Saturday, February 25, 2012

My Destiny got Seal

Today is the day when my destiny got sealed to be a physical therapist a year ago. With the gentle breeze blowing our hair, all dressed smartly marched towards the Nazhoen Pelri- Youth's Paradise for selection interview. We were all tensed and worried for which course we would get to pursue. I applied for three courses: 1. MBBS, 2. BPT and 3. BDS. My head held low when I came to know that MBBS slots has been decreased to 15 from 25 slots of previous year. And this year it is increased to 25 slots.

All looked tensed and worried for that was the day where we must decide what we are going to do throughout our life. We must decide wisely or else life is ruined. I referred or else life is ruined it does not mean that there was some course which would ruin our life but it means how difficult it would be to do a job which we least like. It gives highest sense of satisfaction when we get selected for the profession which we always wanted to do. And I must make wise decision because I should do what I always like to do. I should not look at status of profession, I should not look for salary, I should not easily fall for what my neighbor says, what my parents says. But I have to listen to my heart because I fully know what I wanted to do. In which profession I am good at. Choosing profession is much more difficult than woman choosing her wedding dress. 

It was my turn after 28 of my friends entered the interview hall. I entered confidently inside and opted for BPT. And as of now I didn't regret choosing it, and I know I will never. I am still not sure of how happy I would be when bed-ridden patients walk out with our effort and bless us from the depth of their heart.
Physiotherapist at work

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Fundamental Values

Human has mountains of ego and self-dignity. I don't mean to blame all because I felt it so. But it is my honest attempt to tell the truth.

These are something that I wanted to delete from me long ago. I know it cut zero inch of my height when I bow down saying "I am Sorry" but this is something that I never did. Thus, I am egoistic in nature. It takes no more than a moment of anger shown by other and I dare see not that person. I really wanted to learn how to say sorry when I must say it. And I really want to forgive those who bow down saying "sorry, forgive me." "Sorry" and "forgiven" seems deserted me once upon a time but I wanted to sow the seeds in my mind. This is the fundamental values for the Super-glued adhesion between the individuals, communities, nations and world. I desperately wanted this values to be installed in me. Am I crazy? Yeah, I am crazy. I am damn crazy because I no more want it but I need it. I want to apologize someone and forgive someone. Sorry....forgive are forgiven...ha-ha-ha....I am practicing it. How to utter it out! What are words if you really don't mean when you say them.
When I say sorry, I mean it.
Domestic violence starts resulting into black and blue beating because of this ego ( I don't want to say sorry and I don't want to forgive). Just imagine for one second, how beautiful would be the world for if we can just say I am sorry and You are forgiven. It would have been heaven. Perhaps, paradise on the earth. It would bring smile on our face and delight our heart. Am I right????

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Synergy: Through the eyes of a first Year student.

I am happy to have my articles published in our College Magazine, "NECTAR." Two of my article got selected for the magazine. Here, I would like to feature one of them.

     “I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough

Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.” By Alfred Lord Tennyson in “Ulysses”

Our class
We were still new to the college despite running to college for three months. We felt less cared and less encouraged. This is because we were not welcomed to the College of Physiotherapy by our seniors. That feeling of tenderness persisted which psychologically made us feel like a stranger.

Our batch represents the unity in diversity for co-existence. From Nepal, Bhutan, Mizoram, Karnataka, Assam and Kerala, all gathered to sip the nectar of tranquil Navodaya College of Physiotherapy. College showers perfect environment for study with blend of tranquility and peacefulness, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. We are from different places and we share our culture and custom. I tried learning Kannada and Mizo language but ended up mixing it with my own language. It’s fun. And in fun, the beautiful truth lies.

Despite heavy terminologies of Anatomy, complex chemical equations of Biochemistry, endless mechanisms of Physiology, head-cracking physic-like contents of Bio-mechanism, psycho-turning Psychology and Sociology. Ours is the class who first smile all together and build up zeal to study with light jokes and humors. I end up being comedian. Actually I am fun less and reserved kind of person but I could not figure out why I end up cracking jokes in the class. Sivasankar always end up being fooled and locked as everybody mimic him.
But on 12-12-2011, the euphoric celebration gave us the insight of being wrapped into a cushion of happiness, enjoyment and encouragement. Seniors’ hearts united so closely that we felt completely happy on walking to the auditorium of Navodaya Medical College. That night was more than celebrations, more than songs and dances. We felt the caring touch in our heart, loving warmth in our mind and consoling tap on our back. Thank you so much for making us the part of lovely family.

Fresher’s night
With my friends and seniors

“Doctors add years to the life of patients but physiotherapist add life to that added years.” In commencement of the program, anchor explained it on choosing Physiotherapy as the profession.
Serene evening synchronized with the euphonious music and glittering light. All gathered to celebrate the night devoted to welcoming new Principal and freshers (2011-2012), and bidding farewell to the outgoing students (2007-2008). Program commenced with the candle lighting by Director, Dr. P.Vijay Kumar and new Principal Dr. S. Mani Vannan.  It started full swing after Dr. S. Doss Prakash offered them rose flowers and gift, with his illuminating smile.

All fresher ramped the stage on their best costumes and cosmetics.  Our seniors offered us the rose flower and a gift to welcome us. Applause thundered when we introduced ourselves to the college. Despite blushes and butterflies in our stomach, seniors didn’t spare us. They cracked our brain with common sense question session. That’s not enough; they brought second sets of brainstorming questions. Then, II years BPT students sang heart-touching song to welcome us. Words worth millions when blended with rhythmic music. I spoke with the reluctance and voice knotted with undigested clump of nervousness.

Cultural programs followed immediately. No one could resist tapping their legs and fingers when our boys danced, and more of boys stood shouting when they could resist no more when our girls danced in tip-top dress elevated with heels. I sang kabhi Alvida na kaha na. I am not a good singer. But my love affair with Indian culture and as an expression of gratitude made me sing with passion.   I started memorizing its verse and catching its tune a week ago. It is so sentimental song. Its meaning speaks much more than its rhythm.

There was marvelous performance from our seniors. Amongst them mono-act by Ms. Lipika Boruah of IV year grasped our attention. In concluding note, there was the exhilarating game. Suddenly, anchor called me up to the stage to participate in “musical chair.” I did it. And making tail for donkey after being blinded was most interesting. Some ended up drawing tail on donkey’s mouth. These games strengthened the bond of togetherness.

In concluding hour, all boys rushed one after another to dance on the stage. They danced impressive. Then, they were to award the best performers from the newcomers. There was dual tie for the boy. It could be the first time in the history that two Mr. freshers (I and Rubin Khadka) and Miss Freshers ( Lalmangaihzuali and Rupa Gajmir) were chose.  We had brief photo sessions with our seniors, where we got time to mingle with them. The sense of attachment to the college developed naturally and immediately.

Then we marched towards the call of appetite, yummy and delicious dinner was served.

Tranquility of the Navodaya College
Fills our heart with ecstasy to be here,
And energized enthusiasm to study hard
May the glory of Navodaya reach the zenith height.
Myself: Singing.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Letter from Raichur

Like anybody would miss home, I too miss my home so much. It probably happens to everyone studying abroad. Just done with my First professional Examination Abroad, and I sat down to write something that I felt in my heart. Warm bed, soothing breeze and burning winter sun of Raichur seems Home enough. But it is not that comfortable room or cooling fan that keep my heart out of encapsulation of missing my home.

Toothpaste on tooth brush

Studying abroad with government stipends alone is tough. In one way or other we lend up asking helping hand from our parents. It is well for the rich family but for other it is quite uncomfortable. Despite our stipend being increased to Nu. 4500 per month, I still anticipate tough life. But it would bring lot of comfort compare to before. It is difficult to survive because only money talks: starting from toilet brush, tooth brush, hair oil, face cream, toothpaste, soaps...etc enters our room only when paid. Sometimes when on emergency, cunning auto drivers charge us double the rate, sometimes even more especially when we are not sure of where we actually wanted to go. So, living is always tough. Sometimes we reach in such a condition where group of friends from five different rooms have to share a soap and have to stand in queue to get a paste on tooth brush from a friend who own it. Thank god, most of my friends don't have moustache and beard to shave daily otherwise we need to lock up shaving blades too. This is not the escalating hyperbole I am overdosed with, rather a ice-tip of our experience.
Being financially sound is essential for good study environment. Otherwise what to pay to mess, what to pay for buying pens and pencils, what to pay for getting new pair of shoes, what to pay for buying face wash.....kinds of questions zooming in our mind devastate us. Thank you so much for recent raise in stipend for students studying in India under government scholarships, it would mean a lot loss on government but we would study well in united response. Every yellow DHL envelope piling reminds us of greater responsibility-STUDY.

So, leaving aside the financial crisis.

I sometimes wonder that a bed, a room, food and clothes is sufficient to keep us away from our home. But I realised there is something more. That is friendship! I may not be able to explain it all but I will try doing it. friends make us live truly in deficient of our caring parents and guiding elders. I turn around and wonder how could I live all alone. But I am not alone. My friends are my parents, teachers and elders. They are everything. They make me happy. When someone grow unhappy, friends surround him with advices and comfort words. I wondered how wisdom-filled we are to advise our friends. We walk hand in hand. Drag those who remain back and keep going forward. When someone becomes sick, all friends would come to see and smile with something in the plastic bags. It touches emotionally when someone whom we never seen also turn up in time of needs. That is there in every Bhutanese studying abroad. It is going good.

Blushes in front of seniors, crushes with classmates and red faced introduction to professors and lectures. In the office of Principal for misbehaving and hurry-up assignments before deadline are part of college lives. It teach us to respect  seniors, love classmates, be honest to teachers, behave well and sincerity.  With one after other assignments, velocity of your writing drastically increases with proportional devastation of hand writing. I referred it as velocity because we have to move our pen in one particular direction (left to right). Our good hand writing of High School becomes hen writing in College.

However, It keeps moving great.


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