Hybrid Hues 2008

HYBRID HUES
2008-09
It's A Whole New World !!

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Komal
Parmar
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Shubhangi
Nishant
Gurnani
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Ghosh Shashank
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Anubha
Gayatri
KRITI
Prashant
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HYBRID HUES
2008-09
It's A Whole New World !!

Contents
Thanks several tons, folks! - 1 Delivery Diaries 46
Acknowledgements
The Manali Chronicles 49
Director's Foreword 2
An Exercise in Resourcefulness 53
Dean's Foreword 3
Dilli Ki Sadke 55
A Whole New World!! -
The Voice of Conscience 57
Editor's foreword 4
Shimla Diaries 59
Let My Brain Remove The Pain 5
Gap-Shap 62
In Conversation
Growing Up 64
Dr Divya Seshadri 7
High Flyer 67
Dr Sandeep Aggarwal 11
Julius Caesar- A Sublime Tragedy 70
Dr Cyrus M. Shroff 15
Searching My Soul 73
Mental Static......... 19
Dreamz Unscrambled -
To Whom It May Concern The P-Wave Story 2008-09 75
Down with Love 21 P-Wave - A Photofeature 79
There's Nobody Quite Like You 23 Travel Train-ing 81
The Road To Neelong 24 Love in Separation 84
Moving On 27 Immortal Conversations

I've Been A Part of 87
One Fine Day 29
Euro- Trip 93
Lizard Lounge 30
Khalbali 2008 - A Photofeature 97
A Two-Point Monologue 31
Pulse 2008 - A Photofeature 99
Who said …..To Whom?? 32
Mere Yaaron Ki Shaadi 101
Batch Photographs 37
f.y.i. 103
The Road They Travelled
Invictus 104
It's a Child's World 43
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Serve Your Mother - If I Knew 149
Dr Anurag Srivastava's Message 105
Why O Why 151
Indian Medical Students Association 107
The Shipwreck 152
Why Linux 112
The Memoirs Of A Caprice 153
Battleground God 118
Dancing In The Dark 154
Lit-Wise 119
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What's in a Name?? 125
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Worldly Wisdom 128
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Infantile Syndrome 131
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Attention Deficit Disorder 133
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Circadian Dysrrhythmia 134
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Mars Vs Venus 135
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Treat Time - A Photofeature 137
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Village Posting - A Photofeature 138
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Mental Static........ 141 esjk I;kj&lk{kh 172
Let Us Escape 142 Qklyk 173
Fallen Leaf 143 ohj Hkxr flag 175
Home 144 ;s flre 178
Confessions Of A Wanderer 145 fQrjr 179
In My Songs 146
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You. I. 147
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The Girl With The Mystic Smile 148 The Interns' Batch (2003)
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It's a whole new world !!
Thanks Several Tons, Folks!!
'It's a whole new world…' The song sounded nice and hum-able when I heard it randomly about a year ago -
and as the following months unrolled, it proceeded to plaster itself well all over my life. And the initiation to
these alien lands of putting together a magazine and then finding 'glue' to keep it together was eased by a bunch
of people whom I can never really thank enough…
The Editorial Board ('The Scroll Bar' was the fancy name we chose for ourselves) - a bunch of the most
entertaining Helper Angels anyone could ask for!! Great stress-busters, and eventually dependable!!
All those who wrote or drew for the magazine - the faculty, the students…thank you for making the magazine
what it is!! (A special thank you to all the non-'writer's who did set out on the mortally perilous ordeal of writing
English Compositions - and lived to tell the tale, in awesome style!!)
All the sponsors - and the faculty who backed our request for them - for believing in this endeavour, and for
showering enough goodwill!!
Azad Offset Printers - for being patient with my tendency to submit work in infinite installments, and for spoon-
feeding the designing!!
Shubhangi, Uppal and Komal (in no other order than seniority) for being ever available to rush to a sponsor,
pester a potential contributor, collect a paper, or just be arbitrarily yelled at to vent frustration - wonder what I'd
have done without you!!
Anubha, Ghosh and Gayatri - for helping me nail together the ever so fluid Interns' Section, as the profiles and
photographs played a merry game of hide-n-seek!!
Divya Seshadri - for being the 24x7 Agony Aunt I could rush to whenever the going got too tough or
complicated!!
Shruti Shambhavi - for her invaluable 'Little Red Notebook', and the nuggets of information she was ever ready
to dispense.
Mayank - the magazine truly 'bank'-ed upon him !!
The concept of 6th and 7th semesters - say what you will, but it is the best thing to have happened!!
The Students' Union Executive - for backing me every step of the way, and truly 'inspiring' this edition !!
Piyush, for making my work a zillion times more easy and difficult at the same time - by the process of simply
being!!
My mother - for the essential moral support which I always sorely need, for last minute Hindi tutorials, and for
vital Hindi Section blooper-spotting skills that proved to be life savers!!
And of course, the Almighty in his abode, watching over every step….
The new world turned out to be a journey I will cherish as much as the final destination. Love you all…Cheers!!
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Dr. T.D. Dogra ALL INDIA INSTITUTE OF MEDICAL SCIENCES
Professor & Head of Forensic Medicine Ansari Nagar, New Delhi-110 029, INDIA
Dean (Exams) Phone : (O) 26588000; 26594800; 26594805
& Director Fax : 011-26588663
Foreword
It gives me great pleasure to write the foreword of our annual magazine-

Hybrid Hues. I would like to extend my heartiest congratulations for the
excellent work done by members of editorial board.
AIIMS is well known for its image and fine reputation. Students of AIIMS
are not only professionally excellent but richly talented in extra curricular
and literary activities, for which we are proud.
I hope this trend will be a continuous process and flourish in the years to
come.
I send my greetings and warmest good wishes to all of you on this special
occasion.
With best wishes,
Your Sincerely,
(T.D. Dogra)
Director, AIIMS
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Dear Kriti,
I am happy to know that the 10th edition of the Hybrid Hues-annual

magazine of the Students' Union - is going to be released soon. This
magazine embodies the creative talent of your undergraduate students in
varied forms and colours. Needless to say this represents a significant
phase of student-life.
Art and literature are natural expression of a creative individual but

creativity goes much beyond. Creativity is the key to sucess in life. It adds
distinctiveness to one's personality and profession.
As students of medicine, you are expected to be in the pursuit of new knowledge in science
of health and diseases. To learn about and understand medicine, you are required to know about
human body and mind, besides going through a systematic training course. It is, therefore,
necessary to imbibe a spirit of inquiry and to update your knowledge, practical skills and attitude
constantly. Practice of medicine is not a mechanical exercise. It involves honest and dedicated
commitments. It demands lots of patients, understanding and creativity while dealing with ailing
people and also their relatives in a hospital situation. Adove all, it demands you to be a good human
being. In fact, this is what your parents and society expected of you.
I wish your endeavour all success.
With all the best.
(R.C. Deka)
Ms. Kriti Puri

Magazine Editor
Students Union, AIIMS
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A Whole New World!!

And finally…I am allowed to write these much awaited words
of…let's see, relief mostly, and a lot of joy, and ummm
anticipation, and a teeny bit of fear of the response perhaps??
It might sound like a speech the P-Wave Secy- usually gives (and I
would be lucky if I had even a tenth of the audience she enjoys),
but this was indeed something I dreamt of in my very first semester
here, under Divya's able guidance. The semesters which followed
did nothing to dampen the spirit, though the means to this end
were mostly in doubt. But then, as history does show, there are
always some people in the right place at the right time…and, un-
understandable to most as this may sound, I like to think I am one
of them…
Of course, I hadn't counted the crazy 6th and 7th semesters I would create for myself, what with
self-imposed exams and a constant tussle between 'NOW' and 'THEN'…but I was lucky to
have all the help I could possibly need…and also more-than-enough inspiration to actually see
this through to its end…Some crazy running around for the sponsors (it IS the hardest part of
the Mag-Ed's job, actually putting together the magazine is what we do to pass time, it
seems!!); crazier hunting for someone to take along with me for the fear that a solitary 'me'
wouldn't be viewed with much trust; putting faces to names (and at times, names to faces!!) for
the Interns' Section; getting hit by lunatic ideas for the spread on train-rides, auto-rides or even
walks to Nescafe; taking time out to enjoy '7th Semester' while carting a camera around and
classifying everything by its Mag-worthiness.... some of the best things that have ever
happened to me were rung in by this year, and this edition of Hybrid Hues is one of them - truly
'A Whole New World'!!
I now leave you to look through the magazine ( a little pointer here to two sections we have - 'To
Whom It May Concern' and 'f.y.i.') - and I hope you have good fun reading it, just as I had
making it!!
- K.P.
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LET MY BRAIN
REMOVE THE PAIN…..
a seven-point oath for medical professionals given by former
President A.P.J. Abdul Kalam.
1. I realize that as a medical professional I am in
God's mission.
2. I will always give part of my time for treating
patients who cannot afford.
3. As a doctor, I will never introduce the
diagnostic pain* to my patients and I will recommend conduct of
minimum need-based medical tests.
4. I will treat at least 20 rural patients a year at minimum cost by
going to rural areas.
5. I will encourage the development of quality indigenous
equipment and consumables by making use of them in all our
diagnosis and treatment assuring the reliability of the products.
6. If I get into research in medical science, I will work in directed
research for developing vaccine for malaria and HIV and finding
a permanent cure for Type 1 and Type 2 Diabetes.
7. I will follow the motto 'Let my brain remove the pain of the
suffering humanity and bring smiles'.
* 'diagnostic pain' refers to the pain inflicted upon poor patients by medical
professionals by asking them to undergo unnecessary diagnostic
procedures which were a heavy financial burden for them and as
such brought immense pain to them and their families.
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IN CONVERSATION –
DR DIVYA SESHADRI
Dr Divya Seshadri - known as much for her
talents as for her temperament, as much for her
academic prowess as for her extra-curricular
pursuits…Cracking the PG entrance examination
is some style, she gave all of us a reason to celebrate
by being the first AIIMS topper in enough number
of years for us to ask the question - 'Has anyone
ever managed this before??' Top contender for the
title of the most easy-tempered person AIIMS has
ever seen walk through its gates, this interview
with Divya was an essential part of this magazine,
not just because it would be incomplete without it, but because it is always a pleasure talking to her!!
Kriti Puri (K P) : OK, this is quite some time after the exam, but still, congratulations!! Great
job - chha gaye totally!!!
Divya Seshadri (D S) : (laughing) Yes, thanks a lot!!
KP: So, let me take you back in time - how did you come to know about this cracker of a result?
And what was your first reaction?
DS: Well, actually, I didn't see the result myself, a classmate called me up to congratulate me.
And in fact, that is what made it all the more unbelievable. I was sure he was just pulling my
leg!! Later, I checked the result on the internet - and well, I still couldn't believe it!!
KP: A silly question - but did you expect such a result? Even a little bit? Maybe based on how
your exam went…
DS: Well, of course no one expects rank 1. I expected to be somewhere in the rank list, as my
exam had gone better this time than the November one. But that's it.
KP: While on the topic of this exam, I'm sure our readers would want to know the code to
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crack this 'PG' safe. They all know what books to

read - but what advice would you give based on
your experience??
DS: Well, the first thing when starting your

preparation is to roughly plan out the time you
have until the exam. Make sure you give some
time to all subjects. Don't get stuck reading one
subject and neglect another altogether. Also,
theory and MCQs should go hand in hand.
Always aim for the exam that's coming up, but
don't get disheartened if you don't crack it in the first go. Give yourself upto about one year
after internship; eventually everyone makes it. Take care to not burn yourself out, and
remember - never compare your questions with MLE questions!! It helps if you have friends
who are preparing for PG. Whenever things got too frustrating or the questions too out-of-
the-world, it helps to just sit together and laugh it all off. Another thing is to change the way
you study - AIIMS loves asking trivia of the sort that we would normally not find very
important perhaps. Studying around the question papers, especially recent ones pays off well
always. Towards the end, it is very very essential to revise your lists of facts or FAQs that you
have made during your study. This is just a brief gist. In the good old AIIMSonian funda
tradition, pick any senior who has cleared the PG for detailed advice.
KP: How useful are mock exams and study groups?
DS: Well, the mock exams help you fit your studies into a timetable, and give you short term
goals that are easier to work towards. Also they allow you to compare with your peers, but
one must always use such comparisons in a positive and constructive way. We had a little
group which used to meet in the S.U. room and discuss questions. This was something I found
very helpful and encouraging.
KP: And of course, house jobs - any one that you think is extra good or extra bad?
DS: Well, actually, no. Most house jobs work out the same in the end - if you have too much
free time you also end up wasting more of it! And a slightly packed house job might increase
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your time utilization efficiency!!
KP: Now let me take you back in time a few years. Why did you choose to write the Pre-Med
entrance exams?
DS: Well, there is actually a story behind that. I had wanted to be a vet for as long as I can
remember. After 12th standard the general consensus at home was - now that you've got into
medicine, become a doctor, you can always become a vet later on. And before I know it I'm
over six years deep into doctor-ing! But then I never had anything against medicine, so it has
worked out well for me.
KP: How was MBBS then? First year and no patients to see - was it as depressing for you as it is
for most?
DS: Oh absolutely. I went through First Prof in a rather disoriented manner, but then once the
clinical postings started, things started to make sense.
KP: Have there been times when you were frustrated with medicine?
DS: I had a very enriching experience during postings. From Internship onwards it's been an
added great feeling to be actually involved in patient care. At the same time one does get
disillusioned at times due to the sheer number of patients and when the focus is more on
'disposing off patients' rather than listening to them.
KP: You managed to keep up with many of your extra-curricular interests even during MBBS
without compromising on the quality of your academics…
DS: (grins) Well, that's why I was extremely happy that I was in AIIMS without attendance!!
Jokes apart, our MBBS course is such that we can pace it to suit us. That's how I could keep up
with writing, music and guitar. .
KP: The all-time essential question - PG vs MLE? How tough was the decision? Or was it not
even a question?
DS: Yes you are right. It was probably not even a question. At any rate, the question was more
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on the lines of India vs Out-of-India, and as far as I can remember the thought of going abroad
had never entered my head. I guess I had always sort of assumed that I would stay here, and
was keen to stay on in AIIMS as compared to anywhere else.
KP: After MBBS, a residency in Dermatology - how easy was the decision?
DS: (laughs) You know as well as I do!! It was crazy - so much choice, total confusion. And
then everyone has their idea of what is best for me - what I deserve, what deserves me…I
almost wished I hadn't topped!! But then, I always wanted to do something in which, at least
eventually, I could devote enough time to each patient. I just felt I could do a much better job if
I wasn't racing against the clock or feeling like a zombie all the time!! Plus of course, there's the
whole balance in life aspect. So I decided that I would pursue an end branch. And Derma
deals with such a lot of our basic problems that it seemed a good choice.
KP: And six months down the line, how is it?? Future plans?
DS: I am quite liking it. It is too early to talk about further specialization, but I think I would
like to stay in medical dermatology, and not venture much into the cosmetic part of it.
KP: A funny sort of question - apart from the sheer exhilaration of getting Rank 1, did this
result have any quirky significance for you?
DS: Oh yes, there was the overwhelming relief at never having to write a PG entrance exam
again. That recurrent nightmare about wicked alphabets and misplaced hall tickets just
stopped, magically. And strangely, there was also the feeling of - Oh no! I'm going to be a poor,
overworked, sleep-deprived jack-of-all-trades… i.e a JR…!
KP: Well, thank you very much Divya, you're hard-pressed for time as it is. We wish you all
the best for your career, and as always, it was really really nice to talk to you!!
DS: I'm really honoured. Hybrid Hues will always have a special corner in my heart. And I
must say, never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd be on the other side of an interview in
HH! You are doing a terrific job, and all the very best to you too!!
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IN CONVERSATION – It's a whole new world !!
DR SANDEEP AGGARWAL
Dr Sandeep Aggarwal, Associate Professor, Department of Surgical
Disciplines, AIIMS, an AIIMS graduate (the batch of 1985) and post-
graduate, and today one of the most popular albeit strict teachers in the
institute. Every 6th and 8th sem-er knows about those legendary lectures that
have to be attended at all costs, Tuesdays in Surgery OPD postings are days
when you must shed sloth and make it to college….a chat with Sir himself…
Kriti (KP): Good evening Sir. First of all, thank you for sparing time for
this interview!! So, doctor - how did this professional choice come about?
Dr Sandeep Aggarwal (SA): Well, as a kid, I had always been fascinated by doctors.
Whenever I needed to go see a doctor, I was always struck by the honour of the profession,
and all the science involved - I remember I always went 'Oh wow!' Plus, my family
somehow had every profession well represented, except medicine. So I decided to go for it.
KP: And then MBBS in AIIMS - it was a big moment, no doubt….
SA: Oh yes - and totally unexpected!! In fact, there is an interesting twist of fate in this story
here. I remember, those were the days of Sikh terrorism, so my parents were not too keen to
have me travel out to the centre for an exam they felt wasn't going to have much of a result
for me…So as on the morning of the exam, I was in two minds, whether to appear or not.
On a whim, I boarded a DTC bus - and that is one decision in life I always thank providence
for!!
KP: So do we, Sir!! Anyways, for someone as keen about medicine as you, how was MBBS?
SA: Well, first year was traumatic!! I think all the kids who write the pre-med exams are
under some kind of impression that they will launch right into the scenario of making
diagnoses and advising drugs, and I was no exception. But then, dead corpses and endless
experiments - I didn't feel too good about it!! Felt sort of trapped, in fact. But as the degree
progressed, it soon started to blossom into the dream I had entered these gates with!!
KP: What sort of student were you, Sir?
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SA: Well, I was very sincere and quiet in class, not the mischievous kinds at all. In fact, and I
swear it is true, I don't think I ever cheated in any exam except the 4th mid-semester
Forensic exam - that year Holi celebrations had been particularly crazy, so hadn't been able
to study at all…But outside the classroom, it was all fun and normal college life!!
KP: What is the one part of your MBBS that you wish you could live over again?
SA: Oh without doubt, the 7th semester village posting!! It was awesome in all respects -
away from the city, good food, good weather, place to play and have fun, meaningful
patient service - everything one could ask for!! I know everyone will kill me for saying this,
but I wish that part of our curriculum had been longer!!
KP: Apart from academics, what were your hobbies?
SA: Well, I was always an outdoors-person,

and was very passionate about sports. So,
basketball and swimming are what I spent
maximum time on. In fact, I remember this
really funny incident from my 3rd semester
Pulse, when I was the Basketball Secy. For some
reason we had very few entries, so my Sports
Secy told me to go college to college all over
Delhi, trying to coax teams into playing, luring
them with offers of prize money - that was a
hilarious pursuit!! Also, I carried on playing the guitar from my schooldays, although that
became a little less.
KP: You mentioned Pulse, how was it during those days?
SA: Well, it was big for us, though not as big and commercial as it has become these days.
The money involved was much much less, and the politics surrounding it was also OK. Of
course, I guess one thing that never changes is the incidence of fights between AIIMS and
other colleges, and then also amongst AIIMS…Especially on the event nights like the rock
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show and all those…But fortunately (and I guess to the disappointment of some!), the
Pulse organized by our batch didn't see these annual fights. I guess it was because all of us
were like-minded people, so it all went off smoothly.
KP: Coming back to academics, at what point of time did you zero in on Surgery as your
field of specialization? And what helped you make this decision?
SA: Well, I think it was at some time during internship. Even during my MBBS, I had been
kind of keen on surgery. You know, when you see big tumours being taken out, and you see
the patient getting better - I was kind of fascinated. Plus, the work culture, where we are all
together all the time, and the patient is getting such around-the-clock care, pre-op, post-
op…it was really nice. Then the final nail came during internship when Dr Chumber, who
was the SR that time, made me do an appendix surgery. That totally swung it to Surgery's
side! I did consider Neurosurgery also, but then somehow the patient never seemed to get
alright! So Surgery it was…
KP: Then the decision to stay in India or ply your trade abroad…what factors do we have to
thank for your staying back?
SA: Well, I was always very attached to my family, and never really thought of staying
abroad. Though I did go to USA twice for fellowships. But if I think back, I distinctly
remember my 6th and 8th semester, and those mind-blowing evening SR classes - and I
remember thinking that some day I was going to take those classes!!
KP: Teaching…that is something you are much known for. Who were some of the teachers
who inspired you, and what do you think makes a good lecture?
SA: Well, we had a lot of awe-inspiring teachers - some that I remember off the top of my
head are Dr Bal and Dr Mishra in Surgery, Dr Malviya in Medicine…I really quite enjoy
teaching, and I have seen it works out best if the student is taught what is actually done
around here. The practical approach, although clichéd, is indeed the most effective. For
example, there are ten thousand tests for varicose veins, but all you need to know is the one
test that we do and that gets us the diagnosis…And I totally encourage students to come to
the O.T. or the O.P.D. and learn on the table, this is their institute, we will aid them in every
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way possible!!
KP: In general, Sir, then - and now…what changes, welcome and unwelcome, do you
notice?
SA: Well, for one the hostels aren't as green and pleasant as they were in our times - now
hostels are just this huge crowd of people, that's it. Job-wise, complexity has multiplied, the
number of major cases per day has increased almost 3-4 times. As far as the students are
concerned, well - maybe, it is just the generation gap, but I think there has been some
disillusionment. Maybe because of the greater hype and rewards surrounding other jobs
which need lesser input. But there are very few students now who have that passion to
become a doctor that our generation had. And the perennial scramble for shortcuts…
KP: Sir, has there ever been any times when you have felt some frustration against the
system - that you could've worked better but were unable to because of logistics or
administration?
SA: Well, and I am being honest here, such moments have luckily been very, very few.
Sometimes, yes, I've lost my cool, have been upset regarding some administrative lacunae
or lack of computerization or some organizational flaw - but most of the times, the
perspective of the set-up and resources we are working with and the services we are
attempting to provide has stayed with me. We are doing a good job here, given our
constraints - especially the multiple levels of care, the JR, the SR, the consultant - we just
need to keep it up!
KP: At the end, Sir, a message for the students…
SA: Well, I would like to keep it simple and ask everyone to follow their heart and spirit -
unless they are truly motivated about whatever they are doing, it is very difficult to excel.
Hard-work and sincerity, of course, never go out of fashion…and calculating returns all
the time is usually not the best way to go about it. All the best to everyone!!
KP: Thank you very much, Sir. You've spared some time for this interview, and left us with
very useful words to live by…
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IN CONVERSATION -
DR. CYRUS M. SHROFF
Dr Cyrus M Shroff (Director, shroff Eye Centre)- one of the

brightest stars to have emerged from the AIIMS galaxy, a name
synonymous with the very best in eye care. Graduating from
AIIMS as the Best Graduate in the year 1979, Dr Shroff went on to
become one of the first and the best in North India in vitreo-retinal
surgery and care, and was felicitated several times for his
outstanding contribution to this field. A tete-a-tete with Sir
himself….
Kriti Puri (KP) : Sir, how was AIIMS back in those days? Are
there any differences that you have noticed in AIIMS today
that you wish to comment on?
Dr C M Shroff (CMS) : I thoroughly enjoyed the years I spent at AIIMS - starting in 1974,
and up to 1982 when I completed my M.D. in ophthalmology from R.P. Centre. We
worked hard, played hard and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. Because of the small
numbers of undergrads we all knew one another and were one big family though often
quite a boisterous one with many members having strong idiosyncrasies!
The relationship with the faculty was always intense - sometimes cordial, sometimes
confrontational but there was mutual respect and issues were ultimately sorted out
without rancour.
Outstation trips - especially the one to the AIIMS Guest House at Summer Hill in Shimla -
were great fun and so were the inter-medical festivals, which apparently continue with
gusto to this day.
KP : Sir, how soon into your under graduation did you decide the specialization you
would pursue after MBBS? And that you would stay back and work in India, and not go
abroad like a high number of AIIMS graduates?
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CMS : I was never particularly interested in going abroad but I did not decide about my
specialization till after Internship. General Medicine and Psychiatry interested me a great
deal but I ultimately decided on ophthalmology - a decision I have not regretted. Once I
did ophthalmology, I was very clear I wanted to sub-specialize in retinal diseases and
surgery and have enjoyed pursuing that for over 25 years.
KP : Sir, you are running a very successful establishment, SHROFF EYE CENTRE at Delhi,
what would you credit it to? What would you advise the current generation of doctors-in-
the-making?
CMS :
- Hard Work
- Honesty
- Commitment and compassion towards patients. Always keeping uppermost in

your mind how your advice is going to help the patient.
- Keeping yourself updated
- Commitment to quality in all aspects of patient care.
- Being good to your colleagues, juniors and staff.
- Great support from one's family.
KP : Sir, could you tell us more about recent acquisitions at your establishment?
CMS : In order to provide our patients at Shroff Eye Centre with the best possible
treatment for eye disorders we have been regularly equipping our centre with state-of-
the-art diagnostic and therapeutic modalities. One of our latest acquisitions is the
Femtosecond IntraLase laser for performing the 100% blade-free, all-laser technique of
laser vision correction (I-LASIK) for the removal of glasses and contact lenses. This is a
highly improved technology for providing better mechanical strength of the cornea after
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LASIK. The femtosecond laser also

serves its role in advanced corneal
grafting and keratoconus surgical
procedures.
Another new therapeutic device

which has catapulted into
prominence is the procedure called
Corneal Collagen Cross-linking with
Riboflavin (C3R) for strengthening
the corneal tissues in diseases such as
keratoconus and post-LASIK ectasia of the cornea. This brings about significant vision
improvement in patients who only had semi-soft contact lenses or corneal grafting as an
only treatment option.
In cataract surgery, we now possess the newer technologies of torsional and elliptical
phacoemulsification for performing microincisional cataract surgery safely even in
difficult cases such as brown cataracts which are often seen in Indian eyes.
In the field of vitreo-retinal surgery, we have now introduced 23-gauge micro-incision

vitrectomy. This allows the vitreoretinal surgeon to reduce the size of the incisions to a
fraction of what was possible with standard vitrectomy and in this way provide more
rapid postoperative rehabilitation and a reduced risk of complications and greater
postoperative comfort. As a result, patients require less topical medication after surgery
and therefore have less risk of steroid-induced ocular hypertension.
KP : Sir, your establishment is one of the biggest names in eye care. Where do you look to
go from here?
CMS : Noshir and I have had the good fortune of inheriting a great tradition in eye-care
from our grandfather Dr. S.P. Shroff and father Dr. Minoo Shroff. We have tried to build
on their legacy by adhering to their principles and the above mentioned good practices.
Dr. Noshir's son, Daraius has completed his Retina Fellowship at Sankara Nethralaya,
Chennai and will soon be joining the organization - the fourth generation. We are also
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approaching 100 years in eye care in Delhi - starting 1914.
Very soon we plan to start an eye centre with all diagnostic and some surgical facilities at
Bestech Chambers, Sushant Lok, Gurgaon.
KP : It has been a long and fruitful journey for you, Sir. What keeps you motivated?
CMS : Well, the feeling of being able to help a large number of patients and the love one
gets from them is motivation enough. Also, I have a group of great colleagues and staff
who work with the same common philosophy, and it is a pleasure sharing the workspace
with them. As we teach our students and fellows, we learn more everyday, and this
growth gives me the encouragement to continue.
KP : Sir, You and Dr. Noshir M. Shroff had been honorary ophthalmic surgeons to
President of India. You have also received international awards. How does this eminence
and recognition feel?
CMS : Yes, we were awarded the prestigious "Rhett Buckler Award" at the Tenth Annual
ASRS (American Society of Retina Specialists) Film Festival held at Hawaii, U.S.A. in
October 2008 for the video entitled "Surgical Management of Submacular Cysticercus
Cyst". The video depicted PFCL aided atraumatic removal of a live mobile cysticercus
cyst. Awards and recognition give us a sense of privilege, like,
when eminent people repose faith in us for treatment - and we
try to do our best for them, as for every patient. It gives us
encouragement that somewhere we are doing things right,
and that we should carry on.
KP : Thank you very much, Sir, for your time, and for the
advice you have given us. It was indeed very inspiring talking
to you!!
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i am a lovely line
forced to bend
i am a story sublime
without an end
i am a crooked crow
with a broken wing
i am a sad song
no one cared to sing
i'm just a bunch of nothings
looking for something
in a world that seems
so full of everything
Piyush Kumar Sharma

1st Semester
MBBS
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TO WHOM IT
MAY CONCERN… ...
…OK, tell us now, seriously, WHO????
People, places, incidents – each one of us has at least one of these

we could write an ode in honour of, dedicate a treat to, cite specially
in any book we write…
This is a set of such attempts to preserve for posterity some such

moments of the writers' lives…enjoy them (for their sheer
incredulousness), appreciate them (if only for the fact that they
inspired someone enough to put pen to
paper), remember them (for Goddess
Gossip, she did give these her
blessings)…
Cheers!!
p.s. Narcissist it may seem, but this

section starts and ends with a poetry by
yours truly, poetry possibly very few will
understand – one hopes it finds its
meaning where it was intended…
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W N WITH
O
LOVE!!!
D
The softest eyes, hazel, with their halo of kohl,

The finest eyebrows, set off by that delicate perk,
The slightest dainty twitch of that perfect mouth,
To unbottle a stream of honey, to reveal a set of pearls.
She wakes me from this happy stupor with a shake and a smile,
I pinch myself, my outstanding luck is still very hard to believe,
The world's most beautiful woman, God's favourite I'm sure,
And she is right here, 'impressed' by me, with me – and my life does so seem a dream…
Hark! Remember Cyrus, warns my heart, thinking sensible history,

'First love' it was, and that theory does gnaw me to tremendous pain,
Hesitant glances, mushy texts, adjusted collars, shared meals, long drives,
OK, I admit - they had their moments in the sun – but then, it did eventually begin to rain…
Hang on, hold strong, my irrepressible spirit extols,

Poetic texts and common meals, you've definitely had many more of those…
Remember Ujjwal, nudges my scientific mind, thinking back,

The best of friends, an impression infinitely hard to match,
Read together, walked along, chatted and messaged, sang a song,
Those eyes, that twitch – they had once bewitched a very different man.
The past is the past, encourages my spirit, entirely unperturbed, quite undaunted
That smile, those words of praise – you are surely the sole recipient of the ones that
really counted!!!
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And pay heed to Ratan, my alert ears sense significant echoes,

No smoke without fire, am I missing something here?
Times have moved on, the buzz is too strong,
But hey, we went out just yesterday –
wasn't that seen or heard by anyone anywhere?
Waste no worry on Chinese whispers,

commands my spirit without a flinch,
You have the faith, you have the belief,
you have it in the bag, without a cinch!!
And as I gazed unblinking at that heavenly angelic face,

Glorious auburn hair cascading gently down her graceful neck,
I am convinced that I have it right, that the question is now due,
The day is today, the moment is now, this very instant's occasion is the best!!
The words leave my mouth before I can begin to poetically paraphrase,

Caution thrown to the wind, reality checks delegated to the fold of a lesser race….
Well done indeed, a truly great addition to the annals of this lore
My spirit has a stitch in its side, this was one monumental moment for sure…
I am clueless about the source of this mirth,

I surely cracked no jokes right now,
As she looked up at me,
Smiled,
And then began to talk….
As the future revealed itself –
another heart, another warning
'Remember Dinkar…'…and how….
Kriti Puri
7th Semester
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THERE'S N UI TE LIKE YOU!

OBODY Q
In times of joy and in times of grief,
Moments of stress as well as relief,
It was you we turned to, every time.
It was you who'd make it, just in time.
While catching up with a dear old friend,

Just chatting away for hours on end,
You added the flavouring and spice,
That made those moments oh so nice!
On gloomy holidays with no one in sight,

On crazy workdays where nothing went right,
At any odd time of the night or day,
I knew you were just a mere call away.
Now the winds of change have got to you,

You're not so prompt and goof up too,
And you've grown haughty and pricey,
But I still love you……… Slice of Italy!
DIVYA SESHADRI
JR, Deptt. of
Dermatology &
Venereology
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The Road To Neelong…

(purely a work of fiction, devoted to Ruskin Bond and Jim Corbett, who have written so
wonderfully of the Indian mountainside)
No! No, this is no mystery story as the title might suggest .I

guess a photo might do as well as a description and
perhaps better.. but it will be without the flavour of
feelings.
Well, on the way to Gangotri, there is this stoppage

Bhaironghatti.. There is a sort of T- point there. One road
goes to Neelong and the other to Gangotri…
I had gone there with my parents and my younger sister.

We had stopped at Bhairon ghatti on our way to Gangotri
and decided to take a walk along the road to Neelong.
I don't know what height it is, but it is enough to render one breathless. The wind that
blows is so strong that you actually struggle against it to stay put..
And then there are all those rocks. Rocks of different colours.. yellow, orange, gray, brown
, green, pale blue…all sorts.
And then when you look into the valley, it just takes your breath away. It's the gorge … the
young Ganga, rushing away like a naughty child from her parents, deep in the mountains.
Wants to see the world. She has no business staying shut up like that in those forgotten
mountains. One narrow river flanked by two vertical rocky walls. All white…milk white (or
at least it looked that from the distance).
And then the road itself. It winds around a mountain curve and disappears... It gives one a
strange feeling… That of excessive thrill… Then sudden euphoria…Mixed with fear…
Then contentment with the world … Then a feeling of sadness. Perhaps it's not just the
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scene that is responsible for such a mess of feelings….It must have something to do with
the hypoxia as well.
Neelong is a place very near the China border. It is said that workers actually got blown off
the mountain side by the wind while building the road. Of course there weren`t many
people to tell us the story, just the Biharis and a few army men. The road is used mainly by
the army. The civilians I guess are either not allowed, or perhaps simply don't go. But I
prefer the former explanation because Indians are so brimming with curiosity and,
considering the population of India, you will find people anywhere it is habitable.
It was here that my sister thought of letting go of her cap. And all those who have been
trekking at high altitude would agree with me that a cap is a highly indispensable part of
your attire. With only a thin atmosphere as the barrier, the cruel UV rays can actually burn
away your skin, so that you have to face the horrified expressions of your friends when
you get home. The strong wind had blown it off her small head, and now it resided below
the road, hooked on the branches of a deodar. Oh! It had to be got back somehow…. I had
been working so hard for this trip to Gaumukh… all those hours of jogging in the hot sultry
nights… evenings I spent swimming. And we simply could not do without the cap…. the
sun would burn her young skin… it had to be recovered.
'You are always putting me in trouble, hell!! Could you not have held it when the strong
gust came… idiot! An absolute idiot!'
And so I went on. Being young and the strongest, it naturally became my responsibility to
recover the cap.
Fortunately or rather unfortunately I spotted a path. A path which went very close to this
particular tree. Standing on the edge of the path it would be quite possible to reach the
cap. And it seemed quite safe, so I decided to venture forth and get the damned cap.
Slowly and carefully, with encouragement from my sister and parents, I began climbing
down. The path was rather slippery because of the spray from the river. It led to a flat area
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by the river, where a number of goats were grazing. The branch came very close to the
path, but I had to crouch down and stretch my arms to reach the cap.
And I slipped…
Well, it was not that slippery, but I was neither a sure footed goat nor a skilled hills-man to
be able to negotiate the treacherous mountain side. With the cap safely in my hand, I slid
down the mountainside and landed right in front of a goat eagerly tucking in. She gave
frightful bleat, and backed off slightly. I gathered myself, my jeans all mucky, and started
backing away.
Then I found I could not move. This goat was holding one end of the cap in her mouth and
pulling at it! Hell, she would ruin it! All this for a torn cap which would not be of any use.
Damn! Hell! Woe betide her! My shouts and her bleats had attracted the attention of her
kin, and now I was faced with a crowd of some 5 goats ready to maul me. My entreaties for
help finally brought out a response. The shepherd came out from as-if nowhere, and
pulled me out of the mess, ripping the precious cap into two. As I was thanking him for
having rescued me, I realized that he reckoned he had just rescued his dear goats from me.
After getting badly scolded by the shepherd for trying to steal his goats and getting a terse
warning, I climbed back up the dangerous path. And my parents, although pleased that I
had not broken anything, were not too pleased to see the condition of my jeans - and of
the poor cap. And my poor little sister was sorely disappointed.
'Bhaiya, you could not do this one little thing for your younger sister? What do I tie that
rakhi on your wrist every year for?'
'For the money I give you… you sharp girl!' Come on, surely, I deserved better than that for
this act of gallantry…
Shubhangi
7th Semester
MBBS
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MOVING ON
The rolling wheel of my life seems to have
rolled on too fast, and before I could realize,
the formative years, the carefree days were
over… It all came back this time when my
brother came down to India for his vacation...
It was that time of the year again… it seemed

to have become a routine but still I was as
excited as I would be every time it
happened… every 6 months that is… so
there he was again… a tall frame above the sea of heads… I saw him and waved… a
bright smile is what greeted me and my family… we all would be there every time he
came.. mum, dad, me and few close relatives… the wait always seemed endless… but I
would so enjoy the look on my mum's face as she would search for my brother's familiar
face in the milling crowd of people at the airport…and the relief she would get on
spotting him that she would even forget to wave at times…
Its been two years since my brother has been shuttling up and down… now he's joining
work there… who knows when would he be back this time… deep down I know he can't
take it beyond six months.. the place is great but nothing like home..
Well, I was telling about this time round when he came… I got time off from college and
spent lots of time with him… after a long long time the four of us were together like
that…. it was so evident that it could well be one of the lasts… we took lots of photos
together… soon before we know it our family will expand and spread too… the unit of
'us' four will be just a memory- a fine one at that…
Then I realized its true.. I am 24 and my brother 25… we have come quite far from
the time we waited hanging around in our house balcony waiting for mum to get
back from work… from the time we would just hate sharing things… from the time I
would end up doing most of his homework…from the time the cleanliness freak that I
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am, I would clean his side of the cupboard too…from the time we would not stop
fighting over what now seem as such trivial things… from the time I would bully his
friends who would mess with him.. from the time we played darts with sketch-pens..
from the time I cried on my first day at our new school around 15 years back and he
comforted me though he was in midst of tears himself, its been a while but it seems
like yesterday… I don't feel like I have come this far… but then every time its time for
my brother to start packing off back to the land of opportunities I realize we have
come far.. left those little things behind for us to cherish… now all I need to do is ask
him for practically anything and my brother will be there with it… even I have
changed…I cared earlier too but now its different.. he means so much more to me
than he ever did…
I am not a very expressive person… neither is my brother.. who would believe we used
to be shy to actually wish each other happy birthday!!!! I never told him I care as his
little sister, neither did he ever… but we do now… it feels good that we do… it feels like
we have grown up…
All these thoughts ran in my mind as I dropped him back at the airport yesterday… he
went back… among all the hugs and hint of tears in our eyes, we bid goodbye… I hate
this time… I feel like he is leaving my parents all to myself, I feel so incompetent when
he tells me not to ever fight with mom and take good care of mom and dad… I know he
will come again.. but its weird every time he goes.. seeing my mom straining her eyes to
look into the glass door in the airport check in area…her gaze following my brother till
she can no longer see him as he gets inside the boarding area.. the silent drive back
home.… catching my parents cry silently over little things like a son touching his
mother's feet in a hindi movie they saw…
Its funny but the feeling is the same however routine all this has become…next thing I
know I am calculating what time its in Seattle right now and clicking Google Talk on my
computer.. Maybe I will catch my brother on the World Wide Web…
Anubha Rathi
Intern
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ONE FINE DAY
The smiles had as if never been there

The wall between us seemed to have always been.
Seemed like strangers meeting from alien lands

The wordless void – never before, yet seemed to have always been.
Conversations, disagreeable, inconclusive – but endless, no matter
The unfamiliar terse taciturn tempered you seemed to have always been.
Spontaneity, with no trace of diplomacy or disclaimers, had been the norm
All that – eyes meeting, then departing without greeting – seemed to have
always been.
You were the last person, and time was the last thing
I ever expected to run out of
The unknown unmistakable air of 'time-table'
about you – seemed to have always been.
Nothing spoken, nothing heard; no culpable crime

Yet here I was, watching the present wipe clean the
past – which seemed to have always been.
I woke up a different girl; you woke up a different man

And it seems that's the way it has always been.
Kriti Puri
7th Semester
MBBS
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Lizard Lounge !!
No, I am not talking about the famous Lizard Lounge in South Ex, the
coupons of which are so much sought after during PULSE. Really, I
would not care for such a place. The fact that they allow only couples
to visit is the biggest barrier. This is about our place in the village.
Mind you, I am not calling anybody names… So please, folks… No
'chugalis'.
“EEEEEEKS!!”
A shout which shook the entire hostel of CRHSP, Ballabgarh. The
five of us ran frantically up the narrow, fragile, partly broken
staircase of the hostel and into the room.
There they were, the two of them staring eye to eye , neither moving a muscle- Sonali with pure
horror etched in every line of her innocent face and horror of all those posted in the village…. A giant
green-brown reptile…sticking to the wall…
“Ah…ha…..ha…..ha!!!” we all broke out all around the two of them. Startled by our outburst , the
lizard made a frantic move to hide in some dark nook of the wall, forgetting her tail behind which was
successful in issuing another shout, this time matching in frequency to the ear piercing whistle of 'Jan
Shatabdi' that so often carried me home , from the terrified Sonali. And joining her this time was the
pretty and demure mamma's girl Rekha who leapt back in horror shouting “Mummy!!”
“Shipra… Hell!! Close that Almirah door…. The damned thing will get in and shit all over the place!!
Oh close that door…”
My God!! Were we going to spend our village days cursing and swearing like that?... All because of
that hazel eyed devil.. Man!! Damn it!!
It was a fine cool Monday morning. The wintry chill wasn't quite there yet, though it threatened to
show itself any day. We had boarded the bus at 7:45am and by 8:50am were at the 'village' (by which
everywhere, I mean the CRHSP complex) gates. Bitter-sweet news awaited us at our apartment.
“EEKS!!”
A shout resounded from somewhere upstairs…. God!! How much that reminded me of my beloved
train. Again, we rushed upstairs and were greeted by Sonali's horrified face a hand at her mouth and
another one supporting her against the door.
“What's up now?” bewildered we asked her. And then we saw it. There, she was lying supine, against
her physiological position of pronation. The signs of life had not yet been erased, when the sweeper
came and swept her away. Finally the “Lounge” was all our own. No more did we share it with the
lizard. However to credit her short stay with us we named the apartment “Lizard Lounge”.
Shubhangi
7th Semester
MBBS
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A Two-Point Monologue
I talk of…
The great magnitude, unfettered as it were,
The winding lanes, the haunted treads,
The greens, so rare, spilling over such, even rarer,
And what do you talk of?

How Nadia is God's gift to men!!
I talk of…
The evening chill, winter's cheeky comeback promo,
The dew, the damp, courtesy all the open and void,
The misty yellow lights, abuzz, aglow,

A wisecrack on umbrellas as the answer to the choreography famine,
And still, how Nadia is God's gift to men!!
I talk of…
Some relations, of blood, of distance, of word,
Some tumult, some glitch, some final happy end,
Some envy, some let-down, some revisit plan despite the grudge,

Pity and scorn for the curse of our generation,
The tales of education, coexistence and cinema – yes, of the legends,
And how, therefore, hereby, Nadia is God's gift to men!!
I talk of…
Heady crowds, tunnels never more windy,
Arbitrary rambles, destination uncharted, undefined,
Open questions, relieved of their usual prejudice, opinions free,

The straight and the narrow, and living all beyond,
The linguistic errors, the false security, the cereal and the noise,
Of obvious multiple pretexts, of un-understood abbreviated texts,
And how, all said and done, Nadia is God's gift to men!!
Kriti Puri
7th Semester, MBBS
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Who Said ...
Yes ma'am you
are right, I gained nothing from the posting,
can I go now ? –
- a much-harassed 2 -proffer, in no mood for the 'Situational
nd
Comedy' often played by the faculty, trying the final avenue

available to us to escape from vivae back to books, and,
in his case, trans-continental tours.
This is called
buttering…plus it is cold, so it is going to stick
and last longer!!!
- A sensorineurally altered young 'un, affected not just by
chemicals but also by cold, and also, we hazard a guess, by
the trunk-call status of the conversation he was
having!!
Carpel carpel
carpel carpel carpel carpel carpel carpel
carpel carpel…
- a sharp-shooting first-semmer, who evidently holds the
principle 'nothing is obvious' very close to his heart,
leaving no doubts to the faculty regarding the topic of
the question
It's just a chair

yaar!!
– a US-bound senior, releasing this high-security
level information at one of the screenings of the P-wave,
for the benefit of the P-wave protagonists who tended to gaze
at it like it was a mound of gold, as well as for the
perplexed public, who were convinced that there was
something about the chair they could not see
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Main kisi ka
ehsaan nahen lena chahti …
- a patient of the multiple personality disorder, in a
clarification issued in public interest at CRHSP Ballabhgarh,
when in discussion with two patients of Infantile
Syndrome
Tum aise log

ho?? Jo normally rehna chahte ho??
- Stereotypical Infantile Syndrome, this statement,
issued in CRHSP Ballabgrah, makes one scratch one's head in
sheer amazement – I mean, was this actually a question?? Which
was supposed to have any logical answer other than
'hullo!!YES!'
I
know what SORRY means to you, it means
#$*@ *&%!!
- A teacher who knows students way too well-nonetheless, this
statement left the student who heard it first-hand highly
mortified and almost in tears.
Ab dekho,
height difference ke kaaran kitni problem ho
rahi hai…par koi baat nahen, ADJUST to karna hi padega…
- a very sincere and dedicated 3rd sem-er, following the
trend of the season and ADJUST-ing to life as it came at him,
even though he had just had his 'brilliant' ideas to solve
this common P-Wave choreography problem mercilessly
shot down…
...to Whom ?
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1 SEMESTER
Standing behind L-R : Anuj A, Nidheesh Chandran , Abhinav Tiwari , Ajoe John Kattoor ,Sanwarmal Khokar , Kiratpreet Singh
Dhillon, Hari Prasad Dhimal, Bhuvan, Kailash Chandra Dabi, Sahil Kumar, Sumit Gupta
Standing in front L-R : Abhineet K P, Harshit Garg, Anurag Mehta, Asjad Mahmood, Akshansh Verma, Himanshu Kanwat, Tejas
Suri, Rahul R, Shubham Ahuja, Piyush Kumar Sharma, Vipul Jindal, Abhishek Singh, Juwan, Jigmay
Tenzing, Shaurya Darbari, Abhishek Jaiswal, Barun Bagga
Sitting : Siju G Chacko, John George, Antony GFT, Ambily Jose, Varsha Mathews, Neethu M, Sarita Kumari,
Alkananda Behra, Vishakha Singh, Monica Khunger, Neha Sachdeva, Komal Parmar, Abhishek Agnhotri,
Abhishek Saini, Ankit Kumar Meena
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rd
3 SEMESTER
Standing Behind L-R : Ahmed Nawid Latifi, Avin Goel, Nishant Gurnani, Abdul Hameed Rahimi, Savinay Kapur, Ahmed Rashed
Faizi, Prince Kumar Gupta, Cijin P Jose
Front L-R : Naveen T Premnath, Shweta Shubhadarshini, Sunita Suman, Pakhi Goyal, Manpreet Uppal, Gayatri Singh,
Sanjana Khanna, Aastha Gupta, Richie Dalai
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th
5 SEMESTER
Standing(L-R): Lakhan Kashyap,Amit Singla,Naveen Aggarwal,Arshdeep,Thejus T Jayakrishnan,Rahul Kansal,Vijay
Mariadas Antony,Jitendra Kumar Meena, Raghunandan P, Saurabh Sharma, Ashutosh Aggarwal,
Saumya Chopra, Sushil Kumar Garg, Prashant Gupta, Prashant Singh, Aishwarya Bridgette George,
Ankita Chakravarty, Deepika Nagar, Sridevi Nair, Snighda Jain, Elizabeth George
Sitting(L-R): Rajinder Kumar Meena, Lokesh Kumar Yadav, Sankalp Dudeja, Mohit Bhutani, Deepak Ghimiray,
Shashank Ojha, Rohan Khera, Monica Priyadarshini, Ankita Pal
Sitting right in front (L-R): Nitin Dhochak, Akhil Parashar

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th
7 SEMESTER
Standing L-R : Mayank Singhal, Aditya Prakash Sharma, Aditya Dahiya, Aatish Garg, Shubangi, Abanti Das, HansRaj Singh, Anil
Kumar Kothiwala
Sitting L-R : Kriti Puri, Alisha Gupta, Aditi Mahajan, Riti Bhatia, Swati Sirohiwal, Manpreet Kaur, Isha Wadhawan, Deepika
Gupta
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th
9 SEMESTER
Standing Behind L-R : Gursukhmandeep Singh Sidhu, Shrey Modi, Harkirat Singh, Saahil Goyal, Saurabh Singhal,
Bhuvnesh Aggarwal
Front L-R : Sweta Kochhar, Kanika Tyagi, Gurpriya Kaur, Ajisha Arvindam, Prachi Jain, Shena Aggarwal, Amarjot,
Pankaj Verma
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INTERNS
L-R : Rohit Garg, Monika Meena, Anubha Rathi, Deepa Omprakash, Pallavi Mishra, Ambarish Pandey
It's a Child's World!!
You know, I think I was always this really mad person. Everyone knows that the
contemporary KP is nuttier than absolute nuts – but what if I told you that Itoday am a
marked improvement on Ikid?
And yes, I do have a story to corroborate my claim.
It was the summer of 1992, I think. Kindergarten, Carmel Convent School, Chandigarh.
It was a hundred meters straight and a turn from my bus-stop to my house, and I was all
a-jump, a-bounce, a-skip and a-frisk as I made my way down it, our family helper
carrying my school bag. Nothing special about that day – I was just one of those
perpetually skippy bouncy kids, who are always in their own world, and simply thrilled to
be there.
Now, let me explain the situation a bit. Our house, like all other houses has a gate. The
gate has two 'wings' (I guess you could call them that, I can think of no better word
right now), that latch together in the middle. And there is a wall on the side of each wing
– so it can swing a max of 90° open inwards (and a 90° open outwards too).
And the gate was (and still is) about as high as I was at that time.
I hope you get the picture.
So there I was, all spring and jump – and I guess this kind of enthusiasm is infectious.
Our helper unlatched the gate; I pushed hard at one of the 'wings' – and they swung
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open in grand style.
Struck the wall.
BOUNCED. FRISKED.
And then – just as grandly – swung back.
WHACK.
Now a disclaimer – this is what I have deduced would have happened. From our helper's
statement and some basic physics.
All I really really remember is the gate swinging open. And then our helper yelling for
help. And then my father running out of the house barefoot, yelling even louder.
And then myself being instructed to not touch my forehead. And then my wound
being washed and dressed.
While all this time, I was absolutely clueless as to what exactly the whole fuss over
my forehead was about.
And then Papa told me to change into a dress because we had to go to a hospital.
Pay heed, this is the second-most-bonkers part of my tale.
Regardless of the fact that I had a gaping wound on my forehead, that needed
6stitches later – what to say of regard, I had no knowledge of its existence – the
uppermost thought in my mind as I gleefully pulled on my favourite white frock, with
coloured balloons on its frills, was – 'Mama would kill me if she saw me wear this fancy
frock to PGI – thank God she's not home!'
Wait. Don't react in exasperation just yet.
For the most-bonkers bit is yet to come.
I somehow contrived to tie the belt behind my back, and then stood on the bed to be
able to appreciate myself full length in the mirror. And the first notion to hit me as I
saw my face, framed by shoulder length hair, with a white bandage circling my head at
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forehead level, myself clad in a white dress??
'Wow! I look like an angel!'
Ref: Bandage = halo.
That is how crazy I used to be.
Never quite in the 'world' frame of reference. Always thinking, imagining,

extrapolating – to say it in style, 'a born thinker'.
And to be more precise – 'supremely silly, to the extremes of being a safety hazard'.
Of course, I survived that wound with just a midline scar abutting my hairline - which I
continue to cite, till date, as my identification mark in all ID documents.
And I also managed to survive twenty round trips around the Sun.
Despite the perpetual absence of my mind.
God's too kind?
I'm living on a freaky hourglass with the last bits of sand aberrantly stuck in the narrow
bit, waiting to empty any moment?
The world needs one of each type?
Whatever. I don't know.
p.s. This was not written with any amount of regret or shame regarding such amazing
points-of-view as possess all (atleast I would like to believe) children. Maybe it is just a
bit of self-defence, that perhaps the reason I'm such a renowned nut is that I am still a
kid.
- Kriti Puri
7th Semester, MBBS
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DELIVERY DIARIES….
Those warm spring afternoons which melt into those excessively pleasant flower
adorned evenings. Ah what a waste!! We spent such long afternoons in the labour
room where the clamour of ladies in labour was enough to give an experienced
resident a migraine attack, longing to go out into the spring sunshine.
Our goal was just one - to watch a newborn progress through the birth canal into
the oh-so harsh world. But the ladies gave us a tough time. One week into the
posting, hours and hours stretching into eternity of wait in that labour room till
the hunger cramps forced us out of the department to our hostels at dinner time,
those mocking smiles of the sisters in the labour room when they said “Woh to kal
rat me hi deliver ho gaya.. apke jane ke 15 minute baad…”, and still we had not been
able to witness the divine process of birth. Perhaps spring babies had a knack of
coming in the night… Look at me … born in early spring.. 12:07 am…. What a time I
must have given to the poor medical students waiting to see my mother delivering
me. Perhaps I was being punished for my crimes.. Well that became clear after this
incident.
There was this lady

Subhadra…. Multigravida but
nulliparus.. Three fingers
when we first reached her, in
labour.. Shouting the hell out
of herself. We decided to
watch her deliver. We sat
down in the labour room at
3:00 pm by the labour room
clock , fully dressed to rush
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into the delivery room as soon as they shifted her. Minutes ticked by, then hours
and by the time it was
7:30 pm - we were sitting there our stomachs rumbling, heads bursting and eyes
watering…
As we gave each other desperate looks a sweet, benign-looking sister came up to us

and said… “Go, get something to eat. She is not going to deliver immediately.” So we
went… to the central cafeteria… and got ourselves 'kachauris'…. Anticipating aloo
filled papri dipped in chutney and dahi, we were rudely brought back to earth when
those flimsy things were placed in front of us.
7:45 pm - we had finished our lousy meal and were heading back to the labour room.
7:50 pm - A wave of panic surged through all of us… she was not there!! She was not
on her bed!! She was not in the labour room!!!
We ran to the changing room.. Put on the pink gowns..And ran to the delivery room..
there she was...plus a ventouse…and luckily for us, still plus the baby she was due to
mother!!! And there was Dr Anand asking her to “Push karo, rani… push karo… zor
lagao…” There was blood all over and then the faeces… umm sometimes you feel so
bad for the lady and for yourself … it was one of those moments… The fetal heart
was dropping… 84..83…82… Sir was panicking… we were already in the state of
distress…
And then… she stopped in her efforts… she would not push ..
Dr Anand - “To MAT OT, quick we have to shift her!!!”
From somewhere in that stifling smelly room came a frightened shout.. “Its full….
Ectopic pregnancy..”
“To Main OT then – hurry!!!”.. .
And we ran.. no we were not expected to do anything … we ran so we would not miss a
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moment of the procedure… oh!! that was not what we had come to see ..but… we
waited so long… so long…for this..
10 mins later we were there in the Main OT 12.. 3 very foolish, helpless green-
clothed figures. Not knowing what to do…
Well, the main OTs are not made to handle caesareans. There was no radiant
warmer for the pediatrician… no equipment for the anesthetist…no instruments
for the obstetrician although they were all there ready, scrubbed and all.. The
reason.. NO SISTERS….
Then and there we realized our unimportance.. of course we were nothing….

nothing at all …. And we were not even expected to be…. We felt silly and useless
and a load upon these three individuals trying to save the lady and her baby. but we
were not going to move… We had waited too long.. …
Dr Anand was totally freaked out.. Shouting for the sisters.. threatening to call
the Dean, the Director and all those for the irresponsibility the sisters were
showing. Then the divine creatures showed up and the caesarean section was
conducted… the baby came out alive and healthy - all pink..
Time 9:07 PM
6 hrs on those freaky kachauris….
A spring baby after all…
And we went back… we had not learnt anything related the OBS & GYNAE as a
subject except that perhaps obstetricians were one of the bravest people ever
born.
Shubhangi
7th Semester
MBBS
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First Professional exams– a major milestone. For the uninitiated like me, it is a big jolt as
you are shoved into a big bad world. A flash, and whoosh, there goes the tag of a facchi,
taking with it, the free treats and the right to be unaware the happenings in our little
village, our peaceful and languid existence suddenly overburdened with the weight of
our future, our CVs and KVPY. Add to that miserably lackluster Pulse 2008, a hefty
Robbins and the innumerable uses and adverse effects…….. We needed a break!!!
Manali….our sojourn. Of course there were some optimists among us who expected
the trip to conjure up something special (read: true love), but for most of us realists….it
started with crossed fingers.
THE BEGINNING
Never before have I spent so much time admiring the electric bill board and population
meter in front of AIIMS as we did that day, stranded in between the traffic and the
Metro construction site…..finally, 4 hours behind schedule, our trip started. Those who
managed to sleep despite the rickety bus were stirred up by the would-be Rahmans
and Mangeshkars. But an extra long ride did take its toll and showed us a range of
sleeping postures (some scandalizing while others truly legendary contortionist stuff).
THE ARRIVAL
Tempers went sky high and a few egos were shattered as the “very important” decision
of hotels was made, proving the true worth of our “organizers” as future politicians.
Their political genius was further showcased by the important debate on adequacy vs
basic optimum level that continued for half an hour, before one of us uninitiated
highlighted that both were the same.
RAFTS, DRUGS, SPRINGS, WET SHIRTS……….
Watching your life float on a rubber raft that is controlled by untrained life guards, (
and occasionally Rrjun and Bajia ), with just a foot of choppy water separating you
from a rocky end is surely a heady experience. Of course the fact that one of the rafts
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burst in the middle of the river just added to the adventure. Heaving a sigh of relief at
having made it to the end without drenching our only pair of clothes, we came face to
face with the flirtatious life guards (yeah, the same untrained college dudes) who
believed that the main purpose of the oars is to drench unsuspecting rafters.
And thus, was ensured an afternoon, spent in the warm sun, trying to dry ourselves.
Our fellow guys decided that the best way to dry their clothes was to take off
everything and roam around in teeny-weeny pink towels, forgetting in the process that
given limp muscles and pot bellies and un-waxed chests, none of them was John
Abraham yet…This 'treat' was made much worse by the dhobi ghat feel as the dear
boys decided to wring their clothes dry. Our dear topper failed in her attempt to pull off
a towel or two…whether we missed the fun or a ghastlier sight will (thankfully?)
always remain a mystery!!
Through all this and the drug haven of Manali we passed on the 2nd day, ending up at
Manikaran, for a much needed round of langar to fill our bellies and a dip in the holy
waters to “wash away our sins”…okay, the bathroom did not have water and a natural
geyser is welcome in the cold.
…….AND DAARU
Any AIIMS event is incomplete without a daaru party! So we had one of our own. A
wide range of daaru ranging from vodka to rum was tried. Watching from a distance,
we sure enjoyed the scene
? an 18 year old turn 2 (complete with the thumb in mouth),

? one puking where he slept,
? another decided to sleep it through
? while the CR contented himself with the bathroom, puking continuously
for 2 hours
(where was Guinness??).
? The rest bored us with their wonderful fattas…….
? ……..while our very own macho matron tried to keep tabs on every little
kiddie
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under his charge. One is yet to figure out just how throwing up over yourself is
translated into 'fun' – as of now, it seems just another lesson that overindulgence can
be unpleasant!!
ROHTANG, PARAGLIDING, TREKKING, PARALLEL PEAKS…….
The 3rd day took the cake……paragliding, a lot of ice and skiing. Many scores were
settled on the ice, as snowballs flew in full force…..all through this Miss Hotbod
wasted her time dressing up as a gaon ki cchori, and mine, forcing to take her picture
from every silly angle and every expression....well..no further comments.
Of course, talking of tradition, we did try to form AIIMS by lying down in the ice, but
the born organizers that we all are, it took around an hour of arranging and settling
before we succeeded, AIIMS with an ill – formed S.……AND LOSTY
But the icing on the (chocolate truffle) cake was our very own boss…Mr. Hero believes
cars and knowledgeable drivers are a waste of resources….and decided to find his own
path to Rohtang. Well, rest is history…..hero found himself on a parallel peak, clad in a
single jacket (it was hot where he set off from) and no way to cross the glacier (actually
Rani NAALA) that separates him from his destination. Up, down thrice, and 3 hours
later our shivering hero was rescued from the face of death by the angelic stray dog
LOSTY….who kept hero warm with his hugs, licks and feeling around at all the right
places….thus was made our very own survivor tale.
IN THE END, REALISATION…..
When you have no expectations from something, it turns out to be better than
expected. And this was the case with the Manali trip. The fun quotient was definitely
on a high while gossips faltered. For a few days, we all forgot our differences (of
opinions and otherwise) to revert to our childhood and enjoy the simple pleasures of
life. A break was what we needed and a break is what we got, from the village, the stress
and adulthood.
In fact the trip was an eye – opener. Here are some of the pearls of wisdom we
unearthed in Manali :
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? Some people can not be trusted, even as your classmates

? Few have a natural talent of ruining their trips, lamenting what was not
? Others can be a lot of fun though you don't expect it out of them…
? There is always scope for making new relations and breaking old ones,
but…
? …Making couples is not the only way to have fun…sorry Goddess
Gossip!!
? Even the tiniest issue can be discussed threadbare when you come to it,
and it can be a lot of fun…
……..AND A FEW KUDOS
? To the CR, and boss…for organizing the trip
? To our dear boss (read Chahal) again, for the hotel choice, the parallel
pahari and Losty
? To dumb charades with a difference and the people who invented it
? To the bhai-behen….and the behena's pink jacket that dear bhaiyya
flaunted…may
their love last long
? To levodopa and Mr. K…still our greatest source of entertainment after a
year and half
? To Shahi, the macho handyman, who was the source of all domperidone,
much
needed advice on packing, and matronly love when the guys needed it
? And to our class, for being the best and for the fun we had
Thus ended the Manali trip, some say it is our last trip as a class…our fingers are
crossed. Let's see if it works again!
- Manpreet Uppal
3rd Semster
MBBS
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An Exercise in It's a whole new world !!
Resourcefulness
Remember that lecture that never ends?
You've memorized the rotation rhythm of every fan,

You've managed to conjure up a maze from the smudges on every wall,
There is nothing you do not know about the intriguing switchboard of the lecture
theatre,
You've also completed the classification of the array of spectacles in this blessed
hall…
You've tapped out every possible song with your

much-chewed nails on the table,
You've done the same with your upper eye-lids on
the ones below,
Tick off bursting saliva bubbles below your tongue
(much to Riti's annoyance),
You've also attempted making music with your
atavistic ear lobe…
Your games list has been long exhausted (including hide-n-seek and tag),
You've rung everyone's mobile having set disturbing ring tones,
Having texted every single 'Contact' (including that stuck up jerk who never replies),
You've also dismantled and put together – well, tried to, unsuccessfully ofcourse –
your cell phone…
You've critically appraised every single eyebrow in view,

You've managed to count (to the last decimal) the number of weaves on the
professor's shawl,
Having written up a thesis on the dressing Gaussian curve of this cursed sample
(without any consent of any sort),
You've also gone ahead and acted Superman (IF you are the sorts) on one and all…
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You've thought up scripts of a dozen Razzy-winning movies,

You've chewed enough pens to generate a factory of plastics,
Planned your life, with a double-hundred expectancy, a zillion times over,
You've scrawled your name in styles hitherto unknown to accomplished calligraphic
artists…
The laryngeal muscles overtake the masseters in matters of persistence and

strength,
Units ditch you bad, as time acquires entirely new dimensions,
Amidst ear-cracking background din, sleep evades you, philosophy haunts you,
As you take your last breaths, ready to sacrifice yourself for a deed quite worthy of
beatification…
To discover even the minutest mention
Of anything having any association, bearing any connotation
To the final full-stop in this devilish creation
This emphatic relentless vocalization, of an evidently infinite educational

composition…
This lecture that never ends…

This lecture that never ends…
That lecture that seemed would never end but, by

the grace of all the Gods there be in the universe,
did end finally…..
Kriti Puri
7th Semester, MBBS
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DILLI KI SADKE!!
They say what's important in life is not the goal but the journey,
not the destination but the path to it. As a child, I too completely
agreed with this saying, but in a different context. Whenever our
family would plan a Delhi trip (which was quite frequent), I would
specifically ask whether we would go by train or by car. As, in the
latter case, I would have the chance to cajole my parents to stop
at McDonald's outlet at Mathura ( at that time Agra did not have
its own McDonald's).
I have been living in Delhi for the past one year and during this
time I must have made around 50 trips to Agra and back. I have still not explored the whole of
Delhi but I know every route to the Nizammudin station. For this I am grateful to the public
transport system in Delhi. I don't know why but each time an auto rikshawallah takes me by a
different course.
But this one time when I was returning from Agra, one chilly night of November, the train was
quite late and arrived at the station just about oan hour before midnight. As I was making my way
through the crowd to reach the pre-paid taxi booth, someone called out my name. I turned to see
one of my mother's friend's son, Mudit. He is around my age and was studying BBA near AIIMS.
After a formal "hi-hello" he asked me if he could drop me (he had a scooter). Usually when I come
to Delhi my mother would give me some frozen subzi, dal etc. for my grandmother who lived alone
in Delhi. That night too, I was the tiffin-boy, so I thought it would be too inconvenient to carry
two airbags and one small suitcase on one scooter. But despite my assurances that I would
survive the auto ride, he was adamant on dropping me, so I went along with him.
I usually take an auto at the Nizammudin side of the railway station, but his scooter was at Sarai
Kale Khan side, that would take an extra 15 minutes to reach AIIMS. But I did not mind that as I
had more important matters right now, namely trying to keep my luggage in my control. Somehow
we managed one airbag, and the suitcase Mudit somehow managed to hold between his legs while
the airbag that contained the frozen food I tilted it and lodged it between the two of us - and
off we went for our journey.
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Since it was almost 11.30pm by then, we had to face some tough traffic at the Ring Road and
Noida toll road junction. For the first time in Delhi, I had seen so many trucks carrying things
only heaven knew the nature of. But in that winter night, the exhaust fumes seemed to condense
more in my nose ,and I was continuously sneezing and coughing while trying to hold the heavy bag.
If this was not enough, I noticed that we were the only ones on a scooter and the rest were all
either trucks or cars. In Delhi, if you are the lone representative of a particular vehicle, you are
pushed out of the way, unless you are fast enough to get out of the way yourself. So Mudit was
just changing lanes as on the left were cars and on the right were trucks. If you stay in any lane
for too long the vehicle at the back would come too close to your scooter, and would compare his
horn with a supersonic plane. But hey - Mudit was smart. He guided his Activa through the space
between the two lanes. But still, that was too late and I had developed a serious allergy to
exhaust fumes. But still I was relieved to find the empty road ahead. As we crossed the Ashram
crossing, we were the only ones on the road. The streetlights were casting a golden hue on the
road and it was quite interesting to see our shadows blacken the road. Mudit increased the speed
as we were already late. I started whistling a tune, but just then Mudit rode through a big speed
breaker. The Activa almost flew in air, and I seriously do not know how we landed safely. Mudit
was now riding quite fast, I told him to slow down but we were on the downhill bit of the
Moolchand flyover and I could see a lot of bumps ahead. Just then came a bump; I jumped from
my seat, as I had nothing to hold on except the bag which also jumped with me. For the next few
minutes I was completely jumping in air, it was truly a novel experience and I think even Akshay
Kumar would think twice before performing that stunt.
Finally we reached AIIMS gate. I thanked him (for still bringing me in one piece) and asked him
that we should go sometime for Delhi darshan (in an Auto). I finally sighed in relief. Just then
mummy called me to inquire whether I had reached safely (well, what to say).She asked me that
I would not have tilted the food bag had I? Because it contained some juice also which on thawing
may leak… I looked at my new jeans to see the stains of orange juice and yellow dal and I smelled
like a kitchen. How fortunate for me!!
Nishant Gurnani
3rd Semester
MBBS
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THE VOICE OF CONSCIENCE

My experience at Mother Teresa's Orphanage
The bus stopped at the blue gates and we were all hauled off, one at a time. I was
possibly the only one miserably low on enthusiasm. After a good lunch of far too
much paneer, I wanted nothing more than to lie back and practice some Egyptian P.T.
Of course, being a Wednesday (on SUPW day), it was not to happen, and hence here
I stood, a stuffed, sleepy grumpy turkey! As the gates creaked open a crowd of
children swarmed
around me. Well actually, they swarmed around all of us, but the others' didn't seem
to mind, so I can safely exclude them from all my references.
'Didi didi, chalo khelen!!' Their voices, chiming in unison, could not have been more
irritating to my ears. Were they out of their minds? Play? In this scorching heat AND
after that lunch?
Our escort stood within earshot, so I was forced to smile and accede to their
preposterous request. I picked up a little girl and ran around with her fast, hoping
she would never approach me again. In the meantime, another group had begun to
play the Indian version of 'Farmer in the Den' and guess who was the cheese?? ME!!
I was shaken to see dozens of tiny sun burnt feet pounding towards me. The little
devils were pretending to eat me as I crouched in a disgusted, defensive posture,
like a sacrificial lamb. That's it, I thought, they'd just eat me!!
I had made up my mind – I was never coming here again. I had a life of my own,
much more important things to do, like….well, even if I didn't have anything else
scheduled that afternoon, catching up on some sleep, or even doing nothing would
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be a better and more fruitful way to spend time than this – this screechy irritating
trip…
I spent the rest of my afternoon sulking in a corner, snarling at the same little sprite
that didn't seem to realize my foul mood. She giggled and ran around, making me
feel like Scrooge; only it wasn't Christmas.
Finally, after much waiting, our time was up, and I jumped up and began to walk
towards the gate. I turned around to see this dreary place for one more time,
determined that this would be the last. Just then my hyperactive little 'friend', the
little girl in a pink frock that was too short and too 'patch-ed up' to be worn by
anyone anymore, came up to me and held my hand. Her eyes were gleaming with
an expression of utter contentment, as though she had got something she had
always longed for. She beamed, showing off the gap between her milk teeth. 'Aap
agli baar dobara aaoge na, didi?' She squeezed my hand tight, and her eyes sparkled
even more.
I found myself, next week, voluntarily and gladly, standing in front of those same
blue gates…
- Gayatri Singh
3rd Semester, MBBS
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Shimla Diaries
Every faccha's fantasy - the trip to the Hill's Queen, Shimla. It becomes one of the most
awaited events of their lives…from when they gain their entry into the Aiimsonians'
brackets…as soon as they receive their first SU letter.
After the hectic and 'interactive' month, then eventful PULSE and thereafter
depressing mid semester exams; the idea of going out on a trip and that too to such a
beautiful place is very refreshing in itself. But oh my God, it was October and Shimla
would be cold. And this implied enormous amounts of luggage. So with our heavily packed
bags we started off our journey on 15th October, 4:30 AM after a treat at NESCAFE as
it was Monica's Birthday. The day long journey was long, and nice, and quiet, and quite
uneventful apart from the fact that we achieved our arrival at Summer Hill through the
agency of four buses and a train.
* On our way to Solan, we had a long singing spell when we sang everything and anything that
we knew. Traditional patriotic songs, school
prayers, bhajans and even the Hanuman Challisa.
The fellow passengers were highly impressed and
fellow collegemates, highly irritated. Fortunately,
all this music finally ended at Solan, and in our next
bus we silently reached the guest house at HPU
Summer Hill. That night we were welcomed by cool
air, serene surroundings, lovely landscape - and a
disgusting dinner.
* We started off our Shimla walks, with our first

milestone being the Mall Road. We went there hunting for food and this become our
routine. Strolling and mall-ing around. Up and down.
Round and round. Through the Ridge, Gaiety
Theatre, Christ Church, Cart Road, Scandal Point &
Lakkar Bazaar. In the evening, we decided to go for a
jungle walk. During the night, the folks warned us of
some cheetah threat (though there are no cheetah
in India!) Though we didn't encounter any leopards
that day or for that matter not even on any other
day but Piyush did create a bit of excitement by
shouting on that dark road, and it did frighten us all
for a moment.
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* After a chilly night at the hill station (mind you, the place was really cold, people slept with
their sweaters and shoes on), on our second morning, we went to the Hanuman Temple on
the top of Jakhu Hills. Not only Rome but Shimla is also known as the city of seven hills!
The city, as established by the British, had the residencies around seven hills - Prospect,
Summer Hill, Observatory, Mt. Pleasant, Batony, Jakhu & Elysium.
The uphill walk to the temple was very exhausting but passing through those mossed
dwellings and encountering the Sheesh Mahal of Patiala's royal family is worth
mentioning. Thankfully, at the temple, there was just a single monkey episode as they
chewed up Rahul R's spectacles and left him blinded. Later, we spent our day on the Ridge,
playing Cacophonics around Smt. Indira Gandhi's statue. That was also the day of our
interaction with other tourists. We were talking to
every foreigner that we could spot, we were asking
the way to Summer Hill in Lakkar Bazar, and
polishing our skills in guiding and misguiding people.
* Next day we had an interesting excursion to Kufri

and Chail. At Kufri, we visited the Zoo. The
Himalayan fauna was at its best. But I think the
animals must have been astonished to see this face
of civilised society. The more interesting part of the
day was our visit to the Chail Palace. The place was
really elegant, and as far as history is concerned, beauty lies in the eyes of beholder. We
were supremely irritated to see the undue restrictions and heavy prices imposed by the
authorities. So we tried to extract out practically everything from the money we spent.
At the lunch table, we ordered even the trivial things like onions and took utmost care to
not to leave win a single piece of pickle or a single cube of misri or the last grain of saunf.
Clinical, wasn't it??
This day was really eventful. In the evening we planned to go to the Ritz Disco. The disco
was hosting a wedding that day. We did dance but
with the Baraat (Begani Shadi Mein Abdullah
Diwana!!) We got a lot of appreciation and applause
but, sadly, no invitation for dinner.
We then decided to go for a move in the adjoining

theatre, and once inside the hall, it was
AIIMSONIANS all the way as we were watching
the so-called blockbuster KARZZZZ.
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True to its name, it really did make us go ZZZZ....
* On our fourth day of the trip, we went to the Chadwick Falls. This was truly a relaxing
experience. We had a lot of fun and "maaro" sessions all the way. Kamna Devi Temple and
the area surrounding it was very scenic. At the Sunset Point, it was really a treat to watch
the sky in its crimson hues.
On our way back we had a very filmy experience. We got a lift on a truck's carrier, and
that too filled up with hay!! And in this Jaane Tu........ style we came till Summer Hills,
singing Nazrein Milana, Nazrein Churana...... delightful memories indeed!!
* The fifth day witnessed our visit to the hot springs of Tatta Paani. It was an interesting
day altogether. The girls went out for rafting. In all, it was a 6 km long stretch. While the
girls splashed their way through the waves, the guys enjoyed dips into the river Satluj.
* We decided to end our trip on a royal note by visiting the esteemed Viceroyal Lodge, now
called the Indian Institute of Advanced Studies. The vast palace made us feel and
experience the might of the times of the Raj. The huge halls, British antiques, documents,
partition table - everything had a sense of 'class'. Of course we were all brought right
back to the present, as we played our ancient childhood games like chain-chain, maran
pitti, and Tippi Tippi Tap Tap at the Oak Over Gardens – making all of us feel like reliving
those innocent days!!
The six days we spent at Shimla were really worth a life time. The Mall Road…Barista
(owing to its abundant of 'beauty' for the AIIMSonian beholders!!)…the utter chaos at
the underground restaurant 'Goofa'…The Shimla trip lived up to its name and
fame…giving us a bouquet full of memories to be cherished in the times ahead. Whether it
was rafting at Tatta Paani, or dozing off during the movie - every single second was full of
fun and friendship. From a spectrum of different colours, we created the perfect white
light, radiant all the way. Truly, the Shimla diaries are one of the most colourful pages of
our biographies. All done in sparkles and glossy shades. A perfect hybrid of vibrant hues!!!
-Komal Parmar
1st Semester
MBBS
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GAP-SHAP…
This one's especially for the old-timers.
(Who are probably going to murder me for conferring this title on them…!)
In life, they say, the only thing that's constant is change. Give a little bit of
thought to the
changes that have happened in the AIIMS that was, a few years ago and you
find that it
does hit you in the face. Not quite constituting a generation gap; but, gaps
these certainly are.
Here are some of the more striking ones –
Consider the gaps between Generation
The C.C days
? gap????
and
the Nescafe days.
The “auntys” shouting out one's name when the hostel phone rang
?
and
the latest hit ringtone blaring from a funky mobile with camera and
whatnot…
A good old handwritten notice put up by some C.R about a rescheduled
?
class
and
the cool printout of an orkut scrap regarding Infest!
The days when P.R was a beloved extension of the hostel messes
?
and
the days when one hardly ever finds an AIIMSonian there…
The era marked by the annual drama of cooler-installation and hosepipe
?
hunting
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and
the era of A.C points in everyone's room…
The age of long queues and socializing at the C.Fac.
?
and
the age of calling your neighbor for dinner over Yahoo Messenger!
Clumsy attempts at drawing pathology gross specimens
?
and
organized collections of digital photographs blue-toothed onto a laptop!
The utter chaos of reels, negatives and how-many-prints-for-who lasting
?
for months after the Shimla trip
and
cam-corded versions of the trip – all ready to be viewed the minute the
batch returns to AIIMS…
The times of stability in administrative posts
? Kya time aa
and gaya hai yaar….
the times of musical chairs in the registrar's office!
But then, there are things that just don't seem to change as well…
The construction and painting departments of AIIMS are as hyperactive
as ever
Pulse brings as much excitement as ever
Senior-junior funda transmission is as strong as ever
The “cheering” in the audi is as “encouraging” as ever…..
The spirit of AIIMSonian-ness is as strong as ever!
One of the so-called old timers ;
Divya Seshadri
JR, Deptt. of Dermatology
& Venreaology
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GROWING UP…
When you first saw the maturity in his stride.

When you first felt the decision in his baritone.
When you first heard the wisdom of his travails.

When you first accepted the merit of his argument.
When you first realized that the kid had grown up.
That your little brother wasn't quite so little any more.
That the boy had now become a man.

When did you realize that?
It wasn't that long ago…
…that I was chasing Vidur through the house, doors slamming, chairs tumbling, as our
3feet-nothing frames weaved through the standard hurdles like the legs of our huge
mahogany dinner table, the half-a-dozen foot stools, the swinging curtains, and of
course, grown-ups. Inevitably to result in a tiny hand caught mercilessly between
hinges, blood dripping from cracked nails even tinier - and a little boy, on the way to the
hospital, weeping for his disgraced elder sister, left behind at home, who should've
known better than to indulge in such dangerous pass-times.
…that I was mentally despising, loathing my mother for paying all her attention to that
pest of a thing called Vidur. Whom I was cursing for having even existed. Sullen-faced,
teary-eyed, as I tried to figure out the conspiracy that I was convinced my family,
mankind and even God, was hatching against me. With Vidur as the chief beneficiary
of all its proceedings.
…that I would beg for Vidur to be allowed to accompany us to wedding dinners - who
would then proceed to take charge of the campaign to gather maximum delicious
nutrition in the few minutes that our parents would stay on the site. Stalking waiters,
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tracking down the best bites on the platter, then playing a keen game, ensuring that
both Vidur and I, though still 'I and Vidur' to some extent, would be stuffed to the brim
in 10minutes flat.
…that Vidur and I fought like animals, me kicking him in the stomach, regardless of
the countless warnings I received from our parents concerning the peril of the
anatomical localization of such trauma. Only to find him unperturbed, and full of awe
at my mastery of so vicious an art.
…that our hitherto endless squabbles seemed to melt away into inconsequentiality. As
the Kriti-Vidur gang (the order of names purely chronological, and not at all
egotistical) became faster, meaner and discovered a bonding quite unmatched in its
emotion.
….that we indulged in those moments of

senseless infancy, both of us well advanced
beyond the age. Moments of such incredible
humor and ridicule, that could be unleashed
only by the two of us, by the two of us alone.
Moments when we forgot time and age, and
dived deep into those heady waters, those of
sibling-hood.
…and it definitely wasn't that long ago that I

moved out of the house, and Vidur moved
into his own.
As the cloak of oft-alarming innocence and

dependence was discarded.
As the garb of seemingly absolute lack of worldly wisdom was shed.
As the guise of one lost, needing guidance and support, vanished.
To reveal a personality that held none of its prior gullibility, and every ounce of its
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independence.
Opinions, decisions, debates, advice - one revelation after the other, as I reconciled to
the dispensability of my role as mentor and guide.
And then, slowly, realized the birth of another - this time, one for myself.
As I was comforted after a yelling match with our parents. As I was counseled before
approaching an important assignment. As I was detailed on the merits of Heads vs
Tails.
Its hard to say what exactly I felt. As I listened to Vidur over the telephone, marveling at
how grown-up he now was.
Possibly, it was pride. Immense. And love changed to utter devotion. A feeling of awe
began to build up inside.
And somewhere, I think, a sigh of relief. At the much awaited loss of the mantle of the
elder sister. And the equally awaited arrival of the unconditional guru.
Who amazingly, still has the patience to indulge his baby sister in those historic
moments of ever-innovative lunacy, to humor her with such comedy and smiles as
only he can.
When did YOU realize all this?
Now, I am 20, going on 21. My brother Anant Vidur Puri (AVP to all, as he and 'attitude'
fondly remind me) is 18.
And as I write this, in the final few minutes of my train journey home, I eagerly look
forward to meeting my elder brother.
And my darling baby brother too!!
Kriti Puri
7th Semester, MBBS
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High Flyer!!
When the Wright brothers first made
their solo flight they did not realize that
their dream of flying would become a
nightmare for some people. In order to
attract customers, the private airlines
companies soon come up with new
“reality” advertising. The indecisiveness
of the Jet airlines authorities led to
hundreds of passengers being delayed, In fact, people started betting
whether Raj Thackeray would be killing more “Machchars” in his
Maharashtra or Jet airlines will be handing over more pink tickets(read pink
slips) to its employees.
But this is not the only issue. With regard to the increasing fuel prices,
airline companies in order to pull in more customers have started the concept
of Light Air Carrier. With this, they have started charging every facility
they provide on flight. I happened to be a passenger on this flight, which
advertised Delhi to Hyderabad in Rs 100 only. Later, I got to know that Rs
100 was the processing fee of the ticket, for the ticket I had to shell out five
grand...
I took my seat by the window but, given the 'child' standard measurement of
the distance between my seat and the seat in front, my legs had a pretty bad
time that day. After take off, I tried to recline my seat but was unable to
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find any button for the same. Instead, I found a sticker with “Non recliner
seat” written on it. I consoled myself, thinking that a two-hour long flight
would be a manageable task. But, unfortunately, quite in vain. The
compounding factors of the absent leg space and a stiff chair made it all into
quite a punishment for me. Finally I figured that getting up from my seat was
the only way out. But the two times I stood up for even a couple of seconds,
the air hostess would come and ask me if I had any problem. In this context,
she gave me a 200ml water bottle for 25 rupees, which she should have given
free. It is only on a flight where you are charged extra for standing!!
Finally the plane landed, when I was already feeling nauseous and was about
to fill the airsickness bag. As the plane slowly ground to a halt, I prepared
myself for some more wallet-lightening – I was sure of an extra charge for an
uneventful landing. After all, it is luxury to be 'personally escorted' down on
Earth again, and not to be thrown out with a parachute.
But then, they will still have to come down for taking more passengers. But
who knows what new crazy ideas the airlines people will come up with for the
“convenience” of the passengers.
There is a dictum of airline industry - always try to remain high, whether the
plane or the profits.
Well, till then, Happy Landing!!!
Nishant Gurnani
3rd Semester
MBBS
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Hi people…I was asked to scribble something for the magazine and I also thought of
exploring my talent!! So here we are…
I caught hold of this great work of Shakespeare. Oh god…you are bored
already…No problem. So if it's not meant for you , you may flip over before I start
extrapolating 1st Century B.C to 21st century A.D.
Must tell you guys, I simply love this piece of literature. Read it in high school (read
class X) but as I have grown up, I have come to realize its importance in the present
era.
I assume that most of you haven't read it. So…
“Friends, Romans and countrymen, lend me your ears……”
…and now, proceeding with the introduction to some of the critical aspects of this
sublime tragedy.
The main characters of the play -CAESAR, ANTONY, BRUTUS, THE
CONSPIRATORS, THE ROMANS(enough for the abridged version).
Caesar, who has just won a battle over Pompey (his triumvirate partner) returns and
is about to be crowned as the emperor of Rome. On the festival of Lupercal(15th
Feb.), he is offered the crown by Antony (a senate member and a friend of his).He
refuses. Meanwhile other senators sensing that sooner or later he might accept it
and rise above them, plot against him and kill him on the “ides of march”(15th
March).Brutus is made the face of the traitors as he is the most honourable one and
loved by fellow countrymen. The conspirators believed that he would be able pacify
the Romans after the brutal murder.
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Brutus, you must know, was “Caesar's angel”. Brutus was the only one who had
participated in this crime, not out of envy but to prevent Rome from the shackles of
supposed slavery.
But as Fate would have it, Antony , with his historic and hypocritical speech, turns
around the state of affairs. He manipulates the Romans with nothing but words,
such that they drive the conspirators out of Rome. A battle is fought. Antony,
together with, Octavius Caesar (or Augustus as you popularly know him) kills
Brutus and party and rules over Rome.
Now to analyze …the scenario is
1. Caesar-a victorious powerful personality who is about to rule or let us say is about
to be vested with power enough to supersede all others. But he'll be good or bad, no
one knows.
2. Brutus-wishes good for Rome. But is easily misled and made to believe that
Caesar would be a tyrant and so he should be killed. Not able to justify the murder
of his best friend, is made to flee the country, by those very people, for whom he had
committed the deed in the first place (phew… sure he is an idiot). Pity… he dies.
3. Antony –a true friend, but ambitious and a great actor. Also an orator par
excellence, able to play with the Romans as mere puppets.
…”He ruffled up their spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Caesar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny”…
4. The Romans- a breed of fickle -minded morons. In other words, a mob.
5. The conspirators-the jealous, power -hungry people. In constant fear of Caesar
rising above them.
I felt bad for Caesar and more so for Brutus.
What if??
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…Brutus was not “the noble Brutus”…but was just the same as the other traitors…
No feelings for you, dear Brutus.
What if??
…Brutus were Antony or Antony were Brutus or they were on the same side….
They would have stirred Romans to the extent that Caesar's corpse would have been
shredded into pieces. Thank the good Lord, they were not!!!
Nevertheless it's always the Caesar who'll be stabbed.
“Here was a Caesar! When comes another…”
But to tell you the truth when I see around myself I realize there are ' N' number of
Caesar-s, Brutus-es, Antony-s, with Romans and the conspirators accompanying ...
I have myself seen many a Caesar being stabbed by Brutus-es all over the place. The
above mentioned 'what if' scenarios are applicable in 2008 A.D…..the 'not so noble
Brutus' case and the Brutus-Antony combo team situation.
Power games are played in every era. The lust for power generates greed, hatred,
betrayal and much more. Before you know it , Caesar-s and Brutus-es and Antony-s
sprout from amongst the commoners and it's ' Julius Caesar' , played all over again.
For once I wish...
What if??
….Caesar hath kept his Brutus-es away and the Antony-s near…
What if??
….Caesar for once, peacefully ruled over Rome??
And for that tale I'll be Shakespeare!!
Aditya Prakash Sharma
7th Semester
MBBS
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Searching My Soul
It was all to be happy; that I was 'pretending' to be happy…. Pretending to 'myself'…that
the way I was living was the way I wanted…I just assumed that it was the way I liked it to
be….
In the limelight where I could not even keep my eyes open as they closed to the shimmering
brightness around, I kept on thinking I was happy….
Sharing the spotlight were as I thought, my friends…people who said they envied my
'happiness'….people who I thought cared about me…people who I thought mattered to
me…. But all it required from me was to shut off those lights…and there in the dark when I
was, I couldn't even see my own shadow…. my essence, my identity that I lost to the
brightness….
Then I realized that while I was basking in that golden light, there was something I
overlooked because maybe it was not enough lighted up…or maybe it just preferred to
stay in the darkness…waiting…to be there with me when the spots shift…
Today as I sit back I realize so many times in my life over and over again, I have at some
point of time neglected and taken for granted what I have…or who I have…
Then I think what was I looking for every time I did that…. happiness?....for whom?… after
leaving behind something that actually would be happy for me?… for whose happiness I
would smile?…
But it hit me hard today, when I felt its void for the first time in so many years…it seemed to
have left me for somewhere better, somewhere it would be valued, somewhere no one
would turn away from it like I did… somewhere the other person would not love or hate it as
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per society's directions, but love it for true….
How did I forget the moments in my life when I felt fooled by this entire world…and sat
alone…figuring out why 'me'????....Then I would feel it come out of nowhere every
time…and just sit next to me… no questions asked, no answers expected…For it, I was
right…I was right because I was I…and it was me too…and nothing was more important… Its
presence was soothing…but I never acknowledged it… and would go on the next day again
to the wide wide world which absolutely didn't care; but still somehow mattered more to
me…
Why didn't it ever shake me and ask me to stop, stop for it and then walk with it…. But in
my race to nowhere, I was leaving it so behind that it was impossible for it to catch up… and
so today, it gave up… How could I let it go?…
I always thought I wanted to live my life without regrets… but its not going to be so
anymore… I want it to come back…or reverse the time so that I could make up with it… I wish
I could just listen to it once again… I realize how tough it is to actually 'be yourself' in this
world, and in the process, you end up losing 'it' like me- losing 'your identity', your 'soul'…I
wish I could go and tell the millions of people who like me are busy living someone else's
life, so much so that they have forgotten who they really are, to wake up before its too
late…
Its in me… Its my soul… my solitude…my identity….I will bring it back… but I would regret it all
my life that it took me to lose it once in this crowd, to start valuing it… as I get in search of
myself, my soul….
Anubha Rathi
Intern
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DREAMZ UNSCRAMBLED!!
364 days 11 hours 15 mins and 20 secs of devotion, the sleepless six months, the 1
billion GB of download, the 1001 calls on everybody's cell, the 1002 reasons for
coming late (or not coming, sometimes), the laryngospasms while trying out new
lifts, the exophthalmoses on the props section, the kilometers of cloth for costumes,
the bomb blasts in Delhi 234920 seconds before the show, the almost cancelled
Pulse'08 and 11:15 A.M. 16th Sept '08 ---- it could not have been better.
Kamli (a.k.a. Neha Kamble) had set a not-so-easily-achievable target for us last year
and we (our whole batch!!) without wasting even a millisecond started working on
it --- reading novels, watching movies, seeing dance shows, listening music from
whatever source we possibly could exploit. Such was the psyche that standing in
front of the examination hall (IInd prof) we actually would innovate ideas and
characters. And Abanti would say --- '' Baso karo plz!!'' (And lo!! she was the one
crying in the end --- “over?? Itni jaldi??) .
And then came the 6th semester. We were hypnotized ----- P-wave, P-wave, P-wave
and P-wave ----- the only word left in our vocabulary. It was time for getting outta
the dream scene and actually materializing our ideas.
REBECCA ---- perfect!! It could inculcate all our thoughts and characters into it!!
Day in and day out we would dream of REBECCA. It became a part of our lives.
Every possible way, every possible idea, every possible province which could make
it better and better was explored and included.
We now started convincing people for various dances. Though we managed to

catch up on almost all those whom we had decided but still had to replace some
because of their not-so-selfish reasons and so the treasure hunt of the fatchhas and
fatchhis started. (And mind you, finally we had the bestest crew ever!!). Probably the best
times of our journey started --- the practice sessions. Swati, Abanti and I would get ready
and rush to the rec room/Audi and while Swati struggled with the speakers and wires, I
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would start exhausting my phone bill and battery on the most efficient people of the
world. I still relish those 6 hours of practice and 12 hours of matching everybody's timings,
deciding, messaging and then changing and then calling and calling and calling and
screaming on the phone to come within milliseconds. After a couple of minutes (or
sometimes hours!) I could see them coming and my ears would grin on those genuinely
genuine reasons ----
“Yaar, I was sleeping, had a really bad headache and fever. I think I have flu.” (Which
meant – plz don't call me up tomorrow also!)
“I was in the lab yaar, how could I come? Sir was also there.”
“Sorry, I didn't come to know. My phone was on silent mode. “
“My parents had come so I couldn't receive your call. “
“Look Alisha, I have this really important party at my cousin's place. My parents won't
allow me to miss it.”
“My cousins are coming from abroad after 6 months so I have to go to the airport to
receive them. I think I won't be able to come.”
And finally having come for practice, we would see their immense devotion for making
their steps perfect and then their coming late would no longer remain an issue for us. It
was hilarious to see them making fun of each other, making fun of the steps and making
fun of us.
When everybody was gone, all the laughter sublimed and we again got down to the
serious work ---- completing the dances, making the sequences, the never ending list of
props (obviously cuz we knew Manpreet would handle them easily!!) and listening to the
steps and seeing the songs which Dipika had sorted out.(She was probably the busiest
person those days, hats off to her for the wonderful music!!). After this limitless utilization
of our sense organs, when we could no more scratch our heads, we would call it a day and
again descend into dreaming about our very own REBECCA!!
Everything going on fine. . Indigestible?? And so came a small stone in the middle of the
road!! Abanti had a ligament tear!! She was advised rest; she would now perform on the
final day only!! But it was Abanti and we knew that we needn't worry, she would manage.
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The Making...
The props team at work...

Catching up on sleep...
Ali, I beg forgiveness for

distracting your student...
Dancer, singer, seamstress
- sab kuch!!
Yes, amazingly, by the grace of God,

I managed to take this fotu, and still
live to tell the tale... In unison - is correct!!
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Finally...
D-Day...
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Another rock came downhill!! We had no narrator…and we looked up and “Thud!!” came
Komal into our world. Godsent she was, she learnt and acted out her role within 2 days.
13th sept. and a SPEED-BREAKER!!
“I don't wanna be like Cinderella, sitting in the dar ----…” Who stopped the music?? What
happened??
Bomb blasts in Delhi…WE WILL HAVE TO CANCEL PULSE...
What??
…………….Shocked we were and our eyeballs sprang out onto the floor.
We were dumb and wanted to be deaf also…an utter hash of emotions – sorrow for the
blast victims, but somewhere a part of each one of us wanted the show to go on…
But our lives again revived (after 3 hours of journey to a grave) that the show was indeed
ON.
Taking a sigh of relief out of our choked throats, we again geared up for practice.
Finally having gone through this roller coaster ride came the 'D' day, 16th sept'08 and all of
us were on our marks and ready to swing through THE ONE HOUR. I couldn't possibly
have put so much effort in life ever than in clicking that one button on the laptop to play
the music. The curtains started rising, so was our pulse……………………………
And it was over, finished forever. One of the greatest p – waves ever made (at least for us).
We gave it every mm3 of our hearts and minds.
ISHA the best heroine any p wave would ever have. Her utmost dedication and hard work
took our p wave miles ahead of what it would be without her.
ABANTI the best dancer in the world. Having a broken elbow and still managing three
dances was definitely not my cup of tea!!
I will never forget any of my crew members whose presence made this dream seen with
naked eyes, truly, a MASTERPIECE. Thank you for being there.
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TRAVEL
TRAIN-ING!!
I was all sweaty and hot and loaded with a heavy bag full of dirty clothes, old
containers, the divine book called the Harrison, a giant Harry Potter (yes, indeed sometimes
my sister does tease me about how my version of Harry's son (Harrison) is so much bigger
than his popular father) Somehow I managed to get my self to the prepaid auto counter.
“Bhaiyya Nai Dilli railway station jana ….”
“ Madam, Auto nahi hai” he cut me…
That was the first moment of panic for me. It was 2:30pm, the train was to leave at 3:00pm .
And AIIMS is really not that close to the station. However soon I spotted an auto. As I ran
awkwardly towards it, thanks to the load on my back a man , Bihari by his looks, had already
reached a settlement with the auto-walla and I just managed to get a glimpse of his family of
half a dozen, as they stuffed themselves into the auto and were soon gone. Truly losing my
head I just stood there in the middle of the road nearing a nervous collapse. I had spent long
hours in that long line to get this ticket. And now…….
My phone was ringing. It was my concerned mother “Beta, where are you? Hurry up or you
will miss the train and did you pack all the boxes? Do you need anything else from here, I am
going to market just now and you know it would be closed tomorrow”
“ Mamma”, I began, “We have a market here….Delhi is not that backward really…”
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However she continued - “ How is your room? Are the curtains still clean? Need new
sheets?…..Do you….”
…and I cut the phone. There was no use explaining to her that I was in graver crisis than old
sheets and dirty curtains could ever put me in. She would never understand. And then I saw it
….another auto… really empty. I could never be more grateful to you , oh God!! Without
much bargaining we agreed at a price, of course much closer to his bid than mine… after all I
was the maiden in distress…
And then finally I was there. Standing in the middle of an overcrowded hot platform, my face
covered with the dust and grime from Delhi's congested roads. The board said that my
precious train would be leaving in exactly 4 minutes and from platform 9, which meant that I
had just 4 minutes to cross the several bridges which lead to the platform 9 from platform 1
where I stood. So it was on time today… I had expected it to be late… Anyway I was quite in
time. So bending under my load, my neck stiff with the much needed determination I started
fighting the crowd to reach my destination… the train that would carry me home… to the
fields spreading far and wide unto the horizon all golden in the sunset, the red of the dusk
merging into the navy blue of the night; to my sister who awaited angrily and eagerly the
return of her beloved 'Harry Potter' much more than that of her forgetful sister; to my father
pressing me, pushing me but always only giving me his sincere advice, for the last decision
would always be my own, but always repeating his advice a million times so that it would be
hammered in my impenetrable skull like writing on the wall till the time finally came to take
that decision and I ended up deciding the way he had only 'advised' me to; to two days of
oblivion from the world as I tried to push reality out of my head and plunged myself into fairy
tales in the novels and on the TV.
Any way, at last I managed to reach the platform and surprisingly quickly for I still had a
minute to board the train… there was only one small problem ….. There was no train.
There were just these disappointing empty railway lines….. “Has the train left?” I asked in a
panicky voice to a bookseller….
“Haanji Madam chali gayee… bus abhi abhi”
Oh my God what was I going to do now? Carry this heavy load to the bus stand? In this heat
the bus would be the most hellish place to be in…. And this was a strange behavior on part of
the Indian trains… leaving a minute early when usually they are at least quarter of an hour
late…. Catching us poor people totally unawares… Or perhaps my own watch somewhat
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behind times. I was tired, the bag was so heavy, the sun so hot hitting my eyes with all the
fierceness, my legs were aching, my hair was all sweaty, the disappointment of not going
home and the pain of all the wasted effort still fresh and heavy in my heart, when, unbidden,
the tears came, at first welling up in my eyes and then overflowing and rolling down my hot
messy cheeks. My vision blurred as I stared at Hitler staring in another direction from his
'Mein Kampf' lying in the bookstall and to my horror I heard myself crying, short painful
gasps escaping my lips against my own will. And the people were staring. Really there were
simply too many people for a platform that had just been deserted by a train… or perhaps my
mind was magnifying everything due the distressed state it was in. Oh! Fate oh! Cruel fate!
And again my phone was ringing…
This time my father…. Probably to ask me what coach I was in. Oh hell!! my parents had a
knack of calling at the wrong time, always…!! I was in for a long lecture on careful planning
and doing things on time. As anger and fear flowed in the tears subsided….
And I took the call… “ Hello Papa I missed…” And my voice was drowned in the sharp
whistle of a train coming into the platform. 2057…Jan shatabdi Hold it…!! Had I not just
missed this very train?….. Was the heat playing tricks on my distressed mind?…. Then I
heard the bookseller telling a Sardarji… 'Haanji yahi hai…. Abhi jo gayee thi who Darbangha
– Dilli walli thi”…
Back on the phone- “ Yes, it has just come in… yes … C3 38 … that's my seat… yeah right…
will call you when we cross Panipat…, OK bye……” I finished telling my father….and my
heart lifted with joy….
It was 3:20 pm by the time the train started from the platform… As I sat comforted by the
music from the I- pod and that of the soft humming of the fans in the cool compartment,
staring outside at the shimmering afternoon I could not help laughing at my own foolish tears
and thanking God, against my own will that Indian trains were never on time… And soon, as
the train started to pull out of the platform, I found myself sinking into the much sought after
holiday oblivion and into the world of my own thoughts and fantasies.
Shubhangi
7th Semester
MBBS
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LOVE IN SEPARATION
Why is it so difficult to stare straight into the

eyes of the person you love more than yourself,
whose breath sneaks into every movement of
your life, whose presence is the sole source of
strength for your weak heart, who means
everything to you, when it is time to say
goodbye? Before my dear readers begin to have
notions of amorous references and visions of
tearful break-ups, let me clarify the family
nature of this piece.
Yes, I'm referring to familial love, and herein I

recount my personal experience, regarding 'Love in Separation'. The love which I've
so bitterly felt, cried, been pained by. Which has torn my heart asunder and brought
forth the real individual within me – responsible (yet reckless), loving (yet merciless).
For the first time in the history of my existence, I left home (my sweet home!) for an
unknown destination (unknown to me). But God, I'm still a kid (my parents think so
and so do I!). Well, as they say, who can withhold the wheel of fate (and fortune!). So,
here (at AIIMS) I landed, amidst unknown people….but wait, this piece is about all
that happened before I landed up here, so let me just gather my thoughts a bit here…
Well, as the day of my separation from my parents, and my being left to my own fate
approached, an Insurmountable feeling of insecurity began to grip me, the invisible
demons of fear and pain began to loom large around me, creating darkness…The
final moment, thinking of it still brings back those hurting tears to my eyes. My father,
mother, brother and I – we came as a single group, and we would be leaving as a
divided entity – them, and me. You know, the one thing I cannot bear is tears in my
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parents' eyes. And the thought that I was the cause for those tears – it was too much to
handle. I burst out into loud wails, begging them to stay here longer, as my father
comforted me, my mother gently caressing my hair, my brother trying to lighten the
situation and make me see the bright side of leaving home. My father promised me
that day that he would visit every month, and I am proud of him for keeping his
promise till date. As I saw their car slowly disappear around the bend, I felt a sudden
sharp pang in my heart – agony, anguish, almost the same as the pain I had felt when
I'd received news of my uncle's demise. The rest of the day, as far as I remember, I
spent spouting torrents of salty water, my heart and mind heavy with separation
woes, foggy with memories of childhood. Anybody who knew me even a little bit
could've failed to recognize me that day for I seldom cried. But that day wasn't 'me' at
all – I could just not come to terms with the fact that I was no longer at home.
Tring tring… every time that familiar number lights up my mobile screen, my joy
knows no bounds. As I talk home, I relive those happy times spent with my kin, only
to have my voice crack and my eyes well up as the time to say 'b-bye' comes. I had
never imagined a time when I could only listen to my mother's voice over some
scientific connection, and not be able to see her, be with her. Perhaps I had always
taken them for granted…and now, as I learnt how much of a sentimental softie I was, I
was also having my dependence on my family knocked into me well and strong.
My father, of course, comes to see me for a couple of days as a part of his 'official' tours
(pardon our misuse of power!). And every time there is this one dialogue of his that he
seems to never tire of repeating, that leaves a lingering taste after the conversation –
'Beta, we miss you a lot. Each time we see any of your friends, we think of how you
must be managing here. Beta, be careful, be good, stay well. Don't stray from what is
right, don't fail us, please…'
Why??
Why does he need to say this over and over again? First those sentimental lines of
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separation, then that entrustment of responsibility…it's not fair on me!!
And then, the most difficult part of it – 'Ok beta, bye, take care…' As I get out of the car,
I am incapable of turning to look back, scared of totally breaking down once again.
'Ok baba, go now, you'll be late…' these lame stupid words are all I can manage, as I
run back into the hostel. And the rest of the day, true to form, is spent wetting pillow
after pillow, lugging around a heavy heart and a long face.
My first tryst with hostel life and living alone has made me grow up a bit suddenly.
Now I know what true love is. It's not a 'waste', 'useless' or 'time-pass' kind of thing, as
all of us like to write in silly slam-books to show how emotionally competent we are. It
is like experiencing the gopis' sublime love for their sweet Lord Sri Krishna, which
reached its transcendental peak during their moment of separation, as he left for
Mathura, leaving Vrindavan behind forever…
Now I realize the meaning of this one sentence I read years ago – 'You know it is love
when all you want is that person to be happy, even if you are not a part of that
happiness'…
I know I can do whatever to please my parents, and O dear Lord, please guide me,
inspire me, help me to achieve what I seek for!!
Note: I would consider my mission (of writing this piece) successful if I am able to make even a
single reader nod his/her head in understanding the pain of this 'love in separation'…
- Alkananda Behera
1st Semester, MBBS
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Immortal conversations
I've been a part of
Vineet: Three hundred years ago, a couple of guys had a little argument. Then one of them got
pissed and became a little more aggressive:
John Wilkes: "I do not know whether you will die on the gallows or of the pox."
Earl of Sandwich: "That depends on whether I embrace your principles or your mistress."
Brilliant conversation is a skill and an art. To the master, it comes effortlessly. To the beginner,
it is a source of wonder and bewilderment. Every single day, one takes part in snippets of
sheer brilliance, laughs it up, and forgets about it.
This article is a collection of some brilliant conversations I have had during my three and a
half years in AIIMS. It is just a part of a larger collection, and I had to be selective about it.
Enjoy.
Shuken: The beauty of the comic moment is in its spontaneity. Nothing like those retarded
puns that are "intended". Something that is like a gift, like an ability but more like a skill which
you sharpen over the years. It comes like a reflex and sometimes it takes even the speaker
himself a few moments to realize the complete brilliance of his own statement.
These moments are ubiquitous. They appear as commonly in the middle of the worst viva as
in the middle of a paintball match. And they remain with you long after the memory of the
actual incident has faded.
You read jokes like this in books or watch them on TV but you never expect them to occur in
real life. Well, every single one of the anecdotes below is true, rather this is only a limited
selection. Incidents that have happened to either of us have been mixed up in random order
and no names are given out to protect anonymity.
Nobel Prize
(The article mentioned in this conversation came out on 12th March 2008.)
A: Hey man, some Indian won the Nobel Prize!
B: What? Are you crazy? We'd have heard something about it!
A: No man! Look look it's on front page of the newspaper.
B: Where is it?
A: Down there at the bottom of the page… In that small box.
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B: (looks at A)
A: Oh sorry, I get it……
B: Man it's some junior Nobel Prize, not the real Nobel. It's some competition that Intel holds.
It's like being the smartest kid in retard school.
A: Chal, at least an Indian won something.
B: Dude, she's an NRI.
The Trick Question
(Case presentation is going on)
Me: And lymph nodes are tender and firm...
Prof: Cut all the crap. Just tell me the diagnosis. What is this?
Me: (With ultimate confidence) pulmonary tuberculosis, sir.
Prof: Investigations kaun batayega?
Me: (flabbergasted) Uh... chest x-ray...
Prof: Ab toh bol diya.
The Prescription
Patient: Sir… Er… I have this problem…
Doc: Ok, what is it?
Patient: Sir, that.. you know.. that happens.. it's a private problem.
Doc: OK. Go on.
Patient: (describes his "problem")
Doc: This is a common problem. Don't worry. There is treatment available.
(Doc scribbles something)
Doc: OK. I'm giving you a placebo. Take it 3 times a day for 3 weeks.
Patient: Thank you so much, sir.
Doc: Oh it's nothing.
How I Really Met Your Mother
A: Hey dude, what are you watching?
B: "How I Met Your Mother." It's a TV series.
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A: What's it about?
B: It's about this guy who tells his kids about all the relationships he had before he met their
mother.
A: Shouldn't the show be called "How I ruined my kids"? I mean a ten year-old finding out
that his father "loved" (24 episodes X 10 seasons) women before his mother would be rather an
information overload...
B: Well, more patients for my future psychiatry practice.
Asphyxiation
A: Hey, what's asphyxiation?
B: Um.... Wait I'll look it up...
C: (Confidently) Anal carcinoma.
A: What?
B: Man Ganong says it's something else...
C: Oh sorry... I used logic to arrive at this answer.
B: How come?
C: Well carcinoma breast causes fixation of breast... And it is called ass-fixiation...
The Masterplan
(It's exam time, 9:00 am)
Schoolteacher1: Ye bacche jaan booch ke apne doston ke peeche baith jaate hain.
Schoolteacher2: Is baar maine ultimate idea soch rakha hai. Koi cheating nahi kar payega.
Schoolteacher1: Kya karoge?
School teacher 2: I'll reshuffle every one.
Before
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After
(This actually happened in my "school". Not in "AIIMS". I "promise".)

Kisna
A: Which Bollywood movie is this?
B: Kisna.
A: Kisna?
B: Kisna. Kisna the warrior poet.
A: "The warrior poet"?
B: Ya, the warrior poet.
A: You mean like "Kisna the heterosexual homosexual"?
B: Ya something like that.
Any questions?
Educators usually have a habit of saying "any questions" at the end of a briefing. It's a polite
enough question but sometimes it's best not to ask…
(The scene: lecture theatre)
Prof: There will be a revision practical for you students tomorrow. In the previous exams
your performance has not been up to the mark. I have identified many weak topics among
you and have decided to have a revision practical so that you are able to see it one more time
before the finals. The most difficult practicals and topics from the entire year will be covered
so even if you know the topic very well, it is a good opportunity to revise them. You should be
thankful we are doing this because the last batch did not get this opportunity. So, any
questions?
(One guy raises his hand)
Prof: Yes?
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Student: Ma'am, will we get attendance?

CPR
(Note: This one is a bit long but I swear it's true. I was B. The identity of A shall remain secret.)
A: Hey, there's a CPR workshop going on right now. Let's attend man!!
B: What's the big deal, we'll learn it in anaesthesia in 7th sem anyway.
A: No man, let's attend it now itself! I want to learn it!
B: OK sure, we'll check it out…
A: You know man... I've always had this fantasy. That I'll be walking somewhere and
suddenly a beautiful girl would collapse in from of me and then I'd be "forced" to give her
CPR.
B: Do you know the fundamental defect with that idea?
A: What?
B: It's never going to happen.
A: You never know, man!
B: OK let me explain it this way. What makes the girl beautiful?
A: I don't know. Maybe genetics... hormones...
B: Ya hormones. And which hormone would that be?
A: Estrogens.
B: And there's your dilemma. The more beautiful the girl, the more estrogens she has, more
the cardioprotective effect of estrogens and the less likely that she'd get a heart attack.
A: Heyy!! That's unfair!!
B: And one more point, the risk of cardiovascular disease increases with age, so you are
probably going to end up giving CPR to an 80 yr old woman… or worse, an 80 yr old man.
The Project
A: So what are you going to do in your vacations?
B: I am doing a research project in my journalism...
A: Project? Nice. What's the topic?
B: Birth control among homosexuals.
A: What?
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B: Birth control among homosexuals.

A: Er... do you realize that homosexuals don't need birth control?
B: No they do!
A: They can't have babies, so they don't need birth control... Birth control sort of comes
included with the deal when you become a homosexual...
B: No no I meant the stuff they use to prevent AIDS and STDs...
A: Yeah, they're called condoms..
Creativity
A: A great man once said: "the key to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources."
B: Cool, who said that?
A: What did I just say to you?
The cubicles
(Not really a conversation between two individuals, but the writer probably used a poor
choice of words here…)
(Photographed in the AIIMS library)
- Vineet Govinda Gupta & Shuken Dashore

7th Semester, MBBS
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EURO-TRIP!!
I went to Berlin to present a poster on my research
project on the age and gender distribution
patterns of corneo-scleral trauma at a tertiary care
centre (i.e. AIIMS).It was NOT a vacation.
I made a lot of delay in filing the visa application.

It's so full of crappy documents that it does take
time to collect them. With the German embassy
having 5 wks of waiting they could only give me a
date of interview after I would have returned. But we managed to contact them and
explain the case. That done, we got the visa just one day before we had to leave but not
before I had spent sleepless nights praying that it would not be delayed or rejected, for
that matter.
Berlin (and Hamburg too)
Reached Berlin. Time difference being on our side, it was early morning in Berlin. As I got
the first stamps on my passport and fiddled through the customs, I was surprised to see a
long row of Mercedes Benz taxis waiting in the sun. It only took me a moment to figure it
out: Germany being home to this giant carmaker, Mercedes for taxi in the capital was
routine, not luxury.
With help from Wiki travel and some orientation tips from the cute receptionist, we
(dad and I) set out to explore Berlin. Central Berlin holds most of the charm of the city.
With the Brandenburg, Siegessaule, Tiergarten, Soviet war memorial, museums and
German Parliament, it is the most beautiful,
historically rich and happening place in the
whole of Berlin. The spiral dome of the German
parliament visible from a distance is really a
magnificent sight. Equally breathtaking is the
Berlin skyline viewed from the top of the dome
that justifies the tedious ascent through the spiral
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path.
If going to all these sights was a tourist delight,

watching a Bundesliga match and being a part of
the Berlin nightlife were totally exhilarating
experiences. The fanaticism of the people out
there for the home team and the bitter rivalries
with the away audience make for an exciting
eventful afternoon for a neutral observer.
Whether it is the dead silence after a missed penalty, the rocking music after a goal scored
or the post match jeering by the winners, it all adds to the wonderful atmosphere in the
Stadium(which incidentally houses 74000 people!!!)
Of course I did manage to attend the Conference for 2 full days, had time enough to do
some shopping and take a day trip to Hamburg.
Hamburg was fun mostly. It was chilly on the harbor. The cold winds turned my skin
white. We took a ferry for a ride on the harbor and a bus tour of the city all capped by a
wonderful Indian dinner in a street parallel to the famous Reeperbahn district
(incidentally a plate of samosa costs you just 7 Euros in an Indian restaurant. WTF!! Talk
about exotic food being expensive!!)
Amsterdam
One of the most beautiful places, Amsterdam is not what it is usually made out to be .I
expected junkies roaming around everywhere under the influence of whatever they
could get their hands on and beautiful girls roaming around in skimpily clad outfits.
Readers would be disappointed to know that this is not the scene in the whole of
Amsterdam but all your fantasies would be answered in the little area of Wallen that is
located pretty near to the Royal palace. The innumerable canals and bridges and
wonderful architecture would make you hold your breath and take notice. Of course
there is the usual stuff with the windmills and the nightclubs and coffee-shops etc.
Cycling along the canals was of course a pleasurable way of exploring the city.
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Paris
From Amsterdam we moved to Paris through Brussels. Louvre Museum and Eiffel
Tower were the high points. Louvre is huge. More than I had ever read or imagined. It
hosts such a vast array of sculptures, paintings and artifact that it makes you wonder
how they even keep track of the stuff and would it hurt if you removed some of them.
The next day was well spent at Chateau de Versailles. This home of Louis XIV is really a
splendid palace and one look at its vast expanse and grandiosity gives you a more than
decent idea about the royal life of the monarch who lived here. The day ended in a bit of
rush when we had to make a dash for the train to Rome and nearly lost it.(it's a long story
but put in short : 10mins before the train leaves you notice you are on the wrong
station…not platform but wrong STATION!!)
Rome
Rome is as they say it is. Full of history and stuff. Every piece has a story behind it.With its
Colosseum, Palatine Hill, St.Peter's Basilica , Roman forum, Pantheon and numerous
churches and museums, Rome is a tourist's delight. Its narrow lanes, cobblestoned roads
and piazzas provide a wonderful opportunity to explore the city bit by bit with every
corner concealing some new mystery. It is one place that easily satiates your appetite for
knowledge, history, adventure, sports, spirituality and theology alike.
Venice
Yes, the Gondolas are very nice and the city is amazing to look at in the night. But the
canals…they stink sometimes. Houses are all on floats. It reminds you of an Indian city
with narrow lanes and old, unpainted houses except that we don't have water coming
into them(By the way, the narrow lanes are only one of the reasons why Venice is a hot
favorite with honeymooning couples) . It's really amazing how these houses continue to
stand till this day amidst speculations that Venice is gonna be consumed by the water
soon enough. Well that maybe but for the time being the city enjoys the advantage the sea
presents to it. It's virtually impossible to get a hotel in Venice St.Luzia unless you book
well in advance. Any guesses where Venice derives a large share of its revenues from?
The Parking Industry.
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Munich
The train from Venice thru Innsbruck to Munich was a dream ride. Austrian Alps were
really breathtaking. We were riding with the clouds making our way through one of the
most beautiful routes in the whole of Europe. Housed in nature's lap, the town of
Innsbruck with its ice-capped peaks and dim lights and a dark evening sky looked real
serene. It looked right out of a Harry Potter movie. It was during this trip that a very kind
American named Sam enlightened me on the fact that it was Oktoberfest time in Munich,
the biggest beer fest in the world. Though I had heard about it, I didn't think something
called OKTOBERFEST would start in 3rd week September and go on till 1st week
October. Once we were there, there wasn't a chance in hell I was going to miss it. The
atmosphere out there was crazy. There was beer flowing everywhere. Dark beer, light
beer in all kinds of giant glasses and pitchers. There were other attractions too like roller
coasters and merry go rounds etc etc. In short it was a more elaborate yet temporary
version of our Desi Appu Ghar. People wearing traditional dresses (mostly Scottish, for
some unknown reason) and weird fest hats could be seen everywhere. The magnitude of
the crowd…it's hard to tell but there was little space to walk in a huge area spanning
many kilometers and one had to squeeze thru the crowd every time. And the long queues
outside every toilet in vicinity, with people swinging from side to side yet managing to
valiantly hold on to their places under attack from those who were in a hurry, looked
really hilarious. Unfortunately we couldn't stay till late at night coz we had a flight to
catch in the eve.
As I boarded the flight in a semi-conscious state and took last look back thru the haze
fogging my mind, I had only one clear thought…Back to the normal grind from
tomorrow…or maybe the day after…S-H-I-T!
Shashank Ojha
5th Semester,
MBBS
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Khalbali 2008
Inaugrating the Raj Kiran Kamalla

So-Cult Room...a tribute and a memorial...
a 'classic' performance...
Glimpses of Glamour!!
and to think it started out as

handfulls of powder and dust...
Sashaying down the ramp...

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Khalbali 2008
Student-Faculty Meet - meet

the students!!!
Students-Faculty
Meet - 'play'ful 'music'!!
Heave Ho!!Finally something

other than a book in hand!!
artful craft!!!
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Pulse 2008 It's a whole new world !!
Overheard...'Do me a favour...die!!'
Population Explosion...
Rangoli
Star-ry-eyed!!Shankar and Loy!!
Sweet Victory!!
We all scream for Icecream!!
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Delve into Delirium
Abhishek yeah!!
Ah, of course...where else but the CR...
Dance like there is no tomorrow!!
Ghazal maestro Pankaj Udhas
No, we are not joking,

we HAVE closed entries!!
Our oasis...R.A.S., we love you!!
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Mere Yaaron
Ki Shaadi!!!
Esha and Ajay!!!
Namrata ('Singh') and Shireesh!!
Jaseena and Hadi!!
Abha and Siddharth!!!
Lots and pots of happiness, all

within the AIIMS family – weddings
in quick succession, some of which
we managed to capture through the
lens!!! Our best-est best wishes to
them (and encouragement to more
people to follow suit)!!!
Shveta and Bali!!
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Naveen T Premnath
3rd Semester (MBBS)
f.y.i.
(a.k.a I told you so!!!)
'I love giving advice…but then, who doesn't??'
- 'someone' great…
All of us have a word ready for everyone else – on some issue or the other.
Here is a collection of such priceless pearls (of wisdom, among other
things!!) – on myriad topics, ranging from computers to personality
disorders, budding associations to some words of inspiration…
Fully faltoo, or totally fundoo?? You decide…
Use it if you will (AND if you can!!)
p.s. the personality disorders have been written about in collaboration with
leading experts on the topic, and have been issued in interests purely
philanthropic, and not the least vindictive…and no, this is NOT sarcasm…
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invictus
out of the night that covers me, black as the pit from pole to
pole,
i thank whatever god may be for my unconquerable soul.
in the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced or cried

aloud.
under the bludgeonings of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed.
beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the
shade,
and yet the menace of the years finds, and shall find, me
unafraid.
it matters not how straight the gate, how charged with

punishments the scroll,
i am the master of my fate; i am the captain of my soul.
Sometimes, words can inspire us…I hope this does something to you…
Compiled by-
Gayatri Singh
rd
3 semester, MBBS
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MY MESSAGE TO ALL THE
GRADUATES OF AIIMS
Serve Your Mother

“Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth; but to enjoy the earthly pleasures one has to be strong &
mighty” - Bible
O Sons and daughters of AIIMS, blessed are you for God chose you to learn medicine at
“Harvard of the East”… You flourished and bloomed in the “Third Best Hospital in the
World”… Your teachers are highly accomplished professionals in their respective
field.
Doesn't all this instill you with a great sense of academic pride and professional
satisfaction? If yes, then you owe a great deal to this great institution and to your
learned teachers. You owe to the soil of Mother India which nurtured your childhood
and the productive youth.
The All India Institute of Medical Sciences was the brain child of the builder of the
nation, Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru” He conceived AIIMS in line with Harvard, Oxford
and the Hammersmith to serve as a beacon light for the health professionals of this
Great Country.
An institution or a college is as good as the people working in it. Have you ever
wondered what will happen to this “temple of health and human service par
excellence” after the present generation of teachers and professors leave? Gradual
attrition of the old is a natural phenomenon in all schools. We happily embrace this
change because we believe in the talent of our future generation. The present has faith
in you, for you hold the torch in the Marathon race for good health in future, and
growth of AIIMS.
'Sir, can you write a testimonial for me - I have a scholarship offer from three
Medical Schools / Schools of Public Health in the US…
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Almost every week I (and I assume most other consultants in our institute) get this
request from your brothers or sisters. Every time I hear this I get a feeling of loss. Yes, it
is a loss to your Alma mater, to the entire medical fraternity of India, to the entire
nation and to your very own family. Did you ask your mother or didi how they feel
when you leave them for good (I say – 'bad')?
As we grow as a nation, the huge discrepancy between the number of doctors we need ,
and the number we have available is increasing. And all this, after the country has
pumped thousands of crores into making doctors at institutions like ours!! Some of you
will leave after MBBS, some later – owing a debt that is not just monetary but also
moral.
Why do you blame the government, the society, and just about everything you can for
the state of health in India? It is you who have to change it – and you are fleeing your
responsibility!!
It is a message that rings clear, and that should ideally be second nature to all of you –
serve the family that nurtured you, water that tree that gave you shade, heal the hand
that fed you…
Serve Mother India - and not Uncle Sam!
- Prof. Anurag Srivastava

Deptt. Of Surgery
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INDIAN MEDICAL
STUDENTS' ASSOCIATION
“The only thing constant in this world is change”. India, today is home to about
260 medical colleges, that churn out about 30,000 undergraduate students a year.
At any given time, there are a total of ~100,000 undergraduate medical students
in India.
An urgent need is felt to establish a be-all-and-end-all umbrella organization for all
medical students in India.
Establishment of IMSA- Indian Medical Students Association:
Mission Statement: “To endow a common platform for representation to all the
Medical Students of the Nation irrespective of the University they study in, grades,
age, sex, caste, and region they belong to.”
This student-governed, national association will act as a common platform for all
the medical students across the nation. Such Medical Students' Association in
other nations of continents like Australia, Europe, and America exists for the past
40 to 50 years. Although medical professionals are probably the most responsible
of all people, they are rarely empowered or inspired, as students, to stand up and
fulfill their social commitments.
Problems Faced by the average Indian Medical Student:
1. Medical Students are not equipped with any extra knowledge apart from the
human body they study.
2. No such generalized body exists to represent them and help them create
network among themselves across the nation.
3. Although medical students represent the cream of the student community, they
are not well equipped with adequate knowledge in the fields mentioned below:
IT
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Computers
?
Medical transcription
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English-speaking and writing, personality development

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Marketing, business management

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Hospital administration
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Medical insurance
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Clinical research, drug trials, etc.

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Goals:
1. Empowering Medical Students with skills that will help them develop a better
INDIA while they become professionals.
2. Promoting the feeling of being “ONENESS” amongst all the medical students.
3. Providing a common platform for their representation irrespective of their
University, Grades, Age, Caste, Sex, and Region.
4. Increasing awareness about Global Health and aboriginal health issues.
5. To impart knowledge about how to plan their future by helping them reshape
their vision and perspectives of life and their goals. Medical, being a challenging
field has dragged many new admitted students into depression because of
ignorance on how to cope up with the social and the mental burden they have to
face.
6. Create awareness about the recent job vacancies, admission seats' vacancies,
and other such issues.
7. Expose them to all the educational mal practices that are going on thus prevent
them from ruining their career.
8. Providing Indian Medical Students with national as well as international
contacts.
A major aim shared by our founder members is to help smoothen the transition from
student-doctor into medical professional.
A revolution in health care is occurring as a result of changes in the practice of
medicine and in society. These include changing demographics and the pattern of
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disease; new technologies; changes in health care delivery; increasing

consumerism; patient empowerment and autonomy; an emphasis on effectiveness
and efficiency; and changing professional roles. The major challenges which will
face the medical profession in the 21st century are:
exploding volume of literature, rapid introduction of new technologies, more
demanding patients, deepening concern about escalating medical costs.
Health care increasingly requires the skills of many health professionals, yet the
separate educational systems foster professional isolation, suspicion, and
stereotyping.
The formation of this student governed- national association aims to develop
sound interprofessional relationships amongst undergraduate medical students.
Turning the goals into tangible reality- How?
1. Organizing Workshops and seminars.
2. Lectures by experienced and renowned personalities.
3. Conferences:
Conferences, both academic and non-academic, can help foster contacts between
the medical students across the nation as well as those international delegates who
attend the conferences too, thus, help achieve one of our major aim: Networks
Among currents medical students and hence the future doctors.
4. Events: Events like musical nights and rock shows of student music bands can
be encouraged to develop and encourage other extra curricular development
amongst students.
5. Student Exchange Programs:- {Subject to the approval of the Medical Council of
India and would need to be worked out in time.} Student Exchange programs can
provide students with some exposure to the world outside theirs' and learn how things
work elsewhere, the experiences of which can be brought home and shared.
6. Global Health And Aboriginal Health: IMSA can help get nationally as well as
internationally renowned lecturers and speakers to educate students on Health issues
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that are global as well as indigenous, the knowledge of which is very important to be a
doctor.
7. IMSA publications will serve as a guide to many objectives like advocacy, news
regarding the nation's health and news regarding the upcoming events, conferences,
student exchange programs etc.
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step:
Our strength will lie in giving power to medical students to take action and create
change about issues that they care about.
In this world of information overload, the benumbed medical student no longer reads or
thinks, he merely watches and feels, and in the process becomes but a passive
spectator, doing nothing to contribute his/her mite to the pool of global knowledge.
So, if you are an Indian Undergraduate Medical Student reading this article, and you
have that fire-in-your belly and dreams in your eyes to seek that pot of gold at the end
of the rainbow….send in your details along with your CV to imsaindia@gmail.com and
let us know you care and that you would like to be part of this movement.
Do remember that the value of any network increases in proportion to the square of the
number of people using it. Help us advance the cycle of knowledge. Help us empower
you! Help us advance the profession of medicine!
-Vishala Mishra (Madras Medical College)

-Viren Kaul (Karnataka Institute of Medical Sciences,
Hubli
- Aakash Doshi (Baroda Medical College)
Official IMSA website: www.imsa.co.in
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LANCER
Pharmaceuticals, Baddi
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Why Linux ?
The operating system practically everyone of us uses is Windows XP or Windows

Vista produced by Microsoft with its headquarters at Redmond USA.We even hardly know
of any alternative. Some of us have heard about Macintosh by Apple and even fewer about
Linux. There is a widely held notion that Linux is for hackers and we have to work on
command line. Gone are those days and year 2008 is considered the year of Linux desktop.
Thanks to the wildly growing community of passionate and innovative Linux users who have
brought the stability, security, beauty, freedom and ease of use of Linux to our home
computers. This article is an attempts to enlightened you about how Linux is different and
perhaps better than conventional operating system. Fasten your seat belts as we are going to
delve deep into some of the amazing facts.
Forget about viruses :Viruses, trojans, adwares, spywares...Windows lets all these enter
your computer pretty easily. Linux hardly has any viruses. And that's not like "Oh well, not
very often, you know".That's like "If you've ever heard of a real Linux virus, please tell me".
Theoretically a Linux virus is not impossible to get. However, practically Linux makes it very
hard for this to happen, for several reasons:
Most people
? use Microsoft Windows, and pirates want to do as much damage (or
control) as possible: therefore, they target Windows. But that's not the only reason;
the Apache web server (a web server is a program located on a remote computer that
sends web pages to your browser when you ask for them), which is open source
software, has the biggest market share (against Microsoft's IIS server), but it still
suffers from much fewer attacks/flaws than the Microsoft one.
・Linux has been built with security in mind. It uses smart authorization management. In
Windows you (and any program you install) usually have the right to do pretty much
anything to the system.You can go inside the system folder and delete whatever you
want:Windows won't complain. Of course, the next time you reboot, trouble begins.
But imagine that if you can delete this system stuff, other programs can, too, or just
mess it up. Linux doesn't allow that. Every time you request to do something that has
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to do with the system, an administrator password is required (and if you're not an

administrator on this system, you simply can't do it).Viruses can't just go around and
delete or modify what they want in the system; they don't have the authorization for
that.
・ More eyes make fewer security flaws. Linux is Open source software, which means
that any programmer in the world can have a look at the code (the "recipe" of any
program), and help out, or just tell other developers "Hey, what is blah blah, isn't this, a
security flaw?". On the other hand closed source operating systems rely on security by
obscurity.
・ It is not exactly a matter of how many flaws a system has, it is really a matter of how fast
a security flaw can be solved once it has been discovered. If a security flaw is discovered in
an open source program, anyone in the open source community can have a look and
help solve it. The solution (and the update) usually appears within a few days,
sometimes even a few hours. Microsoft doesn't have that much manpower, and usually
releases security patches within about a month after the flaw has been discovered
(and sometimes published): that's more than enough for pirates to do whatever they
want with your computer.
・Whenever a security vulnerability is discovered in Linux, it is taken care of by making

appropriate changes in the operating system itself rather than by covering it up with
another bloatware (softwares using larger amounts of system resources).
・Despite these facts, in all your wisdom, you cannot help believing that in the future an
antivirus will be needed for Linux, then be assured that it will also be free like rest of
the operating system. So you don't have to crack, patch, find keys or fear getting
blacklisted.
Forget about drivers Linux doesn't need separate drivers. All the drivers are
already included in the Linux kernel, the core of the system. You may need some external
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driver if you use proprietary hardware like NVIDIA or ATI graphics card.Again the operating
system will look it up for you. So don't worry about drivers even if you have lost your driver
cd.
Jump into the next generation of desktops You have been impressed by the 3D and
transparency possibilities first introduced in Windows Vista, and decided that these unique
capabilities were worth a few hundred dollars? You even bought a new computer so that you
could meet Vista's (very high) requirements? Fooled you: Linux can do better, for free, and
with much less demanding hardware requirements.
Choose what your desktop looks like Pretty much all Windows users have similar
desktop. You can still change your wallpaper, or the color of your windows decorations
(default is blue), but basically you'll still end up with the usual Windows interface.With Linux,
choice has been brought back to you. If you like a simple, efficient and easy-to-use desktop
environment, you'll probably like GNOME. If you like a more modern and glossy look, you
might want to switch to K Desktop Environment. And there are numerous others with
different flavor. With Linux you decide what your desktop looks like. And you don't
even need to decide once and for all : you can switch to any of these desktop styles whenever
you log into your computer.
Update all your software with a single click Linux has a central place called the "Package
manager", which takes care of everything installed on your system, including every single
piece of software your computer has. So if you want to keep everything up-to-date, the only
thing you need to do is press the "Install Updates" button down there.
Enjoy the stability and speed Of course, no operating system is perfect, and people who
tell you that theirs can never ever crash are lying. However, some operating systems can be
so stable that most users never see their systems crash, even after several years.This is true
for Linux. Moreover unlike windows it does not become slow with time. Five years from
now, your system will be just as fast and responsive as the day you installed it, not to mention
that you won't have any viruses, adwares, trojans, worms, etc. Linux lets you spend more time
working, less time reinstalling over and over again.
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Still wonder why 439 of the top 500 supercomputers are powered by Linux and
another 24 by UNIX variants. Google and Wikipedia are powered by Linux. OLPC project
(one laptop per child) prefers Linux. Governments of Germany, Nigeria, Canada, Philippines,
Holland and many others have openly endorsed and adopted Free Liberal and Open source
software (FLOSS). In October 2008 Bhartiya Janata Party (BJP) decided to use Ubuntu Linux
on its desktops and Cent os on servers after a successful pilot project.
Freedom! Freedom 0: The freedom to run the program for any purpose. Freedom 1:
The freedom to study how the program works, and adapt it to your needs. Freedom 2:The
freedom to redistribute copies so you can help your neighbor. Freedom 3:The freedom to
improve the program, and release your improvements to the public, so that the whole
community benefits.
This is the heart and soul of Linux and FLOSS. It is responsible for where Linux has
reached today. When you pay for a proprietary software, you pay for the license to use
it...you do not own the software.When you use FLOSS...you own every bit of it, as it is of the
community, for the community and by the community.You can do anything you like with it, as
you have the source code. For eg. If you want a software to have new features, you can either
implement it yourself, or hire somebody to do it for you or you can request the developers
as they are always happy to know what users want. It is important because it ensures that the
direction of technological development is guided solely by merit and people's choices rather
than by lobbying by big businesses based on their profit driven motive which invariably favors
proprietary formats.
Why copy software illegally if you can get it for free? So, you're perfectly clean, you have
*cough* purchased a license for all the software you've ever used *cough*, and nobody can
bother you about this? Well, if that's the case, congratulations :).If you run Linux and install
free software, you won't have to worry about purchasing license! Most of free (as in free
speech) software is free (as in free beer). You can find a free replacement for most of the
commercial software out there. They might lack some of the advanced functionality, but
they'll be more than enough for most people. Moreover installing a software in Linux is much
easier and there are lots of choices.
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No back-doors in your software. The difference between "closed source" (proprietary)

and "open source" software is that their "source" is open. Huh, okay, why do I care? Well, the
"source", or "source code", is like the secret recipe of every software, like the recipe of a
cake. If a bakery gave out the recipe for its super-successful cheesecake, it would soon go
out of business because people would bake it for themselves, at home, and stop buying it.
Likewise, Microsoft does not give out the recipe, or "source code", of their software, like
Windows, and rightly so because that's what they make their money from.
The problem is, they can put whatever they want in their recipe, without us knowing. If
they want to add a bit of code saying "every 12th of the month, if the computer is online,
create a list of all the files that have been downloaded in this computer since last month, and
send it back to Microsoft through the network". Microsoft probably doesn't do that, but how
would you know, since everything is closed, invisible, secret?
A similar strategy is used by some governments to spy on their citizens by injecting

codes in proprietary softwares widely popular in the market. A notable instance is
surveillance system used by the Chinese government to identify Skype messages containing
“Tibet” and “democracy”.
Changing the source code of open source software is a much more open process. By
definition, all the recipes are public. It doesn't matter to you since you won't be able to
understand the code anyway, but people who understand it can read it, and speak out.That's
why you can be sure open source software doesn't do bad things behind your back: the
community keeps a close eye on all the recipes.
Liberty, Equality, Fraternity...sounds familiar?! You are right! They were the pillars of The
French Revolution. Since our childhood we have been exposed to these lofty ideals, but we
hardly ever make sure that this value system is actually put to practice in our daily lives. By
now you must have understood that Linux is much beyond yet another operating system.
With Linux comes absolute freedom and spirit of sharing with the community whatever you
have to offer. It is developed by collaborative process open to anybody and everybody. It is
precisely because of these reasons that admiration for Linux sometimes assumes religious
proportions.
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Bridge the digital divide Let us come to some social challenges. If we want computers
and Internet in all the villages of India, Linux is a more viable option.Apart from being free, it
has very minimal hardware requirements and no licensing issues. It is stable, secure and
highly customizable to local needs and culture. It has broken the language barrier as it has
been translated to languages spoken in even the remotest areas of Africa (and of course all
major Indian languages including Sanskrit!).Today with all the books in public domain being
translated and converted to audio books, you don't even need to be literate to learn.With
online virtual classrooms, people anywhere can have access to the finest of teachers in the
country. Such a thing is the need of the hour.
Ok! I am ready to give Linux a try...what should I do?
Try a "Live CD" You can try Linux without even needing to touch your hard disk,
without needing to do anything to your existing Windows ! This is possible with "Linux live
CDs".
You can boot into full Linux operating system just from the cd drive and now a days even
USB thumb drive, and check whether everything is fine.
Install Linux alongside your existing operating system If you want to keep Windows on
your computer (which I recommend, in case you change your mind, or in case you find stuff
you can do only with Windows and of course to enjoy the best of both worlds). Each time
your computer starts, it will let you choose between Windows and Linux.
You can even carry the operating system with you in your pen drive and use it on any
machine.You don't even need to burn a cd to install the operating system...install it on your
friend's computer from the same pen drive.
For any further information you are welcome to contact the author.
Manish Mahabir
7th Semester
MBBS
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All in the names of a God unfound

Mosques are plenty,
temples abound
While food is scanty
and smiles are few
BATTLEGROUND He enjoys in heaven with
indifference scarcely anew
GOD Bound in lovely metaphors
Religions are false hopes
A bit more patience,
a tad more faith
Chant the Saints and the Popes
A race condemned to bear

The passing of each day
Made to feel so guilty
Even when it did not betray
Waiting for his promises to fulfill

Tears we shed and blood we spill
He hasn't moved. He never will
Because our Almighty is sleeping still
Piyush Kumar Sharma

1st Semester, MBBS
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LIT-WISE…
Fresh after the ordeal of the Second Professional examination, I sought to cleanse myself of all the
rot that I had forced to permeate my sensorium in these 18months. And as I looked around in the
British Library, my eyes fell on the section staggering under the weight of giants like Wordsworth
and Keats, Milton and Byron.
A few clarifications necessitate themselves at this point. I was in the British Library (and not a
swadesi library) because in the place where I come from, it is
considered one of the ultimate qualifications to the upper strata
of society. Of course, to gain entry into the absolute upper
crust, you need better, wealthier distinctions than that, but yes,
about 5years ago, becoming a member of this firang library
became the dearest desire of all literates, and several illiterates
of the city. It's a fairly well-equipped library in that a lot of
literature is generated by the Brits and so this library houses it,
but then again, there are many others in the world who can
write!!! But anyway, it is, as I said, fairly well-equipped, and has
enough to interest most people for considerable time. Plus the fact that it has free Internet which
people use no end to update profiles on Orkut etc.
And of course, all this 'looking around' business came to only after I'd slept like a log for 4days
straight (now that's not to be taken literally, NOBODY can sleep for 4days straight, unless their
kidneys and bowels have closed shop). So, after having a much needed dreamless sleep
(everyone in my closest circle has heard enough about my dreams to write theses on them…a
considerably heavy duty 2007, with too much going on in my mind all the time, had contrived to
give me nightmares every single day of the year starting June 29…and finally, I had some peace),
I had finally risen ready to take on the world so to say.
Back to the matter at hand. As I eyed that epic section with much awe and slight apprehension, I
remembered a conversation I'd had with a college senior the other day. As much as it pained me to
let thoughts of MBBS pollute my post-proff bliss, I recalled the inspiration given to me to read
some of these great works. Ofcourse it was a conversation in as much of a conversation GTalk
allows you to have, but the moral of it all was that if I called myself a writer with much prowess, the
least I ought to know was the legacy of the titans before me (now I don't know the logic or the
nitty-gritty of this argument, but it definitely made sense to me then - knowledge of how a science
has evolved is the sign of a thorough, humble student).
But now, which of them to choose? Who should take precedence in forming an impression on my
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naïve literary sensibility? Flipping through the pages didn't help - these weren't people to be
judged by a mere line here and there. So I closed my eyes, and reached out for whatever luck
would let fall in my lap. Obviously, I opened my eyes before picking up the book finally, you can't
stand in a library with eyes closed - for all your reaching out, all that might come in your grasp
might be thin cold air!! Or someone's shirt or dupatta, which depending on circumstances and the
people involved might be supremely romantic, or just supremely embarrassing!
So finally, the point of it all is that I chose Byron. LORD Byron.
Don Juan. The little trailer at the back said that 'probably few subjects fitted Byron's particular
talents better than Don Juan'. Well, I knew zilch about his particular talents - except for a vague
recollection from some Sweet Valley High book (or some similar high school nonsense that I now
feel ashamed to have actually read through till the end) that he wrote some wonderfully romantic
stuff (which was evidently strong enough to have succeeded in getting the protagonist of that
story almost molested by her English professor). Well whatever, now it was too late because this
library didn't take books back the very day they'd issued them. So, like it or not, I was stuck with
Byron.
Back home, snug in a comfy blanket, I started to read the 'Dedication'.
Now I don't know whether you have read Byron, or perhaps you are a great fan of his, but please
bear with me, for my experience with his poetry was quite extraordinary.
I read all the three pages that comprised the 'Dedication', read the critical notes given at the end of
the book, then looked up - and blinked. As I tried to recall what he had talked about, all that came
to my mind was his very obviously very low opinion of Wordsworth's writing skills. And before
Wordsworth, several others, including Coleridge and Southey. And how he felt all poets were just
sucking up to the monarchy and not writing what they should be writing. And how he, Byron,
refused to do so dishonourable a thing.
Wow.
Well, maybe he was right. I was no one to air opinions on Wordsworth or whoever else he's made
fun of, I was a novice still, with the only poetry to my credit being the birthday poems I wrote for
my friends (which by the way are pretty good actually, ask the ones who got them).
I read on.
Only to realize that this whole book was divided into sixteen Cantos (or maybe Canto-es, I'm not
sure - I don't even know what a Canto is, except that it is in some way similar to a chapter of a
novel). So I started with Canto I.
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And read.
And read.
And read.
And six paragraphs down, all I knew was that all other poets would start a story from its most
exciting point, then narrate the rest in flashback and flash forward. But Lord Byron, being smarter
than all of them, would indulge in none such fooling around and start from the starting.
I bowed my head, and thanked him for it.
And prayed to him to move on.
And then began a great story. About Don Juan's breathtakingly beautiful, brilliantly learned
mother, and his not-so-impressive father. Who died after years of an unhappy married life, leaving
Juan to be brought up by a single mother. Who tried to foresee potential problems, and do away
with them once and for all by omitting all mentions of love, romance and procreation from Juan's
tutorials. Which of course did not succeed. For Juan had to act the idiot and go fall in love with a
married woman, who was found out and divorced by her husband. And Juan was banished by his
mother on a sea-voyage, which obviously had to sail into the midst of a great storm. The ultimate
sole survivor of which was Juan. Who was washed up on an unknown island. And found by - yes,
you got it right, a beautiful rich heiress. And yes, both of them fell in love…and ok, whatever. I
haven't read it all yet, I've just managed till Canto III, but the story is not the point of this blog.
And for that matter, the story is not the point of Byron's Don Juan either.
For he does everything else, except telling the story.
Wordsworth and his low IQ find a mention about once every few pages.
And Southey manages about one-third of that frequency.
Byron's guilt at being such a rambling story teller, and his profuse apologies for the same
make up about 60% of the words.
But let me to my story. I must own,
If I have any fault, it is digression,
Leaving my people to proceed alone,
While I soliloquize beyond expression.
But these are my addresses from the throne,
Which put off business to the ensuing session,
Forgetting each omission is a loss to
The world, not quite so great as Ariosto.
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His eulogies on the world today (or rather, the world in those days) are another very essential part
of this epic novel.
His philosophies on life, ambition, and all things human are enough to fill a self help book.
I can go on and on about what all he talks about in the 200 odd paragraphs that on an average
make up every Canto. Because that's what his poem seems to be. The title 'Don Juan' is just a ruse
- so that people don't put his book down fearing long lectures. It's a trick title, a fake being given -
actually it is a diverse treatise on Life, Love, the World and That Jerk Wordsworth.
But don't read into all this the conclusion that I am complaining. I am most certainly not!! Fresh
into Canto IV, I'm loving it!
It takes a bit of getting used to. After years of talking to the point, here is someone who
unabashedly tells a story about anything that comes into his mind and finds its way to the tip of
his quill!
(For fellow AIIMSonians, do you remember the *****sic paper? No, not the legendary answers
penned by the Batch of 2002, but the general tactics instrumental in writing a high-scoring paper.
That's what Byron is! A *****sic topper by leaps and bounds!)
Of course there's enough of the technical brilliance too. Not something I know a lot about, but the
poems are well written no doubt. And he does talk a lot of sense. And you can't blame him for
trying to increase sales by naming it a very dashing, exciting 'Don Juan' - a poet's got to sell his
books, hasn't he?
A brilliant rhyme scheme - abababcc. Very impressive, and some genuinely masterful rhyming
words and arrangements. Amazing analogies - and strikingly funny every time.
He is a genius. And I recommend everyone to take time out in life to read his book. Give him a fair
chance - and see yourself fall for his wit and humour. A must-read. Go, get it.
p.s. And don't worry about the 'strong' romantic part - it's not come so far till Canto IV. And its
probably old world romance that only Sweet Valley High English professors can get stimulated
by. If TV and Internet hasn't inspired you to cross lines till now, you scarcely need to fear Byron!
Kriti Puri
7th Semester, MBBS
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ANTI-ODE TO It's a whole new world !!
MARIANA
Tennyson though a great poet, was essentially a chauvinist. It was Shakespeare who had
created Mariana, as a woman who sealed herself in a moated grange, after her lover Angelo
had left her because her brother lost her dowry in a shipwreck. Tennyson used her story to air
his Victorian views. As a 21st century budding feminist, I was disgusted. Thus I wrote 'Anti-
Ode to Mariana'….
MARIANA
With blackest moss the flower-pots

Were thickly crusted, one and all
The rusted nails fell from the knots
That held the pear to the gable wall
The broken sheds looked sad and strange
Ungifted was the clinking catch
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch
Upon the lonely moated grange
She only said, 'My life is dreary, He cometh not' she said;
She said, 'I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!'
The tears fell with the dews at even;

Her tears fell ere the dews were dried;
She could not look on the sweet heaven,
Either at morn or eventide.
After the fitting of the bats,
When thickest dark did trance the sky,
She drew her casement-curtain by,
And glanced athwart the glooming flats.
She only said, 'The night is dreary, he cometh not,' she said;
She said, 'I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!'
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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ANTI-ODE TO MARIANA
Angelo, thou mercenary wretch,

All thou cared for, was my dowry
he thought of thee makes me bletch
Thou had never loved me!
I waited in my moated grange…
But you never thought it strange…
That a damsel should wait thus!
Fie Fie
My life was dreary, I wanted to be dead
But now I am aweary, of lacking sense in my head!
I shall mend my ancient thatch
And scrape the moss off the pot
I shall oil the rusted latch
That waited for your touch, while in your dreams I was caught!
The pear shall be nailed to the gable wall,
And I shall cry no more,
I am tired of being an example to maidens of yore!
From my heart you have had your fall
My life was dreary, I wanted to be dead,
But now I am aweary, of lacking sense in my head!
- Gayatri Singh
3rd Semester, MBBS
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What's in a Name??
Names, a constant source of humour in our lecture halls- anyone who has attended
a few lectures and sat through the attendance call patiently would know what I'm
talking about- have more fascinating aspects. A few years ago a saintly person who
I met through an acquaintance asked me, "Who are you?" to which I unassumingly
replied "I'm Saurabh". Of course, I did not think that was a matter of discussion
but I was mistaken. The guy went on to remark that Saurabh was just my name and
I was really just an 'atma' (soul)- at which point I thought it was best not to argue
on the issue since none of us seemed really ready to change our paradigms atleast
then. But then being an 'atma' christened SCS gives me more sense of identity
while belonging to the group of 'atmas' then just being an unnamed 'atma'. Aren't
our names an un-separable part of ourselves?
A friend of mine gets particularly irked when someone dares to question him about
the dictionary meaning of his name. He has an explanation for the etymology of his
name and a respectable one at that, but when some people just refuse to get
satiated with it, he really gets pissed. I, myself, have never had any trouble in this
regard but then I was lucky to have stumbled onto the answer of this question
incidentally while doing the dreary task of cramming synonyms for a Hindi language
exam in the early years of my schooling. So, now after having had a few discussions
about how to face that not-so-uncommon question gracefully, a few thoughts
surfaced in my mind. How much does the dictionary meaning really matter in
forming an image about the person(s) concerned? Don't we really form
perceptions about characteristics that a 'so-and-so' named person with whom we
have had no previous interaction should have depending on our previous experience
with an identically-named person? And if the features that we associate with a
particular name, lets say a first name, are in sharp contrast to our new
acquaintance's, don't we start addressing the latter using their middle or last
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names whichever one is as yet not deeply associated with distinctive features in
our gray-and-white matters? And, I'm not talking about the distorted or short
versions of names that we may latch on to when they are frequently used in a peer
group- some of those cases may appear to defy the rule, but who ever said judge
the rule by its clause of exceptions (and it may just be a very limited exception)?
Once or twice, the fact that my first name is quite common has been brought forth
in friendly interactions. But, then thankfully, I have a unique full name, which I
hold comes in handy while carving out a niche for myself in the space-time
continuum; but don't get all worked up even if your name is more common, because
there is good news for everyone- weren't a large number of successors named
after successful kings, just adding a roman numeral and didn't quite a lot of them
manage to create their unique place in history because their names taken from a
worthy ancestor were contributory in commanding the respect of subjects? So,
whether we have names which are common or unique, we play an instrumental part
in shaping the nature of perceptions regarding ourselves and invariably our names
atleast among the people around us. For all practical purposes, that's what the real
meanings of our names will be to us and everyone else.
- Saurabh C. Sharda
7th Semester, MBBS
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Devanshu Bansal
3rd Semester (MBBS)
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WORLDLY WISDOM
Its one of those feelings that is hard to
describe… Yet I am sure everybody must have
felt that way at some time or other in their
lives… Even those who consider themselves too
smart too end up like that …. even those who
are considered above such things… Even those
super cool guys… ..
Even those who believe in letting go of past and

continuing through their life. I am sure
sometime or the other everybody must have
felt that way..
You feel your head would burst. You don't know

whether to laugh or cry., for it's a strange kind
of joy. Joy that is too far above laughter. Joy that is even painful… no no I am not
talking of a mother in labour. It's the painful joy of happy memories… of the
affection that was bestowed on you, of the care that was given to you, of the
unconditional love… and how it made you feel… comforted, protected, secure. That
supreme belief that you would conquer the world someday. And those memories of
innocent exploits those squeals of sudden laughter… and funnier than them their
triggers…. A page of notebook moving due to the teachers snores, while a paper
plane smoothly landed right on that very page… the fact that some of your nerdy
classmates had a firm belief that watermelon was red because of RBCs … a ball
traveling majestically on waves of the lake while your father waded knee deep in
water to retrieve it…
Those warm sunny winter afternoons when you dozed off on the verandah
comforted by the affectionate clicking of your grandmother's knitting needles as
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she busily knitted a sweater. And even those sultry summer afternoons when you
returned home with your mother, loaded with shopping bags.
Those cool summer evenings when you chased your invincible 'can do anything'
father who teased you on and on. That playground where you played with your
friends for ever and ever till your clothes were soiled from white to gray. Those
long long painful jogs in the school play ground because there was some flaw in your
uniform. Those long cycling trips through the fields to see the sunset. That relief
of reaching home after carrying the heavy 'donkey load' of books back from
school.
Those summer nights when the power cuts forced you out of the hot house under
the beautiful starry sky where your mother told you tales of distant lands, of
great men, of beautiful women as the breeze slowly tried to intoxicate you to
sleep. Only the bloodthirsty mosquitoes would not let you sleep and you kept
prompting one story after another out of her. And those dusks when the
mosquitoes held guard over your head as you walked home watching the young moon
disappearing and appearing behind the dark leaves to take a peek at you.
That hot dusty evening that suddenly dissolved into a cool storm and you ran out on
the pretext of saving the already dried washed clothes and came back dripping
water and mud on the just mopped floor.
Those school fights….that strange law of the 'group'…. The fear of … ' ma'am se
complaint jayegi'.. .the joy of seeing the girl you envied being prosecuted. The
thrill of the cute little boy turning around and smiling at you. The pride of knowing
the newest songs on TV before the heroine of the class did. The wonder of beating
the genius of your class on an exam.
The terror of the teachers' ruler. The joy of the last exam. The grief of the last
holiday.
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All so vivid. All so useless.. all so full of feelings.
The world was in your hands… one day the Oscars, the nobel prizes, the big car, the
big house , the lovely dress, the handsome actor would all be yours. Somehow… you
will manage… You would be great one day… great great great…..
Yeah that was childhood….. the loveliest period of life…. The best. One which goes
away without a whisper and suddenly you are lonely…alone… pining for a day just a
day out of that neat pile of memories lying in some dusty corner of your mind…
starved for those exhilarating feelings. But opening the pile again just gives you
the painful joy…. The contentment that you had lived that life… and you waste an
hour or so flitting through the memories… finally getting ready for the day ahead
as the amused smile lightens your mood.
You visit the ground again. But you cant run around with 'shalu' 'mini' 'monty'
'neha' 'pinky' or 'rahul' again. All these pinkies and rahuls are simply gone, where
you don't know. And even if you do catch up with their adult selves, you can't get
back the real 'pinkies' and 'rahuls'
The father is no more invincible. The mother would not tell you fairy tales again
and even if you manage to extract one out of her…. It has lost its wonder, its
thrill…. I mean its so very stupid… has your mom grown old or have you simply grown
up?
And you know no fame could be yours… not when you manage to just pass on your
exams…. And that handsome classmate barely acknowledges your presence. Even if
he would turn and look, it does not mean a thing and honestly was he really worth
the concern? Grow up, honey…. This is life… This is the real deal … the reality you
ignored during your childhood. …longing for things on Mount Everest would only
suck away the breath that the race of time has spared in you.
Shubhangi
7th Semester, MBBS
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INFANTILE SYNDROME
Infantile Syndrome is a well-researched condition,
limited so-far only to females, and increasing in
prevalence and degree every year. It is defined as the
almost atavistic return of the patients to their
childhood roots, marked by one or more of the
following -
1.
A high-pitched voice, with word formation and
pronunciation in severe contrast to the number of
teeth in the speaker's mouth. Weird indescribable noises are frequent
accompaniments in speech, and a general (and extremely vocal) lack of
understanding and loud slow thinking is present in severe cases.
2. Neck-aching, vertigo-inducing head-nodding, which may or may not be

accompanied by speech. The patient may be found to keep moving her head
even when normally walking down hostel corridors, and in severe cases may
display mouth-opening and mouth-contortions at variable times.
3. A characteristic gait, resembling a condition involving spontaneous generation

of well-oiled springs in the balls of the feet - alternatively, walking such that any
drink she might be holding manages to splash and slosh its way out of the glass
before she manages to walk 5metres. This gait is almost always accompanied by
the head-nodding, resulting in a very admirable display of hand-eye-foot
coordination, and convincingly ruling out the theory of cerebellar dysfunction as
an etiology.
4. A general unnecessarily bouncy, frisky, jumpy demeanour, regardless of the

needs of the situation, which the patient may be excused for failing to
understand, since her condition is based on the premise that she is about two-
and-half years old and hence has little or no social sensibility.
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5. A very singular feature, quite specific and often diagnostic, is the highly
significant increase in the degree of this behaviour in the presence of male
company, especially if the male is highly desirable. This may be explained by a
rather landmark finding by some data obtained from a general population in a
blinded study. This revealed that males find this infantile behaviour very very
appealing, for reasons including 'exudes innocence and simple charm',
'nostalgia about childhood', and convincing viewers of the persistence of 'the
child' in you.
Females, notably, react to this behaviour in a mixed manner. It is encouraged by

some females, most of whom either suffer from it themselves, or have found
it to benefit them at some point or the other in life, or have a generally 'male-
chauvinism-accepted' approach. Another category of encouraging females
worthy of mention are those who have had their internet connections
disconnected, are busy studying for impending professional exams or are in
a similar entertainment-deprived state in life - they confess to taking
'sadistic pleasure', benefiting from this very serious affliction their
colleagues are doomed with. In a finding that bodes well for those suffering
from this disorder, a majority of females described this condition as 'kind of
silly', 'funny, but painful', 'irritating' and 'nerve-wrecking'. They also
showed a high level of knowledge and solid beliefs about this condition,
however their attitude towards it was either too laidback or too
entertainment-driven.
As of last filing of reports, no recovery from this condition is known to science.

Since insight is markedly absent, therapy by inspirational lectures is impossible,
and no drug to cure this is known yet. However, it is mostly harmless, because
the patient does retain the academic capability corresponding to her
chronological age, and socially, she does benefit from her disease from the
section who matter to her. The onlookers who fear the survival of their nerves are
advised to practice an avoidance policy.
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ATTENTION DEFICIT DISORDER
More commonly known as ADD, it is a problem that afflicts almost 50% of

our junta 100% of the time…and the other 50% of the junta at all times when
they are not already in the presence of the chronic ADD-ers!!!
So it without doubt makes sense for us to introduce the hitherto uninitiated

to this widely prevalent condition.
You can most easily recognize an ADD-er by his/her habit of deciding the
topic of every conversation. OR changing the topic of any ongoing
conversation by introducing or increasing the degree of the element of
drastic outrage. No matter that most of these alterations, that b.t.w. are
designed to make your mouth drop open in shock and awe, are the
products of supremely innovative minds, of which of course we are never
at any lack.
Another noticeable characteristic is the ADD-er's tendency to talk very very

animatedly, with never-tetanising facial nerve and never tiring frontali,
orbiculi, and sternocleidomastoids. The expression level follows a
hyperbolic curve, reaching more Oscar-winning levels as the attention
captivating scheme fails to have effect.
Other common presentations include sudden bursts into songs in the

middle of a discussion of previous years' question papers, sporadic bursts
of other afflictions like infantile syndrome, and, in extreme situations,
apparently occasion-less treats to some very lucky people.
This disorder is mostly harmless and, in fact, very well tolerated by most
people. The antics of ADD-ers often make for the best of institute gossip,
and are a stress-buster when reminisced about during exams. Those
suffering from it do not eventually gain anything on the attraction quotient,
but their verbosity and enthusiasm does win them admiration from some
quarters. It is a disorder most have to simply live with, and a cured case has
not been recorded so far.
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CIRCADIAN DYSRHYTHMIA
Circadian Dysrhythmia, or a VOLUNTARY
redesigning of the sleep-wake cycle is by far
the most common condition that students
succumb to after entering AIIMS.
Precipitated by Pulse in the very first
semester of their tenure here, or at the very
latest, by the first mid-term examinations,
the patient typically turns over an as-yet
undiscovered leaf, and starts to live
according to diametrically alien,
physiologically impossible hours. 'Night-
out's are the most common identifying
feature, their regularity and superb
adaptation to them being pathognomic. Class attendance is resultantly abysmally low,
consequential to which viva questions based on G.K. regarding the names of faculty
become a common occurrence. Sufferers are known to commonly go without sleep two
nights in a row, even when the latter night-outs are merely in favour of long
discourses/chats/institute rounds. Apart from sheer desperation to finish exam
courses, an oft-propounded etiology traces the origin of this condition to the remarkable
far-sightedness of these individuals, to help them deal with jet-lags and time differences
when they pursue their career in the USA. These individuals are the real revenue-
drivers of Nescafe and late night Mess-ing, and also the prime beneficiaries of the
24hour library rule. However, the reasonably frequently documented occurrence of
'blank-out' episodes in exams following 'night-out's is a deterrent to complete circadian
disruption, limiting the severity of this disorder to only dysrhythmia in most
individuals. This disorder, encouragingly, also has a higher recovery percentage than
others, owing primarily to the persistence of insight in the affected persons. Recovery is
mostly based on will-power, concern over low attendance, and,in some cases, parental
pressure. Temporary recovery has been recorded in some cases during holidays, and on
trips home – such recovery however has an almost 100% relapse rate.
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MARS
Why do you get scared by the stuff saying “Orkut is closing down, so
?
please confirm about your account by sending this to 15 people” ?
Why must you always have the 'where are we headed' relationship
?
talk?? (and whilst on the topic, what is this 'official' terminology?
When will you understand what/how to fill in an IP address?
?
Why do
? you believe speaking expletives at completely
inappropriate occasions helps you grab some eyeballs?
Why does it take you forever to grasp the fact that a CD-ROM drive
?
in a computer is meant to play CDs and CDs only and it would not
work if you put a DVD in there? (You know that CDs and DVDs differ in
much more than just name…)
venus
Chit – chat, gossip – gossip, did we also hear you ask for nail
?
paint?
Technical point - if less is always more, why do suits work?
?
Conversation is an art, pray do not render it extinct!
?
Vocabulary is your canvas, so why just the coarser/harsher
shades!
The financial crisis is a reality, yes - but India/ AIIMS still has
?
enough food to feed us all!
We should learn from our falls, but not just to fall (read fail)
?
further!
Chauvinism and chivalry, we understand the diction overload,
?
but trust us…they are poles apart…
Just to confirm, is dumb really equal to ideal?
?
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Treat Time !!
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Village
Posting....
A whole new world ??
time for some work ??
... for sure !!
putting our heads together!!
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realitycheck!!
Village Rounds !!
talk-ing health!!
tum AISE log ho !?!
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Culinary Lessons...
of various kinds !!
Munnabhai...koi
Gandhigiri sikhao!!
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Staring out the open window

I feel one open in
I sense the melancholy
Hear silence creep within
I feel a certain craving

I know I have had before
‘Cause every time I face it
It leaves me weak and sore
I feel a constant yearning

I bear a seasoned ache
I keep on longing, longing
It seems for pity’s sake
You too have some wistfulness

You know you have felt it, but
You hide it, try to fight it
And keep the window shut
Piyush Kumar Sharma

1st Semester
MBBS
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Let Us Escape…
Let us escape out someday…
From the eyes of everyone who knows us
Or just claims to know…
Let us escape out someday
And see the world beyond our boundaries
Some different colours, some different aromas
Some different languages, some different dialects
Let us see the sun rising behind those mountains
Spreading sunshine on those vast valleys
Spreading the warmth in those virgin forests
Setting behind that endless ocean into some endless horizon…
Let it be just you and me
And just we in our world
Let us go out someday to see
The places where we just aspire to be…
Some days full of glitter and sparkle
Some days when we have nothing to do
And everything to explore and experience…
Let us have some mornings greeted by streams, spring and sunshine
Let us go out some day to have that taste of freedom
Let us go out and fly, in our very own part of the sky
Let us go out some day and waltz, all alone on a beach besides the setting sun…
Let us go out and spend our nights, around a bonfire, talking beneath a starry
sky…
Let us escape out someday…
For some beautiful days
You and me together
Come…I am waiting….
Komal Parmar
3rd Semester, MBBS
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fallen leaf…
I feel like a fallen leaf
Detached from its sturdy mother
By a wayward gust of wind
Traveling places like a wanderer
Exhausted I settle on the dust

Turning paler with every dawn
Shriveling in the scorching sun
Beholding the spring and the monsoons
With false hopes clinging my veins

Now oblivious to rejuvenation
Sweet memories and solemn fruits
I can't go on to feel
For I was a leaf
You trampled and smashed
Sweta Shubhdarshni
2nd Semester
MBBS
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HOME
Home soothes me, calms me
Feeds me, warms me
Beckons me, charms me
Engulfs me, enpalms me
Home the womb of my birth

The lap of good earth
My merriment and mirth
My heaven and my hearth
Home the chord that pulls me

The core that lulls me
The centre that calls me
The cosmos that fills me
Home where the fires burn

Where the gyres turn
Where feelings churn
Where we err and learn
Home is all about righting and wronging

Loving and longing
Living alone and thronging
Believing and belonging
Dr. K. P. Kochhar
Deptt. of Physiology
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Confessions of a Wanderer…
A reverie, a dream fascinates me…
so do every dreamer's eyes,
I searched and found…
orchids among the cacti,
And I ended up mesmerized,
by life's true lies………
Like the smiling goodbye,
the melting snow delivers…
with a brilliant shine,
in the sunlight.
And after so many forest-fires
and falls, it has seen,
but the forest still flaunts
the same old smile.
The untrodden paths,
The undaunted hopes,
The dreams never pursued,
The quests never conquered.
Like a vine I wandered, before I realized..

“More or less similar are all lands”…
So why make wind the scapegoat?
when you carry a conscience of sand!....
Sometimes, fits of melancholy

gave me a high....
Sometimes, in moments of mirth,
staring at stars, I just lie....
Melody, malady, adoration, abhorrence,

ridicule or sublime..
It hardly matters, what did u buy?
but did you choose to “pay”?
or just enjoyed the price?
Sheetanshu
9th Semester, MBBS
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In My Songs
where do you find her
in my songs
it's her i describe there
oh its been so long
her smell fills my notebook
as the smell of ink
when i stood motionless
as she walked in pink
you fill my imagination
this creativity is you
this dream of togetherness
is nothing new
the days are few
i must find you
amidst my thoughts
in between those lines
in the misty grounds
and the golden skies
i wonder how the time flies
when it's about your beautiful eyes
clear as the morning sunrise
twinkling as the stars in the sky
read my words
see my thoughts
i am high
see what have i got
it's her , in every phrase
all over each and every page
she is the music , the lyrics of my song
it's certainly paid searching for so long
I have you now don't take me wrong
after all it's just a song
sometimes i still can smell you in this ink
and see you walking in pink
Dr. Ashutosh Naaraayan
Batch of 2002
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You.I.
You enjoy the sight and sound of lightning and thunder,
I don't.
You like to jump and dance in the rain,
I don't.
You like to sit in a warm, cozy bed and listen to the rain pour all night long,
I don't.
You like to sip coffee in a cold, wet day like today,
I don't.
You like to hold your sweetheart when you are frightened by the thunder,
I don't.
Why?? You ask…
I can't see any lightning that I would enjoy,

You can.
I can't jump or dance,
You can.
I live in a plastic sheet on a road,
You don't.
My bed is a torn sack,
Yours isn't.
I sit and wait all night long for the rain to stop, so that I can sleep,
You don't.
I'm not scared of thunder anymore,
Why?? You ask…
I'm poor, and I'm blind,

You aren't.
Gayatri Singh
3rd Semester, MBBS
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The Girl With The Mystic Smile

The writers were killed
The artists were killed
The dreamers are dead
The poets were killed
You survived the war
Waged by the egotists
You are the only light
In this dull mist
With your mystic smile
You raise the dead poet
With your charms
Many dreams, many hopes, you create
You are the rose
Spreading fragrance
With the message of love
With the message of god
Can't you be my shield
In my war against myself?
Can't you be my words my sword
Can't you be my dreams, my horse
Riding it I will win…
Dr. Arnab Kumar Ghosh
Intern
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If I knew…
If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep
I would tuck you in more tightly
And pray the lord, your soul to keep.

That I see you walk out of the door
I would give you a hug and kiss
And call you back for one more.

I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise
I would video tape each action and word
So I could play them back day after day.

I could spare an extra minute
To stop and say “I love you”
Instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

I would be there to share your day
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more
So I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow

To make up for an oversight
And we always get a second chance
To make everything just right.
There will always be another day

To say “I love you”
And certainly there's another chance
To say our, “Anything I can do?”
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But just in case I might be wrong

And today is all I get
I'd like to say how much I love you
And I hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone

Young or old alike
And today may be the last chance
You get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow

Why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes
You'll surely regret the day.
That you didn't take the extra time

For a smile, a hug, a sorry, or a kiss
And you were too busy to grant someone
What turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today

And whisper in their ear
Tell them how much you love them
And that you'll always hold them dear.
Take time to say “I m sorry”

“Please forgive me”, “Thank you”, or “It's ok”
And if tomorrow never comes
You'll have no regrets about today.
- Deepak Ghimirey
5th Semester,MBBS
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Why O Why
Why O Why I wish to weep

Drown my woes and fall asleep
Why O Why the mood is blue

The evening too is missing you
Why O Why the sun has gone

Leaving me alone, nostalgia prone
The bells toll, memories roll

Heavy hearts loll
Feeling go cold, eyes don't hold

Tears in their fold
Why O Why??
Sometime somewhere
A birth, a death, a cry, a breath
A bouquet, a wreath
Pleasure and pain in the vast main
Go on and on…
Go on and on…
Dr. K.P. Kochhar
Deptt. of Phusiology
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THE SHIPWRECK
The shipwreck has been retrieved
The captain is till alive…still alive…
Gazing at his darling…
A reflection. A retaliation. An effort…
An effort to reach the shore. Alive…
The moments are melting into memories
The memories into moments
The moments into memories
The memories into moments…
He. They.The ship. The shipwreck…
The sherry is diluted with brine.
Oh! The sea is filled with wine
The crew was desperate to rule the waters
The treasure island. The lost paradise
The triton-s did frown…
The Apollo-s did drown…
It was, it is…the death of a dream…
The words did flow to veil the poignancy…
With the ink of erythrin
With the quill of his might
Still alive…
The captain did rightly write
'Are we ready for the next voyage, sailor'
Silence…
'Say 'Aye Captain''
Silence…
'I understand…'
Yes! The captain did…but he is merciless…
The pain, the tears, the blood
Nothing matters to him. The crew knows
Or perhaps not…
The captain will start the journey
Where his strength ends, his End awaits…
- Komal Parmar
1st Semester,MBBS
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The Memoirs Of A Caprice...

In the nostalgia created
by a far receding tune,
In the pleasure and guilt inflicted
by my submissions to forbidden sins,
In the obsession generated
by all my imprudent whims,
I feel the tinge of your spell
just like a déjà-vu.
An epitome of deception,
you were for me..
Like a burning candle
behind the ground glass shield…
An assurance of your presence always,
But as elusive when tried to locate or achieve.
But things are only there,

Till they cease to be.
Luckily feelings wane,
And curiosity sets in..
So was it the spell of your aura?

Or just an expression
of an eccentric corner,
in my teeming brain?
Even the storyteller
would like to know…
Who was the protagonist
of this untold tale ?
Sheetanshu
9th Semester, MBBS
153
Hybrid Hues 2008-09
Dancing in the dark.....
Those stilt roots might be the savour of the magnificent banyan tree, giving refuge to her
but they weren't enough to act as pillars for her. Catherine always found solace sitting
under this childhood friend for she hardly had any other. The wayward stream
endeavoring to leave behind the masters of flight, today seemed still to her. She felt as it
her life was drowning like the copper coin in the scarlet sea.
She was brooding over her sketch as "Failure Personified”. “I am sick of your careless
attitude, Catherine. It's time you carved a niche for yourself,” said her widowed mother
and only companion.
"I am equally sick of your howling. Now I realize why Father preferred Jesus's abode to
this dungeon." She had never been so blunt but there was a sense of urgency in her which
made her spill out venom last night.
She couldn't bring up the uncanny visions she had been having for the past few weeks.
When the world was intoxicated with the honey and dew of slumber, she found her
subconscious trying had to keep pace with her flying feet heading to nowhere.
"Weirdo", "dumb", "eye-sore" - there was no dearth of titles bestowed upon her by her so-
called mates. But William was different, the only hope for her sinking canoe. They fell in
love. She wasn't sure if he would marry her & let her out of her haunting nights. Out of
utter desperation and agony she lay open her heart before him. Destiny, however, makes
you dance like no other mosquito. And William replied as any other man would have -
"The time is not ripe."
Cradled by the breeze she found herself sinking into the memories of the day he had
proposed to her.
"An end to all my longings," her heart rejoiced. There was a spell in the air, delicate petals
of innocent love fluttered all around. She read and re-read his first letter. Those six words
were her story. "For love, with love…Yours, William.”
There were no calculations, no theories involved, just pure love. William and Catherine
were indeed made for each other. It was her eighteenth birthday. The walk was longer than
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usual.
"Where are you leading me to?"
"Just wait and watch," said a beaming William.
There she stood under the mistletoe, her virgin heart surrendering to the most beautiful
thing that could ever have happened to her.
"I am incomplete without you, Catherine. I don't know if you love me as much as I do..."
"Sshhh..."
She found her lips moving closer to his, quenching her soul, filling the void within her. The
warmth of his breath buried the chill in the air. They were oblivious to the stars dancing in
the dark.
"I made a fool of myself,” she uttered for a hundredth time since she had stepped into this
alien world. Following the stars she was awakening the drowsy boulevard, her feet
leading her to nowhere.... till she caught right of the cemetery which unlike before seemed
to draw her closer step by step. An aura of tranquility, not a rustle of leaves, who knew
these would be the signs of impending vaccum..........
R.I.P.
In loving memory
of William Thurber
20-11-1983 to 8-12-2004
"How do I love thee
let me count the ways...........
I love thee with the
breaths, smiles and
tears to my life.
And if God choose
I shall but love thee
better after death"
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William, "Catherine's William", had died a year back. How could she not realize that he
never existed as a mortal for her? "The time isn't ripe......" Like a fallen leaf detached from
its sturdy mother, turning paler every second, Catherine could not till death apart from
life. Those twin sisters - one deceiving and transient, the other eternal and lucid. For the
first time her hand trembled for the clasp of her mother's lap, she wanted to scream her
heart out, soothe her anguish with a gush of tears.
How could she forget she didn't even deserve this? Which mother could have tolerated
such offending behavior from her daughter? She fell to her feet, all broken, trying to
summon her nerves and sinews. Fixed and heartless as a stone, she didn't even bother to
wipe her daughter's tears.
Out of the blue, their neighbor Victor knocked at the door. "The man who caused the
accident is caught. Catherine's body is ready for the burial.........."
"Mother, mother......... I am here.... talk to me…I am so....." She followed her body all the
way to come try watching it rest closer to her William.
Everyone had gone.....not a rustle of leaves.........
"The time is ripe and I am complete now…" William embraced Catherine... In the light of
the million stars and to the music of the wayward stream, they were dancing in the dark....
-Shweta Subhdarshni
3rd Semester
MBBS
156
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Hkksj gqbZ] eqxkZ cksyk]
yksxksa us U;wt pSuy [kksyk A
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vtc lh eqækvksa esa ,d ckck fojkteku gSa]
cksys] csVk ;ksx djks] ;ksx ls eqfDr dk ekxZ vklku gS A
lqcg ls nksigj rd pyrs jgs T;ksfr"k vkSj izopu]
nksigj esa U;wt ,adj cksyk]
uklk us <wa< fy;k gS] 'kfu xzg ij thou A
fQj vkbZ czsfdax U;wt ßuklk us trk;k ,srjktÞ
,adj cksyk gekjh Vhe dks irk pyk]
vesfjdk fNikuk pkgrk gS ;g jkt A
ßmBkvks vkkoktÞ fd;k ,d vkSj pSuy us vkàku]
iM+kslh eqYd dh lkft'k ls fQj gkj x;k [kyh igyoku A
,slh gh egRoiw.kZ ?kVukvksa esa gqbZ nksigj ls 'kke]
yksxksa us lkspk] cgqr gqvk] vc vk,axh [kcjsa reke A
izkbZe Vkbe esa ,d pSuy us fd;k inkZQk'k]
fLVax vkWijs'ku ls [kkst fudkyk]
ßfdlus [kkbZ ea=h th ds ykWu dh ?kklÞ
NkbZ luluh] gqbZ jkr]
,d vkneh cksyk] ge fn[kk,axs vkidks ^vkt rd* dh lcls [kwuh okjnkr]
is'k djrs gSa ge dkjukesa gSjrvaxst]
rHkh rks dgykrs gSa lcls vkxs] lcls rst A
;s Fkh vkt dh [kcjsa] ns[krs jfg, gesa yxkrkj
D;ksafd ge igq¡pkrs gSa vki rd] fcYdqy lgh lekpkj A
blh rjg pyrk jgk U;wt pSuyksa }kjk lkekftd mRFkku dk dke]
rks tYnh gh feysxk fdlh U;wt pSuy dks] lcls êauksjatd* pSuy dk buke A
dsru dqekj
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egkHkkjr
vkvks ns[ksa egkHkkjr vkt dh]
viuh ns[kks] u nqnZ'kk lekt dhA
gj fnu gksrh Hkh"e izfrKk]
rqPN fodV] dSlh gks leL;kA
nq[kh ugha gw¡ /k`rjk"Vª dh ykpkjh ls]

nq[kh gw¡] gj euqt es fNis xka/kkjh lsA
Mjrk gS gj dksbZ eafty dh ixM~Mh ls]
nwljksa ls ugha] Hkhrj ds f'k[kaMh lsA
,sls dìk o æks.k gS vk,]

pØO;wg dk Hksn u ik,A
ikapkyh lh gS gj ;qorh]
ifr] jrh] cnh] HkfDr ;k lrhA
nq;ksZ/ku lqu viekfur gksrk lq;ks/ku]

egkHkkjr Hkh fl[kykrh lgus dks 'kks"k.kA
bUæizLFk cu x;k gS [kkaMo ou]
fQj Hkh iwts tkrs gSa ikaMo tuA
iz'kkar flag
5th Semester, MBBS
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ft+Unxh
,s ft+Unxh dqN rks crk eq>s jkg fn[kk]
eq>s lp dh vksj ys tk AA
D;k mldk oks bdjkj lp Fkk]

;k mldk ;s budkj lp gS A
D;k clar dh egdh oks gok lp Fkh]
;k vkt ir>M+ ds lw[ks ;s iÙks lp gSaA
cjlkr Hkh vius vkus ls igys >jks[kksa dk lans'k nsrh gS
ij ;s rwQ+ku D;k vk;k] vius lkFk xhyh
feV+Vh dh oks egd rd ys x;kA
,s ft+Unxh dqN rks crk] eq>s jkg fn[kk]

eklwe psgjs dh oks g¡lh lp Fkh]

;k ml ij p<+k 'kjkQ+r dk ;s udkc lp]
/kwi esa Nk;k ds leku mldk oks I;kj lp]
;k lnZ jkrksa esa d¡ikus okyh ;s cjlkr lp gS
mlds bdjkj ij vk¡[kksa dh oks ueh lp Fkh]
;k mlds bUdkj ij ;s vk¡lw lp gSaA
,s ftUnxh dqN rks crk] eq>s jkg fn[kk]

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vdsys iRFkj ij cSBdj igjks esjh jkg rduk D;k oks lp Fkk]
;k lc ds lkFk feydj esjs I;kj dk ;w¡ et+kd cukuk ;s lp gSA
esjh ,d vkg rd ij mldh oks rM+i lp Fkh
;k vkt vk¡lqvksa ds leqæ esa Mwc tkus ij esjh ryk'k
rd u djuk&;s lp gSA
Qwyksa ls lts oks iy lp Fks
;k dk¡Vs fc[kjh ;s ft+Unxh lp gSA
;s ft+Unxh dqN rks crk] eq>s jkg fn[kk]

esjh ,d vkokt lquus ds fy, ?kaVks bart+kj

djuk & D;k oks lp Fkk]
;k vkt esjs ckr djus ij tckc rd u nsuk lp gSA
mlds I;kj Hkjs oks [kr lp Fks]
;k vtuch lh mldh ;s ut+js lp gSaA
eq>ls u feyus ij gqbZ oks csdjkjh lp Fkh]
;k vkt esjs lkeus gksus ij Hkh] vutkuksa lk
mldk ;s LOkHkko lp gS A

eq>s ns[krs gh psgjs ij vkbZ mldh oks eqLdku lp Fkh]

;k vkt esjk ft+dj rd gksus ij ml psgjs
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ij vkbZ oks f'kdu lp gS A

vius nksLrksa ls esjh rkjhQ+s djuk lp Fkk]
;k vkt mUgha ds lkeus eq>s csbT+t+r djuk lp gS A
esjh rLohjsa ns[kdj esjk oks nhnkj lp Fkk]
;k esjh lwjr ns[kdj ut+jsa pqjk ysuk lp gS A

mlds lkFk ns[ks gq, oks lius lp Fks]

;k mlds fcuk ohjku ;s ft+Unxh lp gS A
mlds ikl gksus ij Hkh mls [kks nus dk oks Mj lp Fkk
;k vkt mlds ykSV vkus dh ;s mEehn lp gS A
vkSj dqN ugha rks de ls de ;s rks crk
D;k esjk oks I;kj lp Fkk]
;k mldh ;s csoQkbZ lp gS A

ik[kh xks;y
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MBBS
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ekVh dh xqfM;k
cgqr esgur ls rS;kj dh x;h] oks ekVh dh xqfM;k
,d ,d vax tSls ped mBk Fkk mlds ru ij A
mÙke gh og dke Fkk]
Åapk mldk nke Fkk]
mRlkg vkt reke Fkk]
vkjke vkt gjke Fkk]
n'kZdksa esa ppkZ vke Fkk]
xzkgdksa esa bd laxzke Fkk A
Åaps ls Åaps Hkko ik jgh Fkh vkt ekVh dh xqfM;k
fdruh mEehn yxk;s cSBk Fkk dkjhxj A
xqfM+;k dks dksbZ ys tk;sxk]
cf<+;k dher ns tk;sxk]
oks lc dqN ?kj ys tk;sxk]
cPpksa dks dqN ns ik;sxk]
mldk vaxuk Hkj tk;sxk]
vkt lkjk ?kj eqLdjk;sxk A
dkjhxj ds lius ns[kdj cgqr [kq'k Fkh ekVh dh xqfM;k
pgd jgh Fkh] egd jgh Fkh]
ped jgh Fkh] ned jgh Fkh]
ij funZ;h fu;rh dks u tku ldk dksbZ]
ml HkhM+ esa og psgjk u igpku ldk dksbZ A
cl dgus dks bd /kDdk Hkj Fkk]
ij dkjhxj ds liuksa dk ?kj Fkk]
I;kjh xqfM;k dk dksey lj Fkk]
ij oks rks cl bd /kDdk Hkj Fkk]
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HkhM+ Hkjh vkSj NaV x;h]

FkksM+h lkaRouk feyh vkSj caV Hkh x;h]
f[kykSus rks vkSj Hkh Fks] fcd Hkh x;s]
ij tks'k ds ?kksM+s dqN :d ls x;s]
ns[kh u tk jgh Fkh n'kk ml fouk'k dh]
fdlls djs f'kdk;r fu;rh ds bl migkl dh A
ykSVrs gq;s viuh xBjh dks [kksyk dkjhxj us]
ca/kh&ca/kh xqfM;k dqN vkSj VwV x;h Fkh]
,d ckag Hkh /kM+ ls vc VwV pqdh Fkh]
,d&,d vax dks ns[k jgk Fkk dkjhxj]
D;k dgsa] D;k u dgs ;s lksp jgk Fkk dkjhxj A
eu esa dqN fujk'kk Fkh] dgha&dgha dqN jks"k Fkk]
cgqr vkos'k esa vkdj Qsad fn;k mls]
vjs ! Hkyk blesa xqfM;k dk D;k nks"k Fkk A
Hkys gh gj jax] gj vax] vc ikuh esa cgrk tk jgk Fkk]
ij rkykc ds fdukjs mlh Hkko ds lax]
iM+k&iM+k mldk eq[k eqLdqjk jgk Fkk A
oks 'kk;n futhZo Fkh] dqN dg u ldh] dgrh Hkh rks D;k]
u tkus mls dSlk yx jgk gksxk A
fdukjs ij iM+h&iM+h]
?kqy x;h] ?kqy x;h]
vkt fQj ekVh gks x;h]
cspkjh ekVh dh xqfM;k]
I;kjh ekVh dh xqfM;k
dksey ijekj
1st Semester, MBBS
163
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eqgCcr dh nkLrka
mUgsa ns[kk vkSj ns[krs gh jg x;s]
esjh /kM+du esa mBk dksbZ rwQ+ku Fkk 'kk;nA
oks pys x;s gesa ,d utj ns[kdj]
vius gqLu ij mUgsa cgqr xqeku Fkk 'kk;nAA
nnZ cgqr gqvk bl fny esa]
fuxkgksa ij mudh dRy dk bYtke Fkk 'kk;nA
blh rjg gksrk gS b'd ysfdu]
esjk fny FkksM+k uknku Fkk 'kk;nAA
cSpsuh c<+ xbZ Fkh gn ls ikj]
esjs uke ;s rUgkbZ dk Qjeku~ Fkk 'kk;nA
djrk Hkh D;k eSa mUgsa ;kn djus ds flok]
eSa iwjh rjg muls vutku~ Fkk 'kk;nAA
eqykdkr gqbZ fQj muls dbZ ckj]
[kqnk eq> ij cgqr esgjcku Fkk 'kk;nA
tc bdjkj fd;k eSaus vius I;kj dk]
mudk fny cgqr gSjku Fkk 'kk;nAA
fQj dcwy dh mUgksaus pkgr gekjh]
mUgsa esjs fny ij ,rckj Fkk 'kk;nAA
lko¡jey [kks[kj
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ßmls lks tkus nksÞ

Fkd x;k gS jkgh] mls lks tkus nks A
vc pyuk nq"dj gS] mls lks tkus nks AA
dne&nj&dne dk¡Vksa ls >qylk gS oks A
FkksM+k lqdwu vk tk,] mls lks tkus nks AA
vka[kksa esa vkl fy,] >idh ugha gS iydsa A
vka[k u Hkj vk,] mls lks tkus nks AA
jkLrs dh vka/kh ls] lu x;k gS ru mldk A
t+jk rwQku Fke tk,] mls lks tkus nks AA
eafty dh pkg esa] cgqr nwj rd pyrk jgk A
vc Hkh lQj gS ckdh] mls lks tkus nks AA
,slk ugha fd gkSlyk iLr gks x;k gS A
FkksM+k eu mnkl gS] mls lks tkus nks AA
nqfu;ka ds gj jax ls] okfdQ gks pqdk gS oks A
[kqn csjax u gks tk,] mls lks tkus nks AA
cgqr lgk gS mlus] vHkh vkSj Hkh lguk gS A
FkksM+h fgEer vk tk,] mls lks tkus nks AA
lius mlds] lQj esa ihNs [kks x, gSa A
u, lius lt tk,] mls lks tkus nks AA
eafty rd vkrs&vkrs 'kk;n lkal VwV tk, A
vHkh mlesa lkals gS] mls lks tkus nks AA
dqN ugha ekaxk dHkh] lQ+j esa dkjoka ls A
jkgh dh Qfj;kn gS] mls lks tkus nks AA
iadt oekZ
9th Semester, MBBS
165
Hybrid Hues 2008-09
fcgkj esa d k sl h
dk dg j
lnk ns'k ij Nk;k jgrk] vink foink dk nkSj

vc =klnh >sy jgs gSa] Hkqt vkSj d'ehj ds yksx
bl ckj vk;h ns[kks] ckjh esjs fcgkj dh]
usiky rd ls yk;h ikuh] dkslh unh fogkj dh
iz'u fpUg us feVk fn;k] uke 'kkar izkar dk
,d jkr es cny fn;k] uD'kk iwjs izkar dk
lM+d xfy;kjsa vkSj ixMaMh] lc ty eXu gks x;k
l`f"V dk jfp;rk tkus] dgka /;ku eXu gks x;k]
lhek lkjh yka?k x;s] vkt fdukjs dkslh ds]
thou yhyk yhy x;s] oks cgrs /kkjs dkslh ds
NksVk&cM+k] vehj&xjhc] tkuoj cstqcku rd]
gkgkdkj vkSj phRdkj] lge x;s] jghe&jke rd]
tks Mjrs Fks ikuh ls] oks rSj jgs Fks ikuh ij]
yk[kksa ?kj ijoku p<+s] dkslh rsjh tokuh ij]
dqN Qwy x;s Fks ikuh esa] dqN Mwc x;s Fks ikuh esa]
dqN us viuk cpiu [kks;k] dqN gq, cjckn tokuh esa]
mezHkj ikuh dks rjls] vkSj ikuh&ikuh gks x;s]
[kk;k ikuh] vks<+k ikuh] vkSj ikuh esa gh [kks x;s]
gj yk'k Qwyrh x;h] ctu c<+rk x;k]
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dqnjr dh ek;k ns[kks] ikuh p<+rk x;k]

ftu isM+ksa ij >wys yxs Fks] rSj jgs Fks mu ij vkt]
HksM+] cdjh vkSj i'kq&eos'kh] rSj jgs Fks feydj vkt]
ugha fdlh dks Hkw[k yxh Fkh] uk Hkw[kksa ejus dk Mj]
dgha isM+ksa ij dgha Nrksa ij] uk vuk;kl fxjus dk Mj]
?kj esa ikuh ;k ?kj ikuh esa] vUnkt yxkuk eqf'dy Fkk]
ekSr rsjs fdrus psgjs] fglkc yxkuk eqf'dy Fkk]
lklsa ftudh Fke xbZ] oks vktkn gks x;s]
tks rM+i jgs etcwj ls] oks cjckn gks x;s]
dksbZ :drs&:drs cg x;k] dkbZ xkM+h esa Qlka jg x;k]
daVhyh >kfM+;k] eklwe yx jgh Fkh vkt]
lgkjk nsrh <+k<+l ca/kkrh] eka yx jgh Fkh vkt]
nSR;kdkj cgko ds vkxs] eerk dh fgEer VwV x;h
eka dh mxayh lh oks Mkyh] uUgsa gkFk ls NwV x;h
;FkkFkZ] fuLokFkZ] ijekFkZ] vkSj d`rkFkZ
xhrk] dqjku] ckbcy] lc fu'kCn gq, ikFkZ
[kk xbZ lSdM+kas cpiu] eneLr tokuh dkslh dh
ogykrh] mQurh ;Fkkog] csoDr tokuh dkslh dh
csyxke mQurh /kkjk ds] fcgkj v/kwjk jg x;k
cgu&HkkbZ ;k eka&csVk] lc I;kj v/kwjk jg x;k
D;ksa gqvk dSls gqvk] ;s tkudj djuk D;k
xyrh fdldh] Hkqxrk fdlus] ;s tkudj djuk D;k
jksVh] diM+k] :i;k&iSlk] gj laHko iz;kl djsa
nq[kh eu esjk] fourh djrk] en+n ysdj fcgkj pysa
Mh-ds- xksEcj
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ns'kizseh
gq, bl ns'k esa tks iSnk] 'kqØ ge vnk djsaxs]
gS ftlus gesa cuk;k] eq>s mldk gS lgkjk]
lkjs tgka ls vPNk fgUnksLrka gekjk A
;s xfnZ'kksa ds esys tgka esa de uk gksxsa]

gesa lcls gSa eqgCcr ;gh y{; gS gekjk A
esjs ns'k izsfe;ksa tehj rks lEHkkyks] fd oru gS ve`r]

nsuk eqYd dks lgkjk
gks oru ls lcdks mYQr gS ;s vkjtw gekjk

gS txg fnyksa esa [kkyh muesa Hkj nks I;kj lkjk
u fleV ldsxh fQj ls] esjs nksLrksa fc[kj dj]

;s uktqd gS fj'rk ds ftUnxh dk lkjk
og [kq'kuqek oru gS] fd ygd&egd jgk gS]

vc fny rks ns fn;k gS tku gS xokjk
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nsrs fny ls gS lykeh gkFkksa dks mBkdj

lj dcz ls Åapk ds ;s ns'k gS gekjk
ds oru ;s tku nsuk dgka lcdks ;s vkrk gS
esjs ckiw us ns[kks] bl eqYd dks gS lokajk]
tks oru ij tku nh gS] og lnk vxj jgsxk]

og ygw iqdkjrk gS] >M+k Å¡pk jgs gekjkA
eS pqi u jg ladwxk] tks oru is vkap vkbZ]
gS ^^fQjksts** tgka dq[kka vxj oru us iqdkjkA
tks oru ij tku nh gS] og lnk vxj jgsxk]

og ygw iqdkjrk gS] >.Mk Å¡pk jgs gekjkA
eS pqi u jg ladwxk] tks oru is vkap vkbZ]
gS ^^fQjksts** tgka dq[kka vxj oru us iqdkjkA
eksgEen fQjkst dqjlr

gkWLVy uañ 2
169
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D;k ge brus
ukle> gSa \
vaxzstksa us ges detksj fd;k] fgUnw eqlyeku esa ck¡V dj]
ukle> fl) fd;k geus [kqn dks] vius gh HkkbZ&cU/kqvksa dks ekj dj !
xn~nh ij cSB gekjs gh ns'k ds usrk]

rksM+rs gSa Hkkjrh; ,drk !
dHkh D;k geus lkspk] vkf[kj D;k fudyk urhtkA

ej jgh gS vke turk] jkt dj jgk gS pkpk ;k Hkrhtk !
ck¡V dj /keZ] tkfr] izns'k ds uke ij]

thrrs gSa pquko ;s usrk] turk dks HkM+dk dj !
vkvksa tjk [kksys viuh le> ds }kj]

vkSj ns[ksa tjk izR;{k ds ikj !
djs tks usrk Hkkjrh; ,drk ij okj]

pquko esa feys mls Hkkjh gkj !
Mkñ vk'khek xks;y

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esjh foMEcuk
fny us D;k pkgk vkSj D;k ik;k \
tks ikl Fkk lq[k&pSu lc xaok;kA
iwNrs gSa yksx gels D;k gqvk rqEgkjs lkFk]
jgus yxs rqe tks brus mnklAA
?ksjs gSa vc rks gesa ;knsa csfglkc]
tkus D;ksa yxk, cSBsa gS vc Hkh] rqEgkjs ykSV vkus dh vklA
vdlj rugkb;k¡ iwNrh gSa gekjk gky]
fQj dgrh gSa [kkeksf'k;ka&dqN Hkh rks ugha gS esjs ikl fQygkyAA
gj 'kke rsjh ;kn lrk,]
tc chrs oks yEgsa ;kn vk,A
rsjs ckjs esa lkspdj oks 'kekZuk]
rsjk uke lqudj pgd tkukAA
eq>s pk¡n ls Hkh T+;knk lqanj crkuk]
vkSj fQj eq> fcu viuh ft+Unxh ohjku crkukA
rsjs tkus ij tkus fdruh jkrsa xqelqe chrh]
tkus fdrus fljgkus xhys gq, !
;kn vkrs gSa rsjs lkFk fcrk, oks iy]
lkFk Fkk tc rw esjs gjneA
pksjh fNis rq>s ;w¡ ns[kuk]
vkSj irk py tkus ij rq>s rqjar ut+jsa QsjukA
vc rks dkVs ugha dVrs ;ss fnu]
dSls fcrkÅ¡xh viuh ;s ft+Unxh vc rsjs fcu !
oDr us dSlk vtc [ksy gS ;s [ksyk]
fd chr pyh gekjs feyu dh oks csykA
lwuk i<+k gS ft+Unxh dk ;s esyk]
esys esa ;s fny vdsykAA
ik[kh xks;y
3rd Semester, MBBS
171
Hybrid Hues 2008-09
esjk I;kj&lk{kh
lk{kh gS Hkxoku esjs I;kj dk]
fd esjk I;kj lk{kh gSA
lk{kh gS ;s lek cgkj dk]
fd esjh ?kM+du lk{kh gSA
fny dh t:jrsa gS lk{kh]
fny dh vkokt lk{kh gSA
mxrk lwjt gS lk{kh]
iwue dk pkan lk{kh gSA
gj t[e dk ejge gS lk{kh]
gj egfQy dh ;kn lk{kh gSA
va/ksjs esa mtkyk gS lk{kh]
fujk'kk esa vk'kk dh Qfj;kn lk{kh gSA
Qwyksa dh [kq'kcw gS lk{kh]
lkou dh c;kj lk{kh gSA
thou dk ve`r gS lk{kh]
lknxh dk fu[kkj lk{kh gSA
uQjr is dgj gS lk{kh]
pkgr Hkh gka ;kj ! lk{kh gSA
xeksa esa lgkjk gS lk{kh]
[kqf'k;ksa dk uke lk{kh gSA
lk{kh ds fcuk D;k gS thus esa]
ft+Unxh dk uke lk{kh gSA
lk{kh gS Hkxoku esjs I;kj dk
fd esjk I;kj lk{kh gSA
lko¡jey [kks[kj
1st Semester, MBBS
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Qklyk
eq>esa vkSj rq esa ;s
Qklyk D;ksa gS \
ge ,d ls gSa ij]
fQj ;s fxyk D;ksa gS \
gS eq>esa tquwu ;s]

thus dk ij eq>esa
csclh ykpkjh dk ;s]
flyflyk lk D;ksa gS \
gj dne ij esjs]
lkFk gS rw gj iy
ij eSa vkxs] rw lk;s lk
ihNs Nqirk D;ksa gS
gS ;s esjh gLrh
rq>ls gh oQk ikrh
ij eSa bruk ex:j] rw
bruk etcwj D;ksa gS \
ge nksuksa gh vDlj
gS Hkw[k ls fcy[krs]
ij esjs gkFk esa jksVh]
rsjs gkFk] ;s ikuh D;ksa gS \
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Hybrid Hues 2008-09
bd fnu nksuksa dh fuxkgsa

/kqa/kyh gks tk,saxh
ij esjs ikl ;s p'ek
rsjs ikl ykBh D;ksa gS \
oDr dh rst /kwi

nksuksa dks gh Ndkrh gS
ij rsjs psgjs ij
;s >qfjZ;ka lh D;ksa gS \
eSa Hkh balk

rw Hkh balk
ij rsjs ikl gh
;s balkfu;r D;ksa gS \
eSa [kq'k ugha] lc dqN ikdj

vkSj rw dqN u ikdj]
vkf[kj esa ;s vatke
;s eqdke] ,d&lk D;ksa gS \
iadt oekZ
9th Semester
MBBS
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ohj Hkxr flag
NksVh lh mez esa gh oks] ckrsa cM+h&cM+h djrk Fkk]
vius ns'k esa xqyke jgs D;wa] jkst fry&fry ejrk Fkk A
xqykeh esa ugha thuk gS] ;gh ckr fny esa Hkjh Fkh cl]
vktkn Hkkjr dh iwjh rLohj] vka[kksa esa clh Fkh cl A
vieku dk ?kwaV ih u ldk] rks ekjh lkMalZ dks xksyh]
lkgl ns[kks ohjksa dk] ljs vke [ksyh ;s gksyh A
lkMalZ ugha ml xksyh ls rks] LdkV dks ejuk Fkk]
ykyk th dh ekSr dk] dqN dtkZ pqdrk djuk Fkk A
jksysV fu;e ds fojks/k esa] ,lsEcyh esa Qsadk ce]
cksys fxj¶rkj dj yks gesa] Hkkx ugha jgs gSa ge A
fxj¶rkj djds Hkstk tsy] fQj eqdnek pyk;k x;k]
tqeZ tks fd;k ugha] mlesa mUgsa Qalk;k x;k A
dqN xn~nkjksa dh xokgh] vkSj Qkalh dk ,yku fd;k]
'kgknr dk tTck D;k dfg;s] dcwy lhuk rku fd;k A
firk fd'kuflag us pkgk] jge dh vthZ fy[k nw¡]
csVs dh Qkalh Vy tk;s] ,slh dqN vthZ fy[k nw¡ A
Hkxr rM+i dj cksy mBk] ugha firkth jgus nks]
Hkkjr eka us cjlksa lgk gS] FkksM+k gesa Hkh lgus nks A
,d fnu csVs ls feyus] eka igqap x;h tsy esa]
dgha Hkxr gkjk rks ugha] vktknh ds [ksy esa A
ns[kdj gkyr dks mldh] eka dh vka[ksa Hkj vk;h]
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Hybrid Hues 2008-09
;wa rks fgEer Fkh cgqr] ij vka[ksa Fkh ds Hkj vk;h A

csVk cksyk] eka D;k gqvk] D;ksa rsjh vka[kksa esa vkalw]
;s csVk vius ns'k dks ns ns] iksNa ys vka[kksa ls vkalw]
ns[krs&ns[krs oks eugwl fnu Hkh vk x;k]
tsy D;k] ykgkSj D;k] Hkkjr esa ekre Nk x;k A
24 ekpZ 1931 dh rkjh[k vkus dks Fkh]
Hkkjr eka ds csVksa dks] vxszath gqdwer [kkus dks Fkh A
nhokjksa ls lj QksM+dj] ngkM+ jgk Fkk 'ksj]
vaxszth 'kklu dk lhuk QkM+ jgk Fkk 'ksj A
ßHkxr flag ftUnkcknÞ ds ukjs] vkSj xwat mBk ykgkSj] 'kksjepk gj vksj
sdy Qaklh u gksus nsaxs] lqyx mBk ykgkSj A
vaxzsth 'kklu us ns[kk] ns'k dh gkyr dks]
ns[kdj ?kcjk x;s] ykxksa ds tTckr dks A
dy ds ctk; Qklh vkt] ;s Qjeku lquk fn;k]
Hkxr flag dk [kkSQ ns[kks] 'kklu dh tM+ksa dks fgyk fn;k A
jktxq:] lq[knso] Hkxrflag dks vkns'k lquk, x;s]
irk ugha fdl feV~Vh ds cus Fks] lc galrs gq, ik;s x;s A
dgus yxs pyks vkt ns nks] dy dk ,rckj D;k]
dgha xksjksa dk eu cny u tk,] xksjksa dh ljdkj D;k A
ftUnxh vkSj ekSr ds njE;ka] fxuh&pquh lkals iM+h Fkh]
vfUre {k.kksa esa tkfye us Hkh xhrk i<+h Fkh A
tsy dks fgykdj j[k fn;k] vktknh ds ukjksa us]
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lj >qdkdj ekVh dks pwek] ns'k ds nqykjksa us A

jax ns calrh tedj xk;k] dne c<+s 'kgknr dh vksj]
cksys vaxsztksa ;s D;k gS] felky nks rkdr dh vkSj A
vkxs c<+dj xys feyk] fQj pwek Qkalh dk Qank]
iwjk fo'okl Qkalh ds ckn] feV tk;sxk vaxzsth /ka/kk A
Qank Mkyk [kqn gh xys esa] vkSj x;k lwyh is p<+]
I;kj ls tYykn dks cksyk] vktk I;kjs vkxs c<+ A
bUlku dks ekjus okyk vkt] Fkj&Fkj dkai jgk Fkk]
vkt ;s D;k djuk iM+sxk] [kqn gh Hkkai jgk Fkk]
vkt vkSjksa dks :ykus okyk [kqn Hkh jks jgk Fkk A
fczfV'k 'kklu dk tqYe] dU/kksa is <ks jgk Fkk]
fQj oks gqvk tks dHkh fy[k ugha ikÅaxk eSa]
,d fgUnqLrkuh gw¡] ugha c;ka dj ikÅxk esa A
fQj ls u ftUnk gks tk;s dagh] blfy, VqdM+ks es ltk;k x;k]
vkSj lryqt nfj;k esa mudks] drjk&drjk cgk;k x;k A
rc gqbZ Økafr gj ?kj esa] vkSj xksjksa dks tkuk iM+k]
Hkkjr ds chjksa dk fdLlk] yUnu eas [kqn Hkh lqukuk iM+k A
t; fgUn] t; Hkkjr
Mh-ds- xksEcj
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;s flre
esjk xfnZ'k ls cpus dk dksbZ rks gy crk nsrk]
eksgCcr ls rks iwNk Fkk eksgCcr ls ltk nsrk A
uk xe dk dqN irk gksrk u b'ds xj [krk gksrk]
eksgCcr gqLu ds tSlk vxj ge dks irk gksrk A
pyk dj rhj utjksa dks uk ?kk;y xj fd;k gksrk]
rks bUlk egcwcs mYQr ds rlCcqj esa ugha [kksrk A
uk eq>lk vkf'kds gksrk uk mu lk dkfrys gksrk]
eksgCcr xj mUgsa gksrh] dgka fQj Qklyk gksrk A
vxj gksrk eqdn~nj esa rks lc dqN fey x;k gksrk]
peu ds mtM+s lkou esa rcLlqe fey x;k gksrk A
eq>s f'kdok u Fkk muls] u dksbZ nq[k gqvk gksrk]
eqgCcr ls eqgCcr esa vxj jkgs oQk gksrk A
eqgCcr fny ls u djrs] vthesa og xqukg gksrk]
eSa fy[krk [kwu ls mudks Qlkuk xj dgk gksrk A
tQkvksa esa oQk gksrk u bUlk csoQk gksrk]
dle gS tkus] fQjkst dh taeh ij Hkh [kqnk gksrk A
eksgEen fQjkst dqjlr

gkWLVy uañ 2
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fQrjr
tkurk gw¡ ftUnxh lc dqN ugha nsrh]
fQj Hkh gj vkjtw dk bartkj djrk gw¡ AA
tkurk gw¡ gj 'k[l dk bLrseky gksrk gS]

fQj Hkh gj 'k[l ls eSa I;kj djrk gw¡ AA
tkurk gw¡ fj'rs vDlj csoQk gksrs gSa]

fQj Hkh gj fj'rs ij ,rckj djrk gw¡ AA
tkurk gw¡ ikd ugha gSa nqfu;k dh ut+js]

fQj Hkh gj ut+j dk eS nhnkj djrk gw¡ AA
tkurk gw¡ lQ+j esa lc ihNs NwV tkrs gSa]

fQj Hkh bd gelQj dh ryk'k djrk gw¡ AA
tkurk gw¡ ßft+UnxhÞ rsjs fy, eSa dqN Hkh ugha

ij esjs fy, rw ^lc dqN* bdjkj djrk gw¡ AA
iadt oekZ
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Hybrid Hues 2008-09
yqdkNqih
esjs fny esa Nqi x, Fks] bu nks vka[kksa us u ns[kk]
gj txg <wa<k rqEgsa] fny ds >jks[kksa esa uk ns[kkA
esjs fny ds xhr esa Fks] esjs fny ds izhr esa Hkh]
jkst xk, xkus eSaus] vius xhrksa esa u ns[kkA
esjs iydksa esa cls Fks] vk¡lw cuds cg jgs Fks]
uhan cuds rqe Fks vk,] eSus liuksa esa u ns[kkA
thr esa Fks] gkj esa Fks] cUnxh esa] I;kj esa Fks]
efLtn&vks&efUnj esa [kkstk] ?kj ds dksuksa esa u ns[kkA
vjuc dqekj ?kks"k &ûkfnj*
Intern
[krk
esjh D;k [krk Fkh bl [krk ls igys]
rwus Hkh xe fn, csoQk ls igysA
rq>s D;k irk fd [kq'kh D;k gksrh gS]
dkSu lh cgkj Fkh bl [khatk ls igysA
ekSr ls Mj ugha ftUnxh ls Mj gS]
ejk D;ksa ugha eSa bl lt+k ls igysA
[kqnk Hkh [kq'k ugha] oQk u ns ldk]
ekSr ns ldrk Fkk] bl nxk ls igysA
HkVds tk jgh gS fcuk uk[kqnk ds]
d'rh D;k u Mwch uk[kqnk ls igysA
vjuc dqekj ?kks"k &ûkfnj*
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AABHA DIVYA
Vivacious, Fun and a straight-forward person. The life of parties with an effervescent attitude, she
exudes happiness. It's very difficult to feel sad around her. She has done everything; from riding a bike,
excelling in research to playing tennis.
AKSHAT WAHAL (Bikaner; 27 th April)

This guy from Bikaner with his charming looks was the heartthrob of many girls( and apparently some
guys too!). Infact, there was an actual "Akshat Wahal Fan- Club" in the girls hostel. An excellent dancer, he
displayed his skills in many P- waves and then crowned it with his own creation in 2005.Salsa champion
of Delhi in 2006, he seriously wants to pursue this version of the dance some time in his life. Blessed with
an over efficient liver, he could be seen after many a parties with a bottle and a glass in hand lamenting"
Hit nahi kar rahi daaru yaar".A self-professed foodie, he loves madrasi food...has his heart in Onco-
Surgery and is currently sweating it out for the PG entrance exams.
AMBARISH PANDEY (a.k.a pondy, amby)
This guy from Varanasi has a tremendous ability to irritate and interest people at the same time. His
impulsive nature has lead to many unforeseen consequences for his friends. He is known for his long
lasting friendships (yes you know what we are talking about) and as one of the highlights of the
AIIMS basketball team. Has a very old habit of mixing fact with fiction and is one of the few people
who can be extremely laid back at times and can also study for extensive periods. He plans to become
a cardiologist in the lands of Obama and will no doubt be successful in his efforts.
AMOL RAHEJA (aka doctor)

He is a happy-go-lucky Punjabi hailing from the Jatland of Hissar. The very first thing you notice about
him is his big, good natured smile and his ability to lighten up everyone's mood by his nonstop
futtas...whether good or bad but is sure to make you laugh.Extremely popular for his fundas, he is well
sought after by juniors before exams. Big foodie and movie buff and loves sports..especially basketball
which he has been playing since he joined the institute.Although known for his laziness, he proved to
be a very efficient Vice-Prsident of the batch.He has a passion for Cardiology and plans to pursue
Medicine in India itself.
ANAMAY NARAYAN SHARMA (a.k.a gay, Bihari, ana )
The very definition of a Bihari master strategist he is almost universally liked. Well renowned due
to his ever enlarging waist line, ever changing sexual orientation and intentional idiotic questioning.
Likes to call himself single and has been known to make vague sexual noises even when his 'uncle' is
visiting. He will always be remembered for his fearless leadership and organizational capabilities as
S.U president 2006-2007.
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ANAND KUMAR
This guy from the land of Laloo, is all about being meticulous and sincere...one of the best CRs the batch
had, he fixed numerous classes as well as attended all of them, sometimes alone also..always found in a
neatly ironed shirt and trousers with his hair setperfectly in place...but not known to many, he's a major
movie buff and can be seen inhabiting the TV room for hours together sometimes.. loves to profess his
principles and fundas, which can be quite interesting at times... a very stubborn person otherwise, its
tough to budge him from his stand without a solid explanation..planning to fly to greener pastures and
pursue medicine in US..his sincerity and perseverance is bound to take him places..
ANANTH KESAV VELLIMANA (a.k.a velli, nandu,)
This lumbering giant from Kerala has all the qualities that a person requires for a successful future.
Extreme academic proficiency with great clarity of what he wants in life distinguish him from the
rest (apart from the large number of medals that is). He is a bit of a chat and messaging junkie and
his unforgettable moments include his often unintentional Hindi goofups and his legendary annual
size battles with Anamay. He is known to fly off the handle on the slightest provocation and argues
incessantly afterwards. He is headed for foreign waters in his quest to become a neurosurgeon.
ANUBHA RATHI (aka anu,ana,rathi,roti)
The song ' Dont worry, be happy' was written for Anubha. No matter what problems come her way,
adopting this policy, she smoothly sails through them. Her favourite punch line is 'This too shall pass'. A
fiercely loyal, caring and empathetic friend, she has been known as the balancing factor among her crazy
friends. But make no mistake, when she gets 'crazy', then God help those around her. A very difficult person
to get to know at first but once you penetrate that shell of hers, you will find a very sensitive, trustworthy
and ambitious person. Not known to many,this "clean freak' actually mops her room with turpentine and
wipes her table with alcohol swabs!!! Passions are writing, chatting, sleeping , eating... and not to mention
treating patients.. Currently working hard to crack the AIIMS PG exam.. May God bless her..
ARNAB KUMAR GHOSH (a.k.a. 'Kaala')
Arguably the most eccentric member of the AIIMS Bengali lineage. His many talents include painting,
poetry, a knack for languages and (singing?!). Armed with a painfully slow speech and deceptively
shabby demeanor, his ability to win arguments and convince anyone of his point of view earned him
the title of 'Baba'. Finance secy of a very successful Pulse 2006. Despite having guided many a 'lost
soul' with his brand of wisdom, has yet to figure out his own purpose in life.
ASHWANI BANSAL
This happy-go-lucky dude from Rajasthan is one of the coolest people in the institute. His ability to
get along with everyone, and very well at that, is the second most famous fact about him – the most
famous being his MAMC associations!! A TV buff with a penchant for all things food, his talent for
escaping internship duties is much admired and fervently wished for!! Currently working towards a
PG seat – all the best!!
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BRIJESH TAKKAR
A self-proclaimed God of toxic fattas, his hostel floor is the epicenter of the AIIMS PJ Club. He has been in a
constant state of war against his tummy which inspite of his Herculean efforts has always shown the true
spirit of a phoenix by rising from the ashes everytime. Hates Hindi movies, but somehow remembers every
one of those cheesy '90s tracks and torments his entire wing by playing them on his mammoth speakers. His
colossal media library, with more than 10000 songs, has churned out soundtracks for our choreos and P-
Wave 2005. After three consecutive P-Waves, he can easily handle the lighting console at a rock show. Has an
unusual fascination for people's ears and has done an unofficial research on the consistencies of earlobes.
Loves to play football and runs like one. This MBBS entrance topper of the batch after cruising through
MBBS easily, he is well into his routine as a JR in AIIMS. Cheers !!
JATINDER GOYAL (a.k.a. Jatin)

Imagine this hypothetical world where the conventional was unconventional and the normal was abnormal.
Where everything was so simple, yet in its own way unique. This guy would surely be the king of such a
world. Unconventional baniya keen on spending. One of the most chilled out persons, lives by 'tension lene
ka nahi, dene ka'. Current record holder of pissing off people just by laughing, ardent reader, even more
enthusiastic traveller, one of the toughest persons who came out victorious in 2nd proff against all odds. Has
irritating logic for each and every thing, it is pretty tough to win an argument with him. His achievements are
well known even by telecoms let alone puny peds and pharma. Can be overheard 'kya fark padta hai
yaaar'(often by doing something which really does). All the best to this future investment banker.
KARTAVYA SHARMA (a.k.a Kart, Frustarvya)
This lanky, fair delhite holds the record of breaking the most number of hearts (of members of both
the sexes). Has been a topper throughout (Was DPMT-1). He is an integral part of the AIIMS band as a
drummer (mostly at blame for the frequent racket near the cafe). Often seen assaulting people in the
name of conversing with them. A friend to cherish for a lifetime preferably from more than 3 feet
away. He got a perfect score in step-1 and wants to become a neurologist/pain specialist in the land of
opportunities.
KUNAL YADAV (rewari, prince of rewar)
This dude hails from the kingdom of rewari..correction rewar !! Holds the unprecedented record of
losing the max weight in the history of aiims..has been an eye candy for ladies after that..perfectionist
dancer, who can forget the famous skeletal dance, pulse 2006...plus an amazing sportsman, his
smashes in badminton courts are hard to match....amiable nature, true friend, an overall package....
all set to light up the world of Surgery in India... cheers!!
MANOJ TANWAR (a.k.a jaadoo, tanwar)
This guy was the undisputed comedian of the batch. Always ready to have a crack at anybody and
everybody,to leave the others in splits! Famous for always managing to pass with minimal of efforts.
has been a versatile volleyball player, and his fatta-maroing came handy in a number of pulse volley
matches. His characteristic gait makes him identifiable from the farthest of distances. Considered
various career options including upsc,mba,aiims pg before finally planning to leave for greener
pastures. We know you would make Obama leave the White House for you..for sure!!
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MANSHER SINGH (a.k.a mans)

This Bihari from a boys' school (which incidentally had gay teachers too) has always been fascinated
with women. One of the very early starters in this department he believes he has learnt a lot from his
past experiences. MS was the wicket keeper/batsman and guided the team to victory in 2006.Well
known for spending more time in the US than India and for varied obnoxious acts in the company of
Pandey. Performed admirably as Security secy in Pulse 2006.He pulled a fast one on a number of
disgruntled aiimsonians by managing to go out with an attractive 3rd semmer. He is headed for the
greener pastures of USA to become a CTVS surgeon for which he gets our best wishes.
MONICA MEENA
This pretty girl from Jaipur has charmed countless hearts during her reign at AIIMS, though rather
cruelly, Shah Rukh has always been the only one for her. Hardworking and efficient, she impressed
everyone with her organizing skills during Pulse 2006, as Conduction Secretary. She has been equally
diligent with studies and was always a dependable person to study with, and sit around during exams!!
Having tested the waters at Mayo Clinic recently, she is currently trying to decide whetjer to take the
plunge and go abroad, or stay on in India.
NIVEDITA PATNI
This fair maiden from the Pink City still manages to top the crush list of fuchhas 5years
junior to her. Tall fair and beautiful, with eyes that sparkle at the slightest mention of college
gossip, the list of the hearts she has broken is beyond count. An awesome basketball player
who has almost single-handedly won us successive gold medals at PULSE. Her other hobbies
include sketching and sleeping, but talking tops the list! Not a maestro in music, but has
recently and finally struck the right cord. After a brief dilemma, she has decided to head to
foreign shores – God bless!!
PALLAVI MISHRA
There is no gossip in AIIMS that Pallavi doesnt know about.. its purely healthy gossip as she claims.. A
book loving person, she is mostly found in her room engrossed in some novel she recently bought or
many a times simply studying, her enviable academic record in these last five and a half years stands
witness to that. A known face in almost all the lit events, she participated in as well as conducted several
of them. She loves country music, and listens to songs more for their lyrics, the quirkier the better!! A very
cool headed person, she never really compromises on her sleep even during exams. Currently pursuing
Anaesthesiology here in AIIMS-God Bless!!
PARAS SINGHAL (a.k.a multiparous)
Definitely the most well rounded individual in the entire batch, his single status is a source of
persistent surprise. His achievements have ranged from being a spectacular dancer in p wave 2005and
2006, one of the best basketball players in the institute, great source for advice, a patient ear for various
whinings and great company in general. Along with his never ending extracurricular talents the man
proved his prowess in academics with his step 1 score in 7th semester. Is staying back to enrich the
Indian Surgical scene with his efforts.
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PARVEEN KUMARI KUNDU
We have always been convinced that Kundu is the most responsible person in the batch, and she has
always lived up to everyone's beliefs. Always the person people turn to in times of trouble,she was the
natural choice for Girls' Hostel Secretary, and did a fine job during her tenure. Usually found at the
basketball court, she is also a much-reputed badminton player. A champion sleeper, she will always be
fondly remembered for her passionate activism during the anti-reservation movement. Currently working
hard towards a residency seat in India, she is sure to succeed in whatever she pursues!! Best Wishes!!
PRATYUSHA PRIYADARSHINI (aka PT)

Intelligent, hard-working, simple and down-to-earth – that's Pratyusha for you. One of the very few
who doesn't believe in bunking classes or postings, she is not the ideal person to get books marked
from, for she believes in reading 'for knowledge'. She loves watching old Hindi movies, and listening to
her impressively large collection of a similar genre of music. A great cook, and a good singer
(something which very few people know), she is a free-spirited sort, every moment of whose in AIIMS
has been memorable for her. Wishes to pursue a career in Medicine, and having recently cracked the
USMLE Step1 with a topnotch score, is currently working towards a PG seat.
PRAVEG GOYAL (aka P&G (Praveg and Goyal))
This 'khate peete ghar ka ladka' not only loves to eat but is an amazing cook himself... His batchmates got a taste of his recipe
when he took to the stove in his Dayalpur posting, the 'thandai' he made isnt easy to forget... When he laughs, his tummy laughs
louder and most importantly he loves to point that out...Not only body, he also has brains of 'two'.. Has clear fundas of his
subjects.. Ask him 'what' and he will tell you 'why'...Very attached to his family, he is a frequent visitor to home, which is a
blessing for others as one can always find sweets in his room especially the 'Agre ka petha' and that too in many different
flavours... Topper of 1st prof, this hardworking and deeply sincere idealist wants to pursue Internal Medicine here in India.
PRIYANKA KHANDELWAL
Perfectly named – the Jack of all trades you can think of and a master of each of them too, this pretty lady is a
stunning dancer, owns a perfect pair vocal cords, and is a regular contributor to P-Wave dances, and Hybrid
Hues art. Her excellence in academics is proven by scores of medals, and a recnt D.M.A. medal. A complete gym
and swimming freak, she is to be found at either of these places, if not studying or working. Her cooking skills
have improved much over the 5years she has spent here, growing from a spoon-washer, to a chef whipping up
butter chicken in the microwave!! Looking to pursue residency in her motherland, and continue spreading
smiles around. A heart of gold, a down-to-earth attitude, and a gem of a person – wish her all the best!!
PUNEET PRAKASH
Armed with a cute smile, this hardcore Preity Zinta fan is one of the most trustworthy people around. A
very meticulous and organised guy, he actually has different pairs of slippers for activities outside and
inside the room. A lit buff, he was a regular at all the events. His inherent slowness in doing things is
legendary. considers time negotiable and even, dispensable. "A sheep amidst the wolves"(read non
drinker), his life revolves around all 'pakke daarubaaz'. Accompanied some of them to Goa only coz he
could meet his brother posted there. A very diligent person, he puts his heart into whatever he does.
Loves playing Badminton and "gappe maarna". He too is staying back to serve the country.
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ROHIT GARG (a.k.a rho kafu, rho)

This dude is an integral part of the great Kurukshetra invasion of AIIMS this decade. A very capable
guitar player and even better in matters regarding the fairer sex (except for a small episode in pulse
2004). His wild days are a relic of his colourful orangy past and at present he is going out with one of
the most desired females in the institute. Was nicknamed rho kafu after a botched up attempt at a cool
mail id in 1st prof. He seeks his future in the US of A as an orthopaedician towards which he is making
great progress with a great step 1 score.
Samuel Rajan (a.k.a mota,sam,mallua)

This chubby guy (ok, so he has a slight weight problem) from Delhi is really upfront about his
opinions and gives it to you straight. His complete absence of pretence and unnecessary social
niceties is what makes him endearing to most of his friends. He will be remembered most of all for
his acerbic and mostly vulgar humour. Completely at ease with what he is, guys like this are
extremely rare in today's age where people never mean what they say. He slices through all bullshit
like a knife through butter. A bit of a couch potato, he loves his movies and music and wishes to do
his post graduation in the US.
SASMIT SARANGI (aka Sarangi, Strongi)

Quietly bore the name Strongi for a long time which was initially coined to make fun of his extremely lean
build. But this Oriya lad, a self declared slacker proved his mettle with his extremely strong leadership and
oratory skills displayed during the great uprising of 2006 against Arjun Singh and literally all the politicians.
However a man of clear conscience he found the stench of politics to much to deal was with. So bid an early exit
as soon the point was proven. The Lit Secy of his time and an avid movie and sports fan, he is one walking
Wikipedia who can keep you engaged in a conversation on almost anything under the sun. Despite his
outgoing nature and association with the 'page 3' community of the city, Sasmit however has found no one till
date to share his tender emotions though. Staying back to serve India - all the best !!
SHAILESH PATHAK (a.k.a Pathak, Pathka, Bihari)
This lad from the United States of Bihar is a sportsman from the word go. He had succeded in all the
games he had played be it cricket (in which he had injured many with his jawbreaking fast bowling),
football and badminton. He is only one in the class known to sport a 6 pack ab or atleast the only one
to show it off with his uncanny knack of losing t-shirts on the playground. He has also played a part
as a bass guitarist in the AIIMS band. He is often spoted at the quadrangle holding a glass of milk tea
in one hand and a reliance phone on the other during the night time. He plans to become a
gastroenterologist in the country of his birth.
SHVETA GUPTA
This Punjabi kudi loves everything pink.. The baby pink walls of her room and the innumerable pinks in her wardrobe stand
proof to that. A sweet and friendly girl, she loves to talk and make friends. And when she does get into the serious talk mood,
she can amaze you with the solid fundas of life she gives, which have been quite helpful to many. This gal is always on her toes..
Loves to handle many things at a time and is quite good at that.. During exams, she is generally seen sitting on her bed
surrounded by all possible books related to medicine and mind you she is consulting each one of them.. A very hard working
student. she is interested in Pediatrics in the U.S.A. as her future field of work... all the best !!
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SIDDHANT KHARE (Ashiq, Khare, Sid)
If you are feeling low, there is no better remedy than a chat with Khare – a few minutes are enough to
work the magic of his VAST optimism, and superb fattas, which drain every ounceof depression out
of you!! A simple, practical and genuine guy, his knowledge about Bihar (courtesy his bunch of
friends) belies his Delhi origin. A big time Ghulam Ali and a part-time Himesh Reshammiya listener,
he is a great cook - as proven by the increased number of holidays the cook at the PHC could take,
all because Khare was there to manage!! Aims to build a career out of Orthopaedic Surgery or
General Surgery, he is working towards a PG seat in India.
SUNIL JEPH
This guy hails from jodhpur, rajasthan was very passionate about his body and physique was the most
regular visitor to the gymkhana and he later went on to become the gym secy of the batch . won many
state level athletic races. he was crowned as the best male model and have many admirers in hostel 10.
was an amazying volleyball player. team leader of soccer chanpions pulse. is looking forward to
pursue a career in states. best of luck ....
SUSHANT SWAROOP DAS
This guy from Jhunjhunu, Rajasthan was not quite the boisterous kinds - nonetheless, a sincere
dedicated student, quite passionate about playing badminton, always quietly efficient, and one of the
nicest people to talk to, ever ready to lend a helping hand. Currently working towards a PG seat. All
the best!!
SUYASH TRIPATHI (a.k.a Tripathi, Tripath, LK, Spartan, Hulk)

This tall, broad guy is from the holy banks of Banaras. A very dedicated basketball player had been a
part of the basketball team for a very long time. He got nationwide fame for posing for the coverpage
of India today (though he didn't get paid for the job instead got a thrashing at home). Inside the
hardshell there is a very soft core with lot of compassion and empathy. An ardent videogamer can
spend days without leaving the battleground (his room) with adequate reserves of power balls (made
of Banarasi spirulina and desi ghee). He wants to become a cardiologist in India.
TARIQUE ZAMAN (a.k.a tz, tarzam)
This guy though from Bihar has absolutely no Bihari qualities. He is well respected for being one of the
most cultured and well behaved individuals you can ever meet. He will be remembered for being the
first one off the blocks in matters of relationships and as one of the best hostel secretaries in recent
memory. A bit of a cleanliness freak his room has always been an example of order in these chaotic
times. Has a short temper about trivial things and is one of the most trustworthy people to entrust any
task with. He plans on heading to the USA and has got a glorious future ahead of him.
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Raghunandan V (a.k.a OC, OCD, Raghu)
This rockstar is actually an accomplished Carnatic classical vocalist. He is admired by all for his
astounding (rock) singing performances as a part of the AIIMS band. He is also known for his
unforgettable Obsession for CHECKING the car lock and room locks (and so his name). He is as
sound in academia as in music which shows in his scores. He plans to become a surgeon in the USA.
Also did a commendable job as the SU Socult Secy in 2006-07.
UMAKANT NAGAR (aka Uma, Nagu)

A simple, quiet and hardworking guy who was spotted mostly in the LT or in his room in the last five and
a half years... Books almost never leave him and he returns their love for him with equal loyalty...
Whenever he is away from his books, he loves to play badminton or watch movies.. His ever ready smile
is always handy. Among his various accolades is 'Dr Breech' that he earned from his batchmates in his
Ballabgargh internship posting after being the first in the batch to singlehandedly manage a breech
delivery in the CHC. Proficient at the Carromboard, his skills impressed many in his village posting.. All
set to start his residency in Deptt of Surgery here in AIIMS.. all the best !!
VARUN SHANDAL
A proud JNVite, this smart Himachali kid, undeniably amongst the most spiritually oriented guys of the
batch has maintained a remarkably low profile at AIIMS. However his anecdotes from his school days as a
Navoday kid leaves you spellbound about how much he has changed since then. A sincere student and a
hardworking intern who has definitely deserved every paisa of the stipend hike. A champion volleyball
player whom the AIIMS team almost never got to see in action. Be warned of his lesser known talent
though-his mimicry skills which can cause you to double up and laugh your lungs out! As much a believer
in traditional Indian medicine as the allopathic system he is planning on a residency in the US before
coming back to serve the motherland.
RAGHUWANSH P SAH (a.k.a Raghu)
This is guy from Nepal is one of the very rare individuals who don't understand the meaning of the
word stress. Often untraceable due to his very deep R.E.M sleep and his tendencies towards getting
"dazed and confused". Likes his music hard and his life simple. Well known for his high efficiency in
obtaining marks. He successfully conducted pulse 2006 as its chief coordinator. He wants to become a
gastroenterologist (cuz of his undying love of colonoscopies) in the trans-atlantic lands.
ADITI JHA
This bundle of talent in a petite package from Nepal is one of the sweetest tempered people in AIIMS..she
strikes the complete balance between being a responsible, dedicated, intelligent girl to being completely
crazy and whacko when she wants too!! always ready for a loooooonnggg laugh, she is the quintessential
beauty with brains(with a lot of punk as well!)..her dance has lit up many a stage, and, alongwith her top-
knotch academics, has won her many an accolade!! Now firmly ensconsed in the rigours of a JR's life at
AIIMS itself, she is already fast becoming the dermatologist everyone wants to consult!!
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SIRISHA DEVI BUMMA
A very shy girl, but that's only till u get to know her. A dependable friend and a very hardworking person with excellent
clinical skills, which is bound to take her places. Very courteous and pleasure to spend time with. All the best!!
DEEPA OMPRAKASH
When happy, laugh....When sad, laugh... when in doubt, just laugh, dammit... thats deepa in brief... life is but
an innocent laugh for her.. this bubbly ever smiling girl is most known in the institute for her characteristic
hearty laughter. Has been the agony aunt for many. A good listener and a smooth talker, she can have a
decent conversation with anyone and everyone, which is the prime reason behind her huge public network!!
She has the capacity to singlehandedly turn a lifeless gathering into an enjoyable bash.. But under this
extrovert personality lies a very sensitive and introvert person who is a joy to know. Deep down a very
focused person, if she gets her mind set on something, she tunnels all her energy into getting that.. Loves all
kind of music, loves to cook and play badminton and volleyball.. Plans to go back and work in her homeland.
SANSRITA NEPAL (aka sansu)
This pretty fair lady from the land of the Himalayas is one you cannot help but notice, made a million
hearts skip a beat until was won over by a handsome AIIMSonian. An ace badminton player, and a
regular winner of the 'Best Model' title in fashion shows, she is a perfectionist by habit, and believes in
putting her heart and soul into whatever task she chooses to take up. Very friendly and helpful, she
likes meeting new people, and believes in living lifeto the hilt, and making every moment count. Plans
to head across oceans to pursue further studies – cheers!!
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HYBRID HUES

It's A Whole New World !!

Shweta Proxy : Deepak Ghimirey

It's A Whole New World !!

Down with Love 21 P-Wave - A Photofeature 79

There's Nobody Quite Like You 23 Travel Train-ing 81

The Road To Neelong 24 Love in Separation 84

Moving On 27 Immortal Conversations

Home 144 ;s flre 178

Confessions Of A Wanderer 145 fQrjr 179

Thanks Several Tons, Folks!!

It gives me great pleasure to write the foreword of our annual magazine-

With best wishes,

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QSDl la0 / Fax No.: 91-26589766, 26588663, 26588641

I am happy to know that the 10th edition of the Hybrid Hues-annual

Art and literature are natural expression of a creative individual but

I wish your endeavour all success.

With all the best.

Ms. Kriti Puri

A Whole New World!!

Divya Seshadri (D S) : (laughing) Yes, thanks a lot!!

crack this 'PG' safe. They all know what books to

DS: Well, the first thing when starting your

KP: How useful are mock exams and study groups?

your time utilization efficiency!!

KP: And then MBBS in AIIMS - it was a big moment, no doubt….

KP: What sort of student were you, Sir?

KP: Apart from academics, what were your hobbies?

SA: Well, I was always an outdoors-person,

KP: You mentioned Pulse, how was it during those days?

KP: At the end, Sir, a message for the students…

Dr Cyrus M Shroff (Director, shroff Eye Centre)- one of the

- Commitment and compassion towards patients. Always keeping uppermost in

- Keeping yourself updated

- Commitment to quality in all aspects of patient care.

- Being good to your colleagues, juniors and staff.

- Great support from one's family.

LASIK. The femtosecond laser also

Another new therapeutic device

In the field of vitreo-retinal surgery, we have now introduced 23-gauge micro-incision

approaching 100 years in eye care in Delhi - starting 1914.

with a broken wing

no one cared to sing

i'm just a bunch of nothings

looking for something

in a world that seems

Piyush Kumar Sharma

…OK, tell us now, seriously, WHO????

People, places, incidents – each one of us has at least one of these

This is a set of such attempts to preserve for posterity some such

p.s. Narcissist it may seem, but this

The softest eyes, hazel, with their halo of kohl,

Hark! Remember Cyrus, warns my heart, thinking sensible history,

Hang on, hold strong, my irrepressible spirit extols,

Remember Ujjwal, nudges my scientific mind, thinking back,

And pay heed to Ratan, my alert ears sense significant echoes,

Waste no worry on Chinese whispers,

And as I gazed unblinking at that heavenly angelic face,

The words leave my mouth before I can begin to poetically paraphrase,

I am clueless about the source of this mirth,

THERE'S N UI TE LIKE YOU!

While catching up with a dear old friend,