Auscultating the Chest.

I was in a bad mood today. And I sprawled my Facebook profile with the filthiest and the most common profane used. Afterwards I felt bad when I got messages from my friends consoling me and one message that snapped my anger and produced rather a guilt was from one of my high school friend who said that of all the girls out there he thought I was the one who has got it figured it out. Shame and guilt came over me for my momentary lapse of losing grip over my bizzare emotions but moreover I cannot fathom the reason for my devastating anger. And the readiness for contrition is because I hate not smiling.

Now I am chilled. Chilled as ever and laughing with my friends over silliest of the events that unfolds in our lives.
Because medicine without humour can be hard.
Plus I changed my blog name to a dr.DOOFUS. Yeah Doofus till I specialize.

And that actually happened to one of my friends. :D                                                      
                                                           p3@ce-dr.Doofus.

When the Myope gave the viva.

                                                            p3@ce-dr.Diksha

Swimming Desires.

Medic 1: Dude that place looks awesome. I want to take a dip in it.
Medic 2: Yeah right and present few months later with a rhinosporidiosis, with a lump in your nose and throat.
Medic 1: (Groans).

                                                    p3@ce-dr.Diksha

SIGNS

(This poetry has been inspired by the numerous plans that has back fired in my life and to know that signs are everywhere, and I had been ignoring them. I am submitting myself to those signs and letting fate control whatever it has in store for me...once).

My ink ruined the parchment.

Of a beautiful story I planned.

The paintbrush on the canvas,

But I did not know and alas,

Heavens sent a downpour,

Spoils my dreams and nigh.

Would have been okay if I,

Took a shelter of any kind.

But a shelter I did not find.

The signs that deplore,

What is not meant to be,

Shall never end a happy.

And signs demand acknowledgement.

That only fate shall command.

                                                                                   peace-dr.Diksha

Beethoven and Otosclerosis.

ENT( Ear, nose and throat) viva.

And then they shall hi-5 each other. after the tricky questionings...the examiners.

                                                               
Almost a cynic my approach towards the examiners. But trust me they want us to learn more. And the only way is the hard way. It's lives we have to save after all.

                                                             p3@ce-dr.Diksha.

Those many of the cooking nights.

Maybe, maybe I write junk. Nothing substantial. My blog is not for reference or for any worldly education, I just want to remember how I was right now. 
I am so unstable right now. I develop a deep interest for a subject and the next day it's gone entirely. It is happening more with my personality rather than my interests actually. Today I am happy, tomorrow I wake up a cynic, yesterday I was madly in love.

As for being on a very very short break, I am contemplating doing all those I don't usually have time to spare for. Earlier this evening I was cooking with my roommate.
The procession in itself was so orderly and so well peaceful, I realized I love cooking. I have developed this facade wherein the world see me as an extremely androgynous female and most presume I am incapable of anything related to the kitchen. But why am I posting the boring banality of my external image which only ensures to waste your time.

But we were communicating, my roommate and I without even speaking. Without having to exchange a single word. Millions of things were in the back of my head coming up one by one and I was thinking them one at a time.  My roommate looked calm and thoughtful chopping those onions likewise sorting out millions of her thoughts. She put the onions in the pan, and I just stirred. She didn't have to tell me. I knew what to do, I don't have to do it all and she won't have to do all of it. We were doing all of it. The beauty of--ahh what's that word- Team work, towards something common with the people you love and trust.

We planned to watch Hansel and Gretel Witch hunters.  Quite unnerving for a clean freak there, but we sit on the bed rest our backs on the deck, the laptop at the foot-end and eat while we watch. It's a small hostel room that we live in. She set up the bed and I placed the food and turned off the lights and watched in peace.
It's one of those many nights of my college life. It's happening now all those early twenties story that I must remember and smile.

                                                  p3@ce-dr.Diksha

On this Father's day.

From an engineers daughter.

Dearest Baba,
Happy Father's Day. Thank you for being those Baba's who loves their family and protects their family.
If 20 years from now I am as happy as you (& Ama) and as successful as you are, I will consider my life time goal to be accomplished.
You have given me insights into how beautiful life can be and you have taught me that I am entitled to live the very kind of life I want. 
You are my hero.

Happy father's day to all the wonderful loving fathers of the world.

                                                             p3@ce-dr.Diksha