Prime Minister of India.

India is a huge democratic nation. It means the same political ruler doesn't preside over a nation for much long. Not long enough to earn genuine respect or enough. In Bhutan the King is above all the KING! He is at the top and we mean it from our heart genuinely. Here in India the political leaders have to stand up to the public's incessant demands and satisfy maximum as possible. And yet they face the torment of angry citizens. After all it's impossible to please EVERYONE! The King whereas has the easy task of grooming himself and appearing all shiny and handsome. That really does seem to grab peoples attention and media coverage. The matter in India is very clogged up and difficult to explain. Powerful Italian woman, turbaned guy, cricket stars, Bollywood kings or fasting oldies influence a lot of what people think and do.
But today people who love the very Dr. Manmohan Singh the PM of India, people who admire him, people who loathe him, or don't really respect him- every one of us were thrilled by the news of his visit. 
It was a grand setting here. And there he finally came in a blue turban this man clad in shiny Indian looking tunic overcoat. The award ceremony as fantastic.
I was overall thrilled to have him in our university. I was sitting just a mere 50 m away from him since the media like NDTV, Z News(:P) occupied the area. So of course it was broadcasted on NDTV that would obviously mean worldwide of course. NDTV is the only good news channel of India. Trust me.
I mean who would cover up a story on a trapped rat inside the manhole with all the camera and news crews. I say I would just shut the manhole up and tune into NDTV. (I am targetting news channels like INDIA-NEWS, Z-NEWS and STAR-NEWS).






P.S. I got a photograph of either only him or only me and NOT of us in one picture.
I guess I will have to showcase my photoshop skills. 

SO FAR....

You realize there are thousands (maybe millions) like you with the same fervor, same determination, same strength as you. Someone as eager to be of service to the place you are linked with. I have meet many of them just within these three days. Every volunteer here at the Indian Science Congress, they display so much of energy it is sometimes tiring. But I don't show my lassitude. And so like magic the energy replenishes itself.  Everyone and I mean every single one is just so full of energy. I like that.
And with so extra extra energy we have been having a lot of fun. I am known as the "skeleton" now since they find it so strange I have real human bones under my bed. They freaked out when I told them all medical students have real human bones for study. The mechanical students have to cut metals, weld pieces together. The electrical students build electronics. This interesting guy told me that Electricity is the study of conductors, and electronics is the study of semi-conductors. And they freaked out more when I told them that we had to incise and study a cadaver(dead human) in our first year. Apart from all these, I am getting to know a lot of people from different modes of career and from different parts of the world. It feels good. I have lots of friends now.


Today we were sitting outdoors and chit chatting in a big group. No one was criticizing anyone. We were of course pulling legs (but it is indeed very different from criticism). A very good social gathering. After humans are social creatures.
I have to gather some information on paintings and palm leaf writings.
Tomorrow the Prime Minister of India is visiting here. I have got to take a photograph with him. :D

The Year Ends.

2011 is few hours from ending forever. Never again is it going to comeback.

Here is a brief anamnesis of what I was upto in 2011. (Lucky day today I logged into dictionary.com and the word of the day is ANAMNESIS. I had never heard of this word before ever in my life).Just highlighting some events of 2011.

JANUARY- Regular classes and regular tennis session. My clinical classes went on well and I enjoyed surgery postings and gynaecology postings. And observed the Indians celebrate their 62nd Republic Day with pomp and prestige.

FEBRUARY- My attendance was fine. But my clinical attendance was super fine. :D

MARCH- Annual fest Karta Blanche in my college which was fantastic this year because I was actively involved in most of the events. And also I performed on-stage with my Bhutanese friends on Korean remixes by WONDER GIRLS.

APRIL- My third semester exams went well. I had prepared hard for it and my results were great. My boyfriends' results were as good too.

MAY- Summer break starting mid-May. Back home in Thimphu, Bhutan and I took guitar classes in KILU music school along with a bunch of 6th graders. And I met my wonderful mentor Mr. Samten who is a genius with musical instruments. I developed love for music and playing in groups.

JUNE- The summer break was memorable. End of June I went to Sri-Lanka to meet my sister. Sri-Lanka truly is the pearl of the Indian ocean. I met a lot of Bhutanese people living on the island. I had a great week with my sister and her boy friend. They are really wonderful people there. I improved my photograph skills drastically. Maybe it was my phone Nokia n8.

JULY- Back to college. I had missed a week of my classes. Tennis session was irregular because the rainfall made the court wet always.

AUGUST- I went on a wonderful vacation with my family in the archipelago of Andaman. It was a great week. And I took plenty of photographs and many people appreciated my photographs. :D

SEPTEMBER- The month started with my birthday party. 

OCTOBER- Festival month in India. Dashera and Diwali. Most of my Indian friends left for home. We the Bhutanese decided to hit the beach side. We had awesome time at the Puri beach. And then fourth semester exams.I didn't have enough time to prepare. But I personally think my results were the worst. I failed badly.

NOVEMBER- Back to regular tennis session. I quit from playing at the tournament because of self-doubt. I regret that. I am not going to back out next year. Therefore to make myself feel not so low, I decided to join in successful ventures like the blood donation campaign

DECEMBER- World AIDS day at my college. And the Gynecology conference where I played guitar for a Hindi song. Supposedly we have all-girl band now, which raises my coolness level from down there to up here. And the Indian Science Congress supposedly will one of the biggest events and we are preparing for it. 

All in all, 2011 was a fantastic year.

Stones and Stones.

As the Indian Science Congress is drawing nearer, my campus has undergone dramatic transformation. New paved roads, paint jobs on dull buildings, cleaner streets and blossoming gardens to name a few.


So a few Nobel laureates going to be here. I so hope Barry Marshall is one of them. I am not a big fan of his really. I didn't even know who he is , till I read about Helicobacter pylori infection in chronic gastritis and his demonstrations from my Pathology textbook. So I googled about him and turns out he is still alive and well won the Nobel prize. Therefore, I hope he visits here.

Today was the day we were to meet at the School of Fashion. I had never been inside the building. They have lines of models clothed in their designed garments in the corridors. How cool is that. 

I shouldn't have gone at the said time. I should have known they always turn up late. The coordinator turned up an hour late. In the mean time I made new friends. 

It has been a busy day today. I kind of miss my boyfriend even though we spent the whole day together yesterday. And he is stuck up in his own registration line. While I have to showcase the culture, art and craft of this state. Oh dear lord do grace upon me. I am a foreigner to India myself.

Later in the evening a wonderful person gave us his time. He is the one involved in beautifying the campus. Geez I couldn't catch his name except that he has world wide acclaim. I would mention more about him tomorrow. 

His lecture was very philosophical. Stone has known mankind long before and it has seen every development brought about by man. The stones can speak to you if you try to. They have gender too. And the sculptures that people make pay tribute not only to the subject but to the stone itself too.

Wow. It felt good. The wind was cool. It was about time the sun left for the other side of the world and we were outdoors sitting on stones shaped in semicircle and in the centre more stone sculpture from where water dripped creating a constant ripple on the reflecting surface of the water body.
Tomorrow we are going to set up the art gallery. Excited about it. I have so got to join the art club here.

A Pup In My Hostel Room.

TJ ( a Bhutanese guy) handed me his pet dog so that I would take care of it. I was thrilled by the idea of hiding a pup in my room and secretly taking her out for walks and feeding it pup food.

He told me it's a bull dog, so I was even more thrilled. I had never really fondled a bull dog pup before.

So when he handed me the pup in a big black bag of his I was literally trembling with excitement.

And when I opened the bag, out came a normal white, brownish pup. I know a lot of dog breeds but I didn't know how to classify her. A free-ranging dog or most would called a stray.

But I have often wondered why do we classify dogs. They belong to the same genera, same species. Canis lupus familiaris. And yet so many different breeds based on their appearance- some exotic like the Saluki, some highly coveted like the German shepherd, some adored like the Pomeranian. 

If we classify the dogs and differentiate them then it becomes likewise easy for humans to differentiate humans and treat them accordingly. We are of the same genera, same species too- Homo sapiens sapiens! So should we go around differenting ourselves on how we look? 

Every one of us are special, and so is every dog. Let's not discriminate people on how they look and let's adore every dog!
Let the purpose of classification strictly remain for education and research purpose and NOT for discriminating!
Let us not create hierarchical classification amongst people and amongst any living creature.

I thank my friends for loving the her while she was here and especially roommate for bearing it with me.  The poop session was the worst. She would poop anytime and under the cupboard. But she had taken de-worming and was giving out pin-worms out of her butt. I had to return her right the next day and Acho UT has taken her for now.

Here are here varying names.

For me------===--- Ponyo.

For TJ----------- Nicholayta.

For Chuni and Karso--Lucy.

For acho UT------ Bob Marley.

Anger Management:

I am angry and I don't know why!
I am not boasting but I have this reputation of being the coolest head among all of the friend circles I belong to.
But I am angry now and I don't even know why exactly.
I have scheduled plan to finish reading my text book. It doesn't go with the timeline however. And I find myself lagging behind by few pages a day and in a week I am late by a whole big chapter. 


I just had dinner. I was sitting across a fellow dental student of my batch. I am eating from my plate and drop drop- tiny drops of pulses fall on my plate from that sloppy girl. I don't know. I could have been more forgiving. But I cursed in my mind. I pictured myself slamming the food on her face hard and finishing her up by whacking her hard on the head. I didn't smile. She apologized. A voice in my mind said "Bloody sloppy girl!"


A few days ago I screamed at my friend. I don't know but I lost it. I have lost my fluidity. My ability to coax someone into smiling and pacifying the situation is there no more. Instead if I face some uncanny situations I retaliate at it and show out my angst and I want to scream and shout and make everyone around feel bad. I have got to get a grip over myself.


So first thing first I am going to keep studying everyday even if I lack behind my planned schedule.  I am so going to nail "Robbins and Cotrans- Pathology" and I am so going to remember the classifications of all the medical drugs. Then I am going to scream less and smile a little more. 

Kim Jong Il dead. Now what.

Kim Jong Il dead. Now what.


What next? Honestly I am telling you North Korea scares me. Scares me to the core. When you say North Korea a grey scale image of fat middle aged North Korean politicians flash in my mind. And then comes in the flood of the mid 1900s which left them devastated with very little arable and available land. I picture tiny Koreans half dipped in muddy water and the nuclear plants they have kept us all terrorized about.My evil side sniggers at it and says to itself "Thats' what come for trying to be so superior". But I think of the civilians. So tangled up with the militarized nation. I have this strong feeling that all that strong LOVE they have for their nation is all out of fear and presentiment!  Short by nearly inches from their cousins in the south because of malnutrition and impoverishment yet they display an altruistic vigilance for their nation. Are they even allowed to be happy? Generally, "chinky's" are supposed to be short ( So Kim Il Jong why would you want to shorten your already short civilians, unless he fancied "chinky dwarves). Don't call me a racist, I have tiny chinky eyes myself.


And then when a guy you are playing tennis with askes you "Are you from North Korea or South Korea?"- it's time you slap the guy right away. BUt ofcourse the sensible me didn't do so. Though I badly wished I had. North Koreans-do they even travel? I am sorry late Mr. Kim, but your dwarf specimen are hardly known in the real world. And even if we know one we are afraid to socialize. You might drop the nuclear bomb on our heads anytime.
But condolencses I offer to you Mr. Kim. You wanted to establish a nation uninfluenced by the USA. Not like your southern cousin South Korea trying to make their music sound like "Yeah it's a party in the U.S.A". Respect for you but maybe you went a little out of the way. Because now you have created dwarfs. Your southern cousins are yes growing tall like the tall Americans. And maybe blonde too. The next time we meet them let's say GOODBYE instead of ANYONG!




All the while it is a good drama. Making it a movie, the USA can be the tall blonde guy and the Koreas can be two sisters. North Korea gets the elder sister role, heartless and invincible. South Korea can be the cheery flowery younger sister. Mr. USA falls for the younger sister and this outrages the elder sister. Quite a drama!