Stranded...

I am just stranded, don't know what more I can say.
It's tough, it's getting tougher...But this too will pass...

Farewell!

Tomorrow, the last day of 6 tiring years, a lot of memories to take, a lot you wish you would forget. It wasn’t long ago when getting to final year seemed ages away, and here we are at the finish line, uncertain, happy to leave university and to face a fresh new challenge yet sad to leave all those who have been our friends through thick and thin, through those terrible pre-viva syndromes and post result euphoria and those who understood us more than anyone else when we talked medicine.

It is not the big days you’ll miss, it is those regular days that start out normal, and those are the big ones. From anatomy sub-stages, to boycotts, the time when we were the only ‘exhibits’ in the ‘museum’, to those never ending histology practical classes, the pharma that went above your head, the pathology you wished would be a lot more interesting than our teachers made it, the paediatrics maams you wish you never see again and then the histories you wrote a night before the test and ended up making it P4 G5, the texting in lectures and talking when you know the teacher is so looking at you.

It’s hard to imagine, yet appealing to experience the life ahead, with no bus to catch, no class to bunk and no one to blame when you score low, where blaming the system won’t be a good enough excuse. So are you ready? To be accountable to yourself, to be responsible for every move you make, to shape your future.

Human nature-never happy

Why couldn't life be easier? Why did things have to be so complicated? Why is it that we are never happy with what we have? Why is it that at one point your life halts and you feel like it ended, when it actually hasn't? Why is it that you seem to think that you are in the worst situation possible and no one is going through it as bad as you are when sometimes it's not really true.

If only life had been easier, if only things could have been sorted as smoothly as spreading butter on bread, if only I had the self confidence, if only I didn't fear, if only I believed that the word 'impossible' didn't exist.

But if everything had been simple, how would I learn, how would I grow as a person, how would I achieve, how would I have the wealth that is called 'experience' and thus I wouldn't be blogging. And maybe 5 years from now when I'll be scribbling some random bits from my problem at that time, I would read this and laugh at myself, and thus time is a gift, it makes you used to things, it makes you forget, it makes you realize, and most importantly it teaches you that sometimes things are not in your hands and that's when you leave it on time and Allah.

blogging...

day 1....night actually, its 2:40am and here I am making my very own blog.
what made me make one so late? That's the one question I keep asking myself, and now when I am at it, I am actually thinking of how much I could have written in the last 4 years, 4 years I say coz m talking about my university life. The university life of which I have many disturbing memories, many hindrances, many times where I felt out of place, many times where I had to stop myself from talking (coz girls at the univ don't talk much, and when they do no one else but one of them rolls eyes at u). No I dont mean to talk all bad about my university, but yes, that's one fact of it.

There is so much processing in my mind right now, but the wisest thing for me to do right now, is to shut my laptop and sleep.

I'll be scribbling...If my terribly exhausting, mind wrecking, psychologically challenging exams and its preparation lets me.

Gnite