost from the crowd of kids and found his way back home on his own.

I didn't know if to be mad at him for going without letting me know or heave a sigh of relief on knowing he was safe.

(Since the parents weren't in the hospital, they weren't aware of the confusion... )

I am no where near being a guardian of a child on my own...

...But for those two hours, I was a parent and it was my child who was lost. And I was WORRIED !!

MCD - 12

Aug of 2010.

Our final year results came out. Alhamdulilah got a first class and stood 4th in college. Still I had a lingering depression over me so much so I hated going for internship during those initial days.

The reason for the depression was neither did I top in college nor did I top in any of the subjects ( or so I thought then according to the rough calculation amongst pals). Now you might be thinking, 'What a silly reason to be depressed'. To an extent, I agree (now!), but also, I had continually done well in college ,or atleast 2nd and 3rd year and so, suddenly these results were disappointing to me.

I made dua. Continual dua. I asked Allah for happiness and to protect me from sadness and depression. I studied that Hadith* of Rasullullah SAW as reported by Abdullahi Ibn Masud, which says, by repeating it, Allah will take away distress and grief, and replace it with joy...

With days, I had forgotten about the inital sadness and was completely enjoying my free internship days. ( Being forgetful of our past despair and sadness with time, a mercy from Allah, truly, Subhana Allah)

Fast forward to August 2011.

The official list of subject wise rankholders was put up. Surprisingly, I had topped in two subjects. Ma sha Allah. Alhamdulilah.

I did wonder why did I put myself under so much of sadness then !? Why did I think less of myself ? Why did I put down my worth in front of my own eyes, when clearly I had done my level best in studying !?

Not only does this incident remind me of the fact, that most of our worries and sadness are truly baseless, but also, it teaches me a far greater lesson.

Maybe, Allah hid the fact from me initially, so that, I went back to Him with a far greater intensity than before. Maybe my 'Dhikr' was lacking and maybe this sadness helped me to be back on track. Allah knows best.

Every obstacle, adversity, depression, sadness and despair is a detour for us to turn back to Him. It is a medicine to increase our Sabr. It might be a push to prolong our Sajdah. It might be to nudge us to ponder over His words. It might be a way for those dark sins to be washed away. It might be purifying us to enter His Garden. Allah knows best.

A delay never means 'negative'. A delay only means your are being purified and prepared for the best to come.

No dua goes unaswered. Every supplication is answered either in this world or in the Hereafter.

Again, I am going through a phase in which I myself doubt every single ounce of ability and talent, I have. I am insecure of my looks, of achievements, of me myself. All I have now is duas, duas and more duas. Remembering this incident gives me respite and hope.

This post is written , first and foremost, to calm myself and to strengthen my Iman again. And to anyone who comes across this and is going through the same predicament, I wish you peace and strength of mind. Trust your Maker. The Once closer to you than your jugular vein knows you better than you, yourself !

Till next,
Adios

Dear Little Brother,

As you begin the next phase of your education in life, I wish you the very best. May Allah Almighty make the knowledge you gain, a reason for you to come closer to Him and for you to carry forward the flag of our Deen.

Among st siblings , you always had the biggest spot in my heart. Maybe in many of your actions ,you remind me of myself - unsure, not confident and at times, too naive that any one can take advantage of you and start dominating over. Now I understand a tiny fraction of the angst dad went through, when he first left me in Bangalore.

...and I have learnt now,

 Love should never suffocate. Love should always set free so that the other person can soar to the heights they were destined for. 

During all my years in Bangalore, your simple messages of " We are just a call away" or an SMS early in the morning "Enthu patti Ramana" - (Whats wrong) on a day when I didn't want to face the sun have always kept me going. And I promise you the same, support from a sister any time and every time. I will always be a call away whether is it that I am married or in another country or hanging 3 kids upside down, I will always have time for you. I shall listen to your rants if you want to convey in me or just be there by your side, if you dont want to tell me . I shall not judge or lose my temper. (But yeah, I ll advice a hell lot, you know that :D )

Before everything, I hope your are sure and happy with your decision of the course cos that is something you will be doing for the rest of your life :D

College life will be very different from the life you have led until now. 

It will be exciting , adventurous and fun , yet you will have days when it tests you of all your strength. Whatsoever happens, remember this, Allah is always by your side. He is Al Wali - The protecting friend. Derive your strength from Him. Complain and cry of your sadness to Him. Pray your Salah on time. Whether it is 4 AM Fajr or Dhuhr in between classes, say your prayers. Carry your Musallah if you have to with you, but pray on time. Keep the English translation of Qur'aan with you.

Take time in making friends, but make good ones. For they are the ones who will stick by you when you get a blasting session from HoD or when you have to face the stressful ordeals of placements.

You will encounter people whose right and wrong differs from yours. Respect them , but never fall in to a company which actions do not conform to your values of right and wrong. Before you make any decision, whether it be going out with a friend or for a party, ask yourself, two questions, 

" Is it right in front of Allah?"  & " Is it in accordance to the values uppa , umma has taught us?" As long as it is Yes to both, you shall not waver from your path. Never give in to peer pressure. Make your own rules and boundaries and stick by them.

Your certain decisions of not mixing with certain crowd or having food that are Halal only etc might bring in unwanted and sometimes hurtful comments. Be patient with it. If you can explain to them your belief. If not , ignore the negativism respectfully.

 I always try to remind myself this Hadith in such situations ,

"Islam began as something strange and it will return strange as it began, so give glad tidings for the strangers" - Sahih Muslim

You will come in touch with the opposite gender , innumerable times. Choose the path of being neither extremes. Dont be too close so that one day you will have to answer Allah for wrong deeds neither too far that people end up calling "anti -social" . I think , you know better and I might not have to say much !

Your traits of kindness , humility and humour (read -challis) are something I adore in you. Dont ever let these qualities of yours get jaded with time due to cynicism of others.

Too much of advicing eh? (so typically me :D) 

Go in for trips with friends. Have a stay over at a pal's house. Go for a classmate's sister/brother's wedding. Visit the beach.Take many crazy photographs.Ace an exam ;) Have all the fun in the world.  Make memories. These 4 years, whether you like it or not then , will be the memorable ones of your life... 

Whatsoever happens, always know , you have a lovely home to come back to. A place where you are loved, accepted and proud of , always ! :)

May you remain in Allah's protection always!

Love,

Me ! :)

PS : Study very well :D :D

MCD - 11

Out of a batch of 60, I was the only one with a Hijab on. For many of my North- Indian friends, I was their first contact with a Muslim.I was subject to glances and comments on my choice of a different attire. I had to answer many questions of why I wear the Hijab to why I don't eat anything during the month of Ramadan. It was Oct of 2006.

Fast forward to February of 2012.

While going to write one of the Entrance exams which was online based, we had to go in for a pre-test registration, for which they had to go take a photograph via the web cam.

The officials at the desk : " Remove your head covering"
Me : " I will not "

The male official looked at the female official with a surprised -what-to-do-now look.

Female Official : "At least remove the pin n loosen your scarf so that the shape of your face is clear" (As though we were convicted felons and not students about to write an exam!)

On not wanting to make a bigger scene, I loosened my Shayla (removed the hijab pin) such that it still covers my entire hair.

One of my friends, L, who hails from Rajasthan, was behind me in the queue and was quietly noticing the entire conversation. After his registration, he comes over to me and asks...




L : " Why did you remove your safety pin?"
Me : "They told me to !"
L : " You didn't have to "
Me : " I said No once...."
L: " They are not even college or university officials. They are just people sitting on the desk. You should have said a firm No once more..... "

I was pleasantly surprised on being supported by a friend, of different faith, who doesnt know much about mine, yet still defended and supported me, knowing fully well, it is a decision close to my heart.

Media never gives a positive impression of our religion. But if you can change one person's negative view of your religion in to a positive one , by way of your action,views or deeds, then that too is a tiny weeny bit of success from your part.

I leave with this Hadith :

 Abu Darda (RA) reported that Rasulullah (SAW) said, “Nothing is weightier on the Scale of Deeds than one’s good manners.”(Al-Bukhari)

May Allah make us amongst those with the best of manners. May He forgive our shortcomings and weakness. May He make us good ambassadors of our religion.

MCD - 10

People whom we know becomes people whom we knew. Life changes. We some times have to let go. Channel new paths .

College life is over. We are in different countries now!

Calls dwindle. Mails almost never. The green button on G-talk/Skype - still we dont talk.

From strangers to friends and then sadly again back to strangers. This happens to be the classic cycle of life.

Distance might only increase between us. We might meet again, we might never meet again.

Whatsoever it is,

...we are forever bounded by memories of shared moments together.

MCD- 9

College Auditorium

Sept 20, 2011 - Graduation day



Graduation from a student to a doctor...with all its uncertainty ,

"Am I really ready to handle the challenges? "

"Will I live upto the expectation of the two initials before my name?"

"Will I be successful in my career?" and a million questions.....


Ever since I first witnessed the graduation Day program of my super seniors when I was in 1st year, have been eagerly waiting for my BIG DAY and Alhamdulilah it truly was a fantabulous day !

Hippocratic Oath

Like I updated on my personal profile :
"Insha'allah,Less than 12 hours to go for my Graduation Day - The first big event of my life ! Dono what I feel now ! May everything go good for each & everyone of us !! =)"
That was my un-explainable emotion the day before the function.


Getting Ready. Saree Troubles. Smiles. Photo Shoot. The graduation gown. Graduation March.Lighted Candles.Seating on our designated seats. Rising up to take The Hippocratic Oath. Changing the Tassel from left to right.Jubilation. Being called on stage for finally receiving my Bachelor of Dental Surgery Award. Being called on stage twice again for topping in two final year subjects. Speaking on behalf of the Outgoing Interns . Throwing the Cap in unison. Congratulatory messages. Laughter. Happiness. Happiness. Hapiness.

It truly was the most ''proudest'' day of my life , till date. Receiving the Degree in front of my two dearest people , who flew in all the way from Doha to Bangalore just for the occasion - My loving parents. My Biggest Doors to Jannah. I hope I did make you people proud ! :)

To all my dearest classmates, whom I have spent 5 years of my life growing up with, I will miss each and everyone of you ! You have taught me in ways more than anyone else. For a girl who grew up in the Arabian Gulf and oblivious of the bigger world, you people truly enriched me with experiences and memories, I otherwise wouldn't have . I came to know about the different festivals , the various cuisine in different parts of India , even our varied response to a particular situation. Kite flying festival - Uttarayan, Bihu , Navratri, Holi, Dhokla, Rasgulla even Pani Puri - The different names I had read in my geography text only until I came to Bangalore. I truly did experience a cultural diaspora among st you guys.

Class of 2011

I repeat the same words from my graduation speech.... " to a childhood friend who was always there, to a sibling who was never too busy , to a teacher who believed in our potential " Yes ! I have a million people to say my thanks and gratitude to ! :) ( a different blog post , I suppose ! )

I wonder what tomorrow holds for me. But I leave it to my Rabb. He has blessed me every single minute until now, even more than I deserved. So then how can I not trust HIM - Al Wadud - The Loving


.....and as the name of our event suggested, (UDGAMA 2011- The Rising star )
May we all rise to reach the pinnacle of glory in our personal, professional and spiritual life !

MCD- 8

For the innumerable people I have met during the course of my college years :

In course of time,innumerable people are gonna cross our path..some of them we end up being close to..some expand our horizon of thoughts..some are there for just a season..some break our hearts...with some we are our absolute best...some help us in revealing to ourselves,our-not-so-good-side...with some it is just gonna be a smile-while-we-cross-the-corridors-relationship...some, just another face on the street...but with every person,we are gonna polish a facet of our character, learn a new way of handling with situations, in short, every person on our way leaves their footprints on our hearts,in some way or the other!

MCD- 7

I had updated this on twitter on May 28,2011. Feel it deserves a sure shot blog mention ! :)

There are many people to whom I shud say my thanks to as I head towards the final few months of college (Insha'allah).One sure is Ish Aunty & her family for the innumerable help done to me during my 5 years of college. That is one relationship in Blore that I am sure grateful for.Alhamdulilah.

'Supporting me left & right when my 2nd year results got withheld & then again sharing my happiness,when the results came & I topped,alhamdulilah.Consoling me when my cash got stolen or when I got robbed or how can I forget ,the countless times she made food for me during Ramadan,both Suhoor & Ifthar.Making sure everyone around was 'quiet' just because I was studying & motivating me all the time I was down.There were many times I missed Umma terribly & I wud go talk to her & somewhere I wud just feel alright.'


Thankyou for everything u have done for me.Thankyou for trusting me wid everything.Thank you for always making sure that I dint spend my Eid alone & that I wasnt lonely.Thankyou for considering me as a child of yours ! :)

Monu,u r really one of the closest friends I had in college & the bestest roomie ever.I miss our talking till late nite/serials-on-colours & other tv shows/ girl craziness/& everything else I shared wid u !

MCD - 6

It was July 2009

The University examination of Third year season.....

It was the first time we were having clinical examination (since first two years are mostly pre-clinical years!) - meaning we would be graded for the examination from the way we dealt with the patient,case history , so forth & so on..

Subject of Preventive & Community Dentistry. Nerve wracking times. Its the clinical viva  time for me..made a whole lot of mistakes !!! The only thing I remember the Professor/ Head of Department saying to me was : "You will never become a good professional" and my already tainted confidence level became negative 100 maybe !!!!!

(I donot know why we often forget the innumerable praises others load on us but often takes with us that  one negative ,sarcastic comment and most often never heal from that!! )

Let me frankly say, I hated that particular professor all through my clinical years. I literally hated going for any community related work if he was in charge. I always felt he too had the same feeling of hatred towards me :D :D ( I agree, childish !)

Fast forward, Sept 2011. Graduation Day. Besides the regular momento,scroll etc , I get called on stage for the Subject Topper Award in  (same subject!!) Preventive & Community Dentistry and I had to receive the award from the very same Professor !!!!!

Somewhere along the line , that one statement had always been a source of motivation for me, though it has always been to prove him wrong. But nevertheless it became an inspiration to work harder!

So then , motivation can, at times, come from sarcastic comments too, isn't it ?

..and thinking of it now, I no longer have that feeling of hatred towards him anymore!!!

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!

22 as it was....

24 hours before I turn 23,I want to look back at the wonderful year it has been,Alhamdulilah !

How many of our blessings do we count?

"Maashallah..not every one gets a chance to fulfill der dreams..ur among de chosen ones.."

Just a few days ago one of my school friends remarked while I was chatting with her online.....

It struck me then........

yes,indeed,I am blessed!!Here I am on the threshold of graduating from a dental school with another ten months (Insha'allah ) Maybe it is a blessing to have an amazing family support to further my education,when there are many 'dads' who donot allow their girls to be sent away from their homes or cities!Or yet again parents who want their kids to be degree-holders,but are financially weak to support them.I have both (Alhamdulilah) and still I have never considered it as a blessing!How ignorant could I be!?!

There are innumerable times I crib about being alone while  I am sick,having to travel alone or having to face people who have nothing to say but against my religion or state or just about anything!

But maybe,

in being alone,while I am sick have given me the ability to take care of myself in any situation.......

in being alone,while I travel have given me the ability to enjoy solitude and tackle any situation with the best of my logic....

in being alone,while I face two-faced,three-faced etc beings have given me the ability to figure out,at times,silence is the Best!!

& Most of all,in being alone,I have realised the importance of appreciating companionship!!

How often we are so abuntantly blessed & yet we complain!?!

At times,we need a sentence or two like that,to knock some sense in to our perveted minds to see the larger picture and a different perspective!

A detour or a straight road? :)

In the cross-roads of life,that is the position I am in now!


After struggling 4 years with books,day & night,I realize,I need to go on
longer if I really wanna be in some 'position' & also maybe struggle again a year more with entrance books to struggle 3 more years!(Three times ,the word struggle ! :D)

I am going through what every Intern goes through-Uncertainity!

Is the whole lot of information I MUGGED UP gonna be a waste?

Am I gonna do my post graduation,If so in which branch of dentistry?

In which part of the world am I gonna settle down?India or the middle east or still farther?

Depending on the country depends my future study plans,so again,a whole lot of question marks!

How is my clinical practice going to be?

Entrance exams with the big E!

& many more sawaal

But....


One thing,life has taught me...
Whatever is decided by God is what is gonna happen
& eventually always it is the BEST!!


Just Trust in Lord-dad always tells us-& I realize its power!


Till Next,

Fly High! :)