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It Gets Better

By Ammar Anwar If you've ever had to go through the pain of living everyday with a heavy burden on your chest pressing hard and making sure you never breathe properly; never have a second where you feel liberated from all the stresses and tensions of every day life, friendships, studies, food, survival. If you've ever had to cry yourself to sleep at night and woken up in a puddle of your tears that you couldn't feel over the throbbing pain in your head that wouldn't let you get up and out of the bed. If you've ever felt like you could never get out of the bed, and you just lay there looking out the window as the sun rises and sets, people come and go, accomplish things, goals. And you can't get out of the bed. Not because you don't want to. Maybe some part of you does. But you can't. No matter how hard you try, you cannot go through the arduous task of... living. When you're at a point where living your life seems like an added task over ...

Voice Of Firstulas By Umer Hassan

VOICE OF FIRSTULAS . By Umer Hassan (1st year) I reckon, most of you will agree with my thoughts of being a firstula(except a few ultimate theetas xD). Its aint an easy task to jot all this in Anatomy lecture theatre, while shaking head, pretending to be attentive during the boring lectures of cell module(well for sure I wont jot the name of Professor, otherwise it might create problem...LoL) Anyways, I couldnt resist my thoughts and I had to jot all this. Trust me, I had to.... xD   ●DREAMS AND FANTASY :-                 Well, as a matter of fact....indeed its the place that is a part and parcel of prayers of many Fsc students(for the sake of admission of course). Domes of the Patiala block swirling in their dreams and a desperate urge to be absorbed in the "Creme de la creme"(as they call it xD). Hence, they work hard and study smart to mark the acme of their achievements. Obviously, they have certain expectations associated ...

Jab waqt aye ga, dekha jaye ga ~Romesa Qaiser Khan, 4th year.

Final prof- after what seems like forever has ended. A new final year has come in. The hashtag #onelasttime is being seen again albeit under new copyrights and flight check-ins show up in news feed every single day. Such is the changing that takes place every year, one class coming in and another leaving. Yet nearing the end of my own time here makes me wonder, do I know where I'm going? For that matter, does anyone around me? Sure we all got here by planning and by design- one simply doesn't pull a merit in the 90th percentile out of the blue. Most of us brought our assumptions with us, or at least a vague idea of what we would do, what our personality is like and what our answer to the run of the mill "where do you see yourself in five years?" would be (excluding the ones who like to live dangerously on the edge of the unknown or are just really, really indifferent to their circumstances in life) but medical college isn't as medical college looks. If you ...