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I was posted in prostho dept. for one and half months. For our un -luck it was the month of festivals.  Each clinical batch has 12 members. Fortunately or unfortunately, I am the last member of our batchI i always get the case last. as it was a festival season, none of the members got either CD or TPD case. we were so unfortunate. in the second half of the month, the first member got patient. i saw all the cases. even though, i got no patient i attended posting everyday. i helped all my friends. got inspired by two interns who were so dedicated in their work. saw them helping all my friends and i learned work from them. going everyday to college to attend posting was never boring, because i could watch my friends going wrong in each steps. this way i learned, how to go wrong in each steps and  how to avoid it.as the days passed by, i still got no patient. As a joke i asked my prof, if i would get a patient. and he asked me to be optimistic and hope to get one before posting get done.,

Every blog i start with apologizing about my procrastination. damn, it's never going to leave me. even if i try harder. my friends say i am lazy to do the small stuffs. Getting a printout of a mail, cleaning the chips cover, going to my friends room, getting sign for the work already done years before etc always are hard for me to complete. when i think about it, its damn true. i find it hard to post a blog which i have already written. as the days passes by, and come across the same blog that i have written earlier. i find it BULLSHIT. the things i wrote with amusement and anxiety are worn out to craps that my brain build up while writing the blog. i never post it. i delete it. i hope i post this one without giving a chance to rethinking about whether to post it or not. i always wonder how i get so many views. i even checked with my brother about the same. he said it's because of Ur peculiar style of writing. Now that's again a bullshit. he is family. even if i draw l

I heard the most amusing story of the lifetime from my brother. I didn't  knew how to respond when he said this to me. My brother bought a PS2, I am guessing one year back. He bought a second-hand one since he just got a new job and belonging to a country like India playing video games for more than half an hour will be a  crime. Upsetting Indian parents are so easy in my opinion. Playing games for few hours, sitting ideally on the sofa in the evenings, chatting on the phone for half an hour or less, even not taking a bath in the early morning can upset Indian parents.  So we didn't know how exactly we were gonna use it. He bought it while I was away from home with his friend. So when he came back I realised, he didn't bring two joysticks. So we had to play it separately. It was a huge loss.But as I already guessed, we used it to the least. Few days back, bro asked me if I could play with him fifa14. I was like, yeah why not but we don't have two joysticks. H

One of my goal for this vacation is to learn cooking and eat a lot. Yesterday was one of that day to achieve my goal. I cooked carrot halwa. I didn't take any help from my mom except asking her to find cardamom powder and wash plate. It took me around one hour or more to cook the dessert. It wasn't a flop, everyone enjoyed every bit of it. Even I liked the taste. I prepared this in the evening so lighting wasn't good, hence I used candy camera to take the photo. If you liked how it looks, scroll down to see for the recipe. Keep in mind- I am not a professional cook nor do I cook daily. These are my experiments so you can make slight adjustments as you wish. INGREDIENTS Carrot (I prepared for 4) Ghee 1-2 tablespoon Milk Sugar  Cardamom powder Raisin  Cashew PREPARATION Heat the nonstick pan and add ghee to it. As the ghee get heated add grated carrot to it.  Mix it well. keep the flame in medium and cook for 20 -25 mins.  Stir int

After coming home I have been busy. Ate so much. Mom said I lost weight and she is feeding me all the time, now I can't remember how hunger feels like, today I didn't do anything in particular. I woke up, had breakfast, went through many interior designing software, visited my new home under renovation and went with mom to rectify some issues in her office. But that evening I was home alone and was  left with nothing much to do. I was going through youtube. I have a weird habit of playing movies in background and browsing. I didn't have any movie in particular in my mind. Last time when I was back home for vacation, I remember seeing a movie named Kireedam. And also remember me crying through the entire span of the movie. With this hangover, I saw the second part thinking at least that will have a better ending. man! I  was bloody damn wrong. I even cold after watching that. My dad came home seeing me cry badly that day. I wanted to watch it one more time. that would b

As u can guess from the title, I am back home after approx 4 months. U people have no idea how happy I feel about being back at home. Most of u might think I am crazy being homesick for not being home for few months. But I felt crazy depressed for not being home for that long. There are few reasons why I felt the way I did. I usually run back home every 2 months. But this time, it didn't happen bcoz of the back to back exams. I gave my external exam which was so stressful for me and lot of us, due to lack of study holidays that we got bcoz of our never-ending practical works. I gave 3 theory exams and 6 practical exams, so relieved that it got over now. It's super cold in Karnataka, but couldn't enjoy a bit of it. So this time, coming home was so exciting since we were having hard time in college and hostel.  I planned to write the post while traveling, and to be honest it went well till my last guy friend got out. After seeing him off I went to update my post realising I

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Hereafter I am never gonna mention the name of the college I study.  I will give a small scenario of what  we see daily in my college. we see it so  often that, it's no longer a big deal to us. My college staffs are mad, they can get on ur nerves all the time. If u didn't write the correct date in ur record, Mann u r so screwed. If ur work isn't satisfying enough, obviously it always depends on their mood, u are again screwed. If we talk or if they see a mobile in ur hand, u r a dead man. They can ask u to submit a project, assignment etc in days before ur external or internal or whatever exam u have... these all response depends on their present mood. it's hard to enjoy college life in here. But i would never say i hate my college, but  sometimes I do feel like to do this. So one night we were at the college library. We got so tired of reading the books which weighed more than us. So we thought of going around the college and discover something, who knows, I m