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Showing posts with label Hostel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hostel. Show all posts

MCD - 14

Nov 16, 2013

(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

Feb frenzy !

Feb 15, 2012
I come here again to rant.

The past 2 months have been tiring. Just tiring. With all these PG exams. Realized the true competition of Medical Entrance only now. Two more exams to go. But I have completely lost hope now. Maybe I might not clear this time. Maybe I might never write these exams again. Don't know. I donot know when did the optimist me become a completely pessimist me .

There is something I have been hoping for. Dreaming for. Wishing for. Praying for.

But I trust the Divine Decree. Whatsoever it is. It is the 6th pillar of Iman - To believe in fate, good or evil.

My Rabb knows me better than I do myself. His Plan for me is anyday better than my lowly desires and wishes. Thawakalthu-ala- Allah ! :)

Jan-o-mania

Jan 16, 2012
This post is basically written so that blog doesnt go empty in the first month of 2012 itself. And maybe another one of those venting episodes !

Just realized it has been 4 years since I started blogging, though I aint a frequent blogger. I like having my own space on web-o-sphere. And yes I hardly let any one I know in real life, know about the blog.

Here, I am back in the same place where I spent 5 years of my life, preparing for my post- graduate entrance exams. One down. 6 more exams to go. Insha'allah. I wonder how will I fare in them.

For a long time , I was confused whether I really wanted to do MDS or not,considering the fact ,I really didnt have the strength in me to stay again for 3 more years without anyone around ,so far away from my dear family.. Then when I finally realized I wanted to do and started preparing for the exams, maybe ,it was just a lil bit late. Hmm.. Dono. Anyways trying my level best now, Insha'allah! I really do pray and hope I get in through and get a seat of my choice in a city I can live by.

I waited for a long time for some door to open up for me. I waited for some signs from Lord. Nothing did. Alhamdulilah for it, cos then I finally understood ,I cannot keep expecting life to happen. I have to make it happen for myself, all by myself. We have to do our part & then leave the rest to Lord. Preparing for PG is one of the first steps in it. Insha'allah.

A few months back, at home, seeing my agonizing confused state ,my mom adviced me, 'go pray Salaathul Isthikhara. Ask Allah for guidance. He knows your troubles' . And seriously , I supposed it changed my outlook a whole lot. I had read/studied about Salathul Isthikhara a lot. But never really prayed until then. I used to think it was only for decisions related to marriage or so. I was wrong. I understand now, it is for any decision in regards. To ask Allah to bless us with something which is good for us in our Deen, our livelihood, our affairs, both in this world and in the Hereafter and also for us to be pleased and happy with the blessing. I would suggest the same ,to anyone going through indecisive or confusive stages of their life. I only wished I had prayed earlier.

There is none who knows us better than Allah Subhanahu Wa'Tala'.

Besides, a close friend of mine got 'nikkah-ed' . Couldn't be there for the function cos of the so called exams. Felt really low cos we grew up together, had our crazy girl's dreams together, and she is one of the only two people whom I had promised (since childhood) that I would be there for her big day, but I couldn't ! Insha'allah hoping to be there for the reception. May Allah Almighty bless you with the best in this world & the Hereafter Akhira. May your days ahead be blessed with joy, love & happiness and may it erase all those dark, depressing days, you had gone through. May you both remain under God's protection always & May He make this union a reason for you both to come closer to Him.

Before I vent, any more of my boring thoughts, I really need to stop, I suppose :D

'O overturner of hearts, make my heart firm in your religion'

Ya Rabb, make me among the company of the righteous .
Ya Rabb, make me one of your slaves who is always pleased and happy with Your Decree.

MCD- 7

Nov 18, 2011


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 4

Aug 13, 2011
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 !

My College Days 1

Aug 6, 2011
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!