Amsha Ilyas (ex first year)
So fina-a-a-aly, after what seemed like ages, the sea is once again calm, quiet and peaceful at the end fo the worst storms of all time. No...a hurricane actually. Umm… but a tornado would sound more legit…… anyhoo
YES PEOPLE! The horrifying-four monthed-skull throbbing-eye soring-hair falling-acne growing-fat
gaining-puking-hibernating-gumshuda Prof season is finally over! Phew! Yay, hurray…we made it alive…celebrations ( lets just neglect the dreaded walk to Patiala almost a month from now, shall we) . And now, many of us these days are trying to rediscover whatever little remained of our non-medical life. *sighs*
Battered and drenched completely by this nightmare of a storm, I think back to how I steered my way out of it. Mates, the journey has been quite ugly!
January 2014. Aah! We are all young, naïve, innocent and harmless little creatures, (think first year), absolutely in complete awe of the “keeemuu royalty” that surrounded us. Behold! The first ever substage! Many have been eagerly awaiting it. I remember myself, sitting in the corridor, hopelessly trying to make some sense of “walls of axilla”, when a senior (bless her soul) passes by. She gives me good advice. And just before she leaves “Beta! Abhi tou aap ne prof bhi dena hae”. And it dawns upon me….the horror was yet to come!!!