Magnus - College Magazine by Osmania Medical College 2010 Batch by Abdul Kareem

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Sometimes love is for a moment.. Sometimes love is for a lifetime.. Sometimes a moment is a lifetime.. Cherishing the moments with you Sruketh.. We dedicate â&#x20AC;&#x2DC;MAGNUSâ&#x20AC;&#x2122; to you!

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DR. THATIKONDA RAJAIAH Deputy Chief Minister Minister for Medical & Health

MESSAGE I convey my good wishes to the Principal, the management and students of Osmania Medical College, Hyderabad in organising the Annual College Fest BEATSâ&#x20AC;&#x2122; 14 in September, 2014 and in bringing out the Annual College Magazine - MAGNUS on the occasion. I wish the College Fest all success.

(DR. THATIKONDA RAJAIAH)

MESSAGE I am glad to hear that Osmania Medical College has successfully conducted the college fest ‘BEATS 2014’ and are coming out with the annual college magazine ‘MAGNUS’. I congratulate and convey my best wishes to the students and staff of the magazine committee for their excellent endeavour and work.

DR. PUTTA SRINIVAS Director of Medical Education Govt. of Telangana

MESSAGE It gives me immense pleasure to have witnessed this yearâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s college fest - BEATS 2014 and to note that the final year students are bringing out a college magazineMAGNUS on this occasion. Such activity brings out the creativity of the students and helps them learn valuable lessons of co-operation, leadership and team work. MAGNUS is a perfect blend of literary articles, art, photography, personal experiences and wonderful memories of students which reflects their creativity and potential. I am very happy to convey my congratulations and best wishes to all the students and faculty for their endeavours in bringing out this wonderful magazine

(DR. M. RAMANI)

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Sruketh, 2k10 (1989-2010)

In Fond

Remembrance Of.. When we think of the past, it’s the beautiful things we pick out.. We want to believe it was all like that! When we heard of it, what moved through us was a silence, a quiet sadness, a longing for one more day, one more word, one more touch.. It has been said ‘time heals all wounds’..we don’t agree! The wounds remain..

Reshma, 2k9 Uma, 2k9

Samagna S hankar, 2k9

In time, the mind, to protect its sanity, covers them with scar tissue.. The pain lessens, but its never gone! We may not understand why you left this earth so soon, or why you left before we were ready to say good-bye, but little by little, we begin to understand not just that you died, but that you lived. And that your life gave us memories too beautiful to forget.. The song may have ended but the melody lives on!

Karthik, 2k6

FROM THE EDITORIAL TEAM “You are only given one little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it” said Robin Williams. We, the editors of Magnus-2014, believe its absolutely and impeccably true. MAGNUS - The Annual College Magazine of Osmania Medical College, is an assortment of a varied spectrum encompassing experiences, ingenuity, imagination, art etc. which we feel is that spark of madness or creativity that we Osmanians have! It gives us immense gratification when we look at this consummated work, rather a joyride, and to present to you, the fruit of our endeavour. When we embarked on this task, we thought it would be just a stroll down the lane, but it turned out to be an odyssey leaving us with a baggage of memories. It all began with like-minded people of our batch sitting together forming the so called ‘Committee’ (Don’t get deceived, it’s just a bunch of batch-mates hanging around) and pouring in some of their adroit and crafty ideas. We wanted our magazine to be unique and hence were in search of new ideas and started implementing them (lightning speed there!) “Well what’s in a name?”, thought some of us, but to us “It’s all in the name”. “Old habits die hard” they say. We medicos being very fond of the Greek and Latin languages called our compilation, the Magnus! (Latin for Great) The next task was to publicise our magazine. “Leave no stone unturned” they say. Right from putting up charts, announcing in classes to a page on Facebook, we made sure every student of OMC knows about the magazine. Though the initial lack of response got us worried, the huge number of entries that flooded in later inspired us in making Magnus one of its kind. Roaming for sponsorship, clicking department and batch pictures, sorting the entries, editing and compiling them were all worth the arduous effort we put in. A sense of nostalgia hits

us as we sit down to write this note ‘cos we realise that this beautiful journey has come to an end. A journey that gained us memories worth cherishing... That turned a ‘bunch of classmates’ to ‘close friends’... that gave us our dream magazine! 2K10 proudly presents - MAGNUS-2014

Hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed compiling it! – TEAM MAGNUS :)

CONTENTS

English Articles

English Poems

Telugu Section

Urdu Section

Hindi Section

Journey of 2k10

Art Gallery

Photography 109 Group Photos

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Chief Editor Dr. M. Ramani (Principal)

MAGAZINE COMMITTEE

Faculty Head Dr. Surya Prabha

Co-ordinators Sateesh Pasunuri Shreenika Siddhamshetty

Urdu Section Sana Hyder Talha Faiyazuddin Zahra Abdul Rasheed

Special Thanks Keerthi Swarup Gade Nihas Raja

Kirthi Narayana Kavya M. Sateesh Pasunuri Ramya Theja Kadiyala E. Pavan Kumar

K. Abhinay Shreenika S. Sukrit Pasupunuri Sindhura Navakiran Reddy

Design

Abdul Kareem

Sri Harsha Muvva

MAGAZINE COMMITTEE

Magazine Committee

English Articles ENGLISH ARTICLES

English Articles

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The Most Unforgettable Patients Keerthana Kota, 2009 batch

e all come across patients during our postings who are too willing to give a history, who refuse to talk to us at all, who believe that we are the most efficient in the hierarchy of doctors just because we spend an hour taking their case and also those who believe we are jobless just for the same reason.

3. There was a patient in Medicine ward with hepato-splenomegaly when we were posted there in 3rd semester, just learning where liver is and where spleen is. We took his case for 2 full days. He was so impressed with us for spending so much time with him inspite of being such busy doctors!

Here’s a list of the most unforgettable patients I have encountered during my postings.

He religiously came to us every morning for the next 10 days or so asking us to examine him and see if he got any better!

1. There was a 20 year old with dilated cardiomyopathy in our Medicine ward. I percussed his 4. There was a lady in our very first Obstetchest for heart borders, very soon followed by rics & Gynaecology postings. We routinely all the other unit members. The whole ordeal asked her “Kya thakleef se aaye aap hospital lasted for a good 45 minutes. He was highly ko?”. She got so furious with us and gave us irritated with us. He started shouting so many gaalis! Thank God we weren’t at us, asking what new thing we very fluent in Hindi to understand “ Mere upar exfound out by beating him up for them! We later understood that periments math karo so long! We just managed to we weren’t supposed to ask a slip out of the ward unnoticed saab! Mein abhee jawaan pregnant woman that question! by him. The next day when we We now carefully reframe our hoon!” entered the ward, all the patients question - “Kaise hai aap? Sab refused to talk to us, let alone examteekh hain ya kuch thakleef hai?”. ine them even after the Post-Graduate asked 5. This happened when we were posted in them to cooperate. It so happened that this Ophthalmology for the first time. We were topatient told everybody in the ward over dinner tally new to the subject. We had no idea what that we were of no use to the patients and we we were looking at when we threw light into a only do funny things with them for time pass! patient’s eye. But we did it all the same. We did For the rest of the week, we had to take cases it on every patient in the ward; all of us, one afin another ward till new patients got admitted! ter the other. We also did it on a patient with a red eye. He ran around the ward shouting we 2. There was a patient with hydrocele in our made him blind by doing so. Surgery ward. An Associate Professor came for rounds and was asking all the interns, “Who We all heaved a sigh of relief when his photowants to operate on a hydrocele?”. Our patient phobia subsided and his vision got clear. promptly replied, “Sir, mein nesuna ki aise 6. There was a patient with Atrophic rhinitis hospitals mein (teaching hospitals he meant) in our ENT postings. We all know the classitraining doctors se karvathe operations. Mere cal description for the foul smell in atrophic oopar experiments math karo saab! Mein abrhinitis. But our patient was fine, no ‘badboo’. heejawaan hoon!” But we kept on asking him if there was any Everybody burst out laughing. After draping foul smell. He was exasperated and asked us him and covering his eyes, a newly posted infinally, “Kya problem hai madam aap ka? Mein tern successfully operated on him. naha ke hee aaya hoon”.

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ENGLISH ARTICLES 7. We all know our experiences with S.P.M postings where most patients are a bit shocked with our questions. They even mistake us for workers of GHMC. But during a door to door survey in the scorching sun of April, I met a very nice lady who invited me into her home, offered me ice cold water, switched on the cooler and talked about how important it was for doctors to know about things like water supply, housing and sanitation. It was my turn to be shocked!! 8. There was a Diphtheria case in Fever Hospital during our S.P.M postings. We were taking

history from the father. We know how much of family history we need to write in S.P.M case sheet. This man had 8 children. One of our unit members was so irritated that he asked that guy, “Aap ko bachhe enough hai?”. We got so scared at that man’s fury, we quickly ran away from the ward! All of us have these experiences during case taking when we meet people from all walks of life, all different kinds of backgrounds. They make case taking fun, and not a monotony!

An Insight Swarna, 2009 Batch

s a medico if you ask me which posting I find enthralling, my answer unwaveringly would be psychiatry. I have not only seen several intriguing cases but also witnessed the social outcasts and the callousness of their own families towards them. Today, I want to talk about one particular case. In this case, the individual was diagnosed with schizophrenia. He was very frightened and the reason in his own words was “I think the Government is conspiring against me. They are monitoring my activities. They also want to hear my thoughts. It’s not safe for me to be out there. They will kill me.” Our professor asked “Why do you think that the government wants to kill you?” He said “I don’t know.” Later when the professor was explaining the case to us, the patient suddenly asked her about the need for her spectacles. She patiently explained to him that she had a blurry vision and hence could not see properly without the aid of her spectacles. He immediately asked “why do you use a frame? Why can’t you put the glass directly on your eyes without the need of a frame to hold them?”

I was astonished because that was the main idea that gave origin to the concept of lens. Our patient who asked this question is an illiterate rural man. And a schizophrenic. With no idea on science topics whatsoever, he was able to imagine and conceive such a wonderful idea. Whereas we, being the so called highly educated scholars with an above average IQ, do not even bother to think about such simple ideas. I then realised that ingenuity lies in imagination. It doesn’t lie in the quantity of knowledge acquired. If we think outside the box once in a while then maybe we can find the ingenuity that’s inherent in us. As Albert Einstein quoted “Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life’s coming attractions”. Education should enhance our imagination and thinking but not abate our skills.

“ Imagination is everything”

Insight on our skills: The first instant thought that came to me was “Why didn’t I ask my ophthalmologist the same question in 6th grade when he told me to use spectacles?” And then

Insight on schizophrenia: Psychiatry has always interested me. It may be because of the many unexplained questions that are yet to be answered. When I think about psychiatry, the foremost symptom that comes to mind is hallucination. Hallucination is like a state of dream. You feel fear, sorrow, happiness and a multitude of other extreme emotions. The only difference is that in a dream, your motor activities would be inhibited whereas in hallucinations

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MAGNUS-2014 | COLLEGE MAGAZINE | BATCH OF 2010 they are not. What is real to you doesn’t seem so to others. It’s a collision of two different and contrasting worlds. When a normal person receives a stimulus visual or auditory, the brain interprets the same and sends impulses to act accordingly. What happens if the brain is at fault and generating impulses without a stimulus? How will you differentiate between reality and hallucination? How can you ask the patient to assess his malfunctioning brain while it is still playing rogue? Some say that one can differentiate between reality and hallucination by exploring the grounds of truth. But, is it always possible?? Is such a blanket rule practically

applicable?? So many questions. Very few answers. The hidden truths and the answers to these questions have to be explored, realised and revealed to lessen the sufferings of mankind. Schizophrenia is not the disease of just an individual. It’s also a disease of the society. I am compelled to say this because I have seen the demoralising ways of the society towards them. Treating them like pariahs will never alleviate their condition. Society must also be educated on the prevailing mental illnesses. Until said illnesses can be completely cured, empathy is the best remedy we can offer to make their lives slightly more bearable.

“Osmecans” - A Journey Naveen Pasunoori, 2009 Batch

ug 1st 2009 - Unforgettable day in our Then came the dates of our first internal exlives. Stepping into Osmania medical colams. That was the first time when most of lege with our parents, leaving behind severus started studying seriously after so many al thousands of our competitors, is an inexmonths of entering Osmania. pressible feeling. Introducing ourselves to our “I should get the first mark” attitude of our batchmates in the anatomy dissection hall; school & Inter life changed to “I should not fail” orientation session in the auditorium; video and eventually as time passed to “No problem about our college, mesage of our principal & even if I fail in these internals” (what a drastic HOD’s; no ragging promise given by our senchange!!). iors, staff - everything that happened on that day is like... as if it just hapLife went on with those regular “ No problem pened yesterday. classes of Anatomy, Physiology,

even if I fail in these and Biochemistry with a new Our classes started in SPM lecmovie every week. Not knowing ture hall; “What is health?”, “What internals ” which book to read for Physiology is epidemiology?” - SPM profeseven then, we started our preparasor. “Who knows?” is all what was in tion about 1-2 months before our final exour minds then. Seriously, we were completely ams. Those preparation night outs (especially clueless then, that very soon we will be learnbefore Anatomy paper2) were nightmares. Fiing about working of a septic tank, construcnally with the generosity of our examiners we tion of a RCA latrine and what not! made through the first year. Putting our heads down while walking in the We entered 2nd year (Rat became cat!). Ragcollege, staying in outside hostels etc, to esging our juniors, attending postings when we cape from seniors was of no use. The cat (senwish to; practicing all the games we can (TT, ior) will some how catch the rat (junior)! We Badminton, basketball, etc.); PULSE, the best had to write their records, entertain them (inpart of our mbbs life, helped strengthen our teraction part of the ragging), participate comrelationships (especially with the girls!) and of pulsorily in the JUDA’s strike, work for fest and course those unavoidable exams. Just like the many more. first year we cleared off 2nd year.

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ENGLISH ARTICLES Then came the 3rd year - year of transformation.”I should learn something. I should do something!”. This made us join Sunshine, Global, Care classes; go to the ref with Harrison/ Davidson. We tried to learn everything in the posting (though it’s just a futile attempt). Enjoyment with friends is a must, no matter in which year we are. Discussion about another tour (PULSE ka nasha makes us do this) went on, though it was not practically feasible. We finally entered 4th year before we could even get used to the feeling that we were 3rd year students after a very long halt in the 2nd year. Suddenly everything changed - going to postings regularly by 9 AM; presenting cases daily; deeply regretting about wasting our 2nd & 3rd year without studying; reading as much

as we can; pouring in all our best ideas and contributions to make our fest “GENESIS- 2013” a hit. All the enjoyment is over and we finally stood on the verge of a big mountain (by the month of October). Tension started and most of our batchmates were seen in and around the ref & reading rooms almost round the clock. And finally we cleared off even this hurdle (final exams) and entered Internship - being completely busy with those unending night duties, PG coachings, etc. The final day - Convocation is very fast approaching. We again enter this college with our parents (after 5 and half years!) and finally end our beautiful journey in this amazing institution wishing each other a very good luck for our future.

An Unsolved Mystery at OMC Harita Yemjala, 2010 Batch

MC has many mysteries even inside its campus. A few are already uncovered, few are still making many minds work on them. One such mystery which is in the minds of many is ‘’THE TOMB’’ behind the Community Medicine demo rooms.

generation of Osmania is not aware of its age.

The plan of OMC and Koti Women’s college when read together gets the story to the end. Women’s College was once a palace, as everyone knows. Our college was in the compounds of the same mansion. An interesting love stoNo one knows whose tomb that is even though ry aging back to the Nizams’ time took place it has stood there from many years. Few curious in our present-day Koti. Lieutenant Colonel students tried finding it out but ended half way. James Achilles Kirkpatrick arrived as a resident It even caught my sight during my first in Hyderabad in 1795. His brother William days in this college. The article ‘’10 described him as a ‘’young imperi“ An interesting Things to know before leaving alist intending to conquer India.’’ Osmania’’ caught my attention But then he liked the customs love story aging back and then I started working on it. and traditions of Hyderabad and to the Nizams’ time took started following them. He even Few osmecans claim it to be a place in Koti” became fluent in the Hindustani fountain. But if one goes nearer language. He fell in love with the he can find that it is not a single tomb, noble woman Khairunnisa Begum, grandbut there a couple of them. They are guarded daughter of the then prime minister Nawab by a small compound wall. When searched for, Mahmood Ali Khan. Kirkpatrick converted to we cannot find any inscriptions or a nameplate Islam (Shi’ism) and married her. “It is one of the on them. The design on the top of the tomb is first interracial love affair between British and called “gumaan”. Few tombs behind OGH have an Indian noblewoman’’ as quoted in Wikipesimilar gumaan. When the elderly there are dia. approached, it is known that those tombs belonged to Nizam’s time. This is why the present Kirkpatrick built a mansion for her (the present

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women’s college) giving this place the name “Koti” (meaning mansion). Our college was in the compounds of the same British residency. And this tomb belongs to someone from the British residency itself. It was a custom to build memorials and tombs in the premises only if they were important. Our college foundation was laid in 1956 and was inaugurated in 1962. Before this period, this land was in the mansion’s compounds. A few locals say that this place was Jaam Baagh (garden) in the mansion premises and there were armed security placed at the gates (our present main entrance). One can find similar tombs with similar sculpture, without any name plate or inscriptions on them in the British cemetery which is now in the Women’s College premises. The sculpture is kind of blend of Western and Nizam styles. Few tombs were built in pairs even in the cemetery. Few other reasons suggest that the tomb belongs to British. Had it been someone who belonged to Hyderabad, the family members will

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visit at least once in a while. But since decades no one ever turned up as said by many working in the college. After the foundation of the college is laid no one will be allowed to build a tomb in the college premises. A senior retired professor, Dr. Suresh Babu, who hails from the same place says ‘’I played near this residency in my childhood days. I even had a look at this college during its construction. The engineer was a wise man, he might have ordered to build that compound wall around the tombs without destroying them to preserve the memories of the lost. Even though at present all endeavours to know more about these tombs result in failure, we may hope to one day find the names of those two who are laying silently for decades in our college.

ENGLISH ARTICLES

HEAL Khyati Kiran, 2010 batch

he doorbell rang at 10 am that Sunday morning. Lazing around, I was making plans of going shoe shopping to buy a pair to run in (maybe once in a blue moon). The doorbell rang again. I walked reluctantly to the door, opened it to meet a person who wanted to speak with my Mother. He said he was from Kamalamma Home for Destitute and had come for the annual donation. As my Mother was busy, I got into a conversation with him trying to know more about the Home. My Mother came along gave him the donation and just before he left, he gave me the Home’s visiting card and asked us to visit the place. The Home wasn’t too far, it was actually on the way to my shoe shopping destination.

my mind. I reached the shoe shop, bought the shoes. As I waited at the billing counter, I realized I spent an amount close to what the girl needed to write her boards, for a pair of shoes which I might seldom use. I spent a thoughtful night pondering on how simple some of their needs were and how some “time” and “effort” could help some of the kids develop. The next day, couple of friends and I discussed about the same. Sharing each other’s experiences made us realize the needs of the underprivileged of the society and how each of us by small contributions of our pocket money and more importantly our TIME can make a significant difference in their lives.

The yearning to help the less fortuI stopped by at Kamalamma Home nate and do something for the for Destitute. It was a small estab“ Helping, society gave birth to HEALlishment by the Tukaram gate, Empowering Helping Empowering Achievasbestos shacks for the roof and Achieving ing Loving. It is an NPO started walls and a curtain made the door. by some of the students of 2k10 Loving” It sheltered more than 25 abanbatch of Osmania Medical Coldoned elderly people and about 25 lege. With guidance and help from orphans. Widows took care of young and old. I was moved by the children’s stories of teachers, friends and family, the members of HEAL, made a small effort to bring a smile on how they got there. the faces of people at Kamalamma Home for Many of them were orphans and the others destitute and MNJ Cancer Hospital. abandoned by their families. Some sought the Home as shelter from harassing relatives while Through HEAL, we help collect funds with it was the last resort for some old mothers which we: whose children had moved away. All of them • Support Kamalamma Home for Destitute’s lived together as a family at the Home. children’s education, school fees, books One of the girls I met there wanted to appear for the 10th boards that year but couldn’t because she was due to the school by a minimal amount without clearing which, she wouldn’t be allowed to appear for the exams. She needed some books and someone who could help her with Math too. Many other children went to Olivet Grammar High School close to the Home and needed help with their fees and tuition.

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Basic household necessities like ration, fans in summer

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Organize health camps for the elderly and provide essential medicines.

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Donated cupboards for pediatric ward at MNJ Cancer Hospital.On Sundays we would spend time with the children at the Home tutoring them, helping them with their regular academics, teach them basics of computers and relive our childhood as

Unfortunately I had other tasks at hand so I left the Home with thoughts still buzzing in

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MAGNUS-2014 | COLLEGE MAGAZINE | BATCH OF 2010 we enjoyed with them. Festivals and birthdays were days we shared joyously with them. HEAL gave us an opportunity to help realize how privileged and lucky we are to be loved and cared for by our families. It gave us the confidence that each one of us can, in our own

little or big way make a difference. Beyond all it made us experience the satisfaction we got when we made someone smile. “How we are born might not be in our hands, but what we do and what we CAN do for others who are unfortunate…is.” Don’t just stop with the thought, step forward to DO something because where there is a will, we will always find a way.

Poet’s Delight A review by Syed Mustafa Hashmi, 2010 Batch

any a great man has spoken loftily about this art we call poetry, some said poetry is language that talks and sings and some likened it to the plucking of heartstrings. To me the evocate words of Henry David Thoreau come close to conveying the idea of what this pursuit is about - “Poetry is the only life got, the only work done, the only pure product and free labour of man, performed only when he has put all the world under his feet, and conquered the last of his foes.”

tha brought up this idea of a poetry meet. Unlike most such floated plans though, this one didn’t disappear into nowhere, thanks to Dr Suresh of the Community Medicine department. He insisted that we go ahead with this and after many delays, it was eventually held. The initial response was understandably low, as is the case with most new and untried plans. But then, there did seem to be a poet in everyone, a lot of people came forward just a couple of days before, and some even on the day of the event.

Through centuries, poetry has appealed to men in many forms. Right from the ancient Greek With the able backing and help from Dr. Suresh epics The Illiad and The Odyssey to the modand Dr. Padmavathi of the Anatomy Departern Frost or Tagore, it has caught man in ment, the idea came to fruition. The its web of elegance, eloquence and Seminar Hall served as the venue “The passion. There’s an undeniable and it was choc-a-bloc with poets, beauty about a random string of viewers were left keen listeners, a few faculty memwords coming together to emerge bers and even the press, before delighted” as a moving thought, a captivating the event started. expression or a powerful reflection. 15 fine pieces of poetry were read out Many of the Holy Scriptures of religions, spanning English, Hindi, Urdu and Telugu. We most National Anthems, mystical hymns and had students from many batches and even devotional chants – all have elements of poetthe faculty organizers showing us their creary woven in them. tive side. A variety of themes were touched It’s said there’s a poet in every person. Poet– women emancipation, medical life, choices, ry is blind to age, gender, language or theme. world awareness, cancer, love, relationships, There isn’t another time this would seem truer life and more. There were serious ones highto us Osmanians. The first ever poetry meet of lighting social issues, poems relating to things our college was held on the 3rd of July, 2013… medical and even a few humorous pieces that and what a response we got! had all in splits. Everyone was heard with rapt attention and applauses were showered time Walking back in time, it was about a year ago, and again. Refreshments were also arranged during the usual talks in the canteen about life, for all those who gathered. universe and everything that Sana and Sama-

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ENGLISH ARTICLES To add more colour to the evening, Mustafa conducted a poetry quiz with questions after every alternate poem. The audience lapped it up enthusiastically, learning new facts and even answering and winning a few prizes. All the participants were given certificates after which the reporters took a couple of interviews. The organizers Sana, Samatha and Mustafa found it heartening to note that not just the participants but also the viewers were left delighted. The meet served its purpose and drew more people than was expected. After all, poetry does unite all under a common umbrella. The event was favourably covered in many new outlets including the Times of India and a special feature in Eenadu. Gemini TV aired the interviews as well. Impending exams meant some participants from the junior batch couldn’t make it. For the paucity of time, some of the poems weren’t read out. All this calls for another, bigger meet next time. Till then, keep writing folks – in writ-

ing lies a poet’s delight, doesn’t it?

Everybody Can Be a Poet Sana Hyder, 2010 Batch For burning passion, like flames of fire, For determination soaring with wings of desire, For hearts full of affection or minds with thoughts profound, At last! The ideal expression of emotion we’ve found! An escape from the stress, it’s a tired man’s respite, One of its kind, it’s called The Poet’s Delight! Where medicos be it the freshers , sophomores or final years, Showcase their poetic shade, exchanging ideas with their peers! In words of rhyme which sing and speak, Melodies of tunes just like the heart beats, Comforting the soul and healing the scars, Spreading joy & warmth both near and far! Instilling in all empathy and love for sure, In poetry we have found the medicine to cure! They say that poetry is the music of the soul, It’s hidden in some, in some it’s expressed as a whole. After all what is man, but a long poem of beauty, Composed of mere four bases A,T,G and C!

Beautiful Eyes C. Suma Sri, 2010 Batch

ertain incidents in your life are special to you as they teach you something, remind you of something and are simply etched onto your mind…. It was such an experience in my life…. I remember each and every moment of that day, still fresh in my mind…. It was my first visit to “that” place. Excited as I was, I entered the room. It was bright, warm and cosy.

pect a lot of crying and activity in the place .But this was not like that. This was different, far too different. This place was unusually silent and a strange sort of melancholy seemed to emanate from the room. Although I had not expected anything else, it was still making me feel very uneasy. I just couldn’t take it any longer and turned to leave when something caught my eye and I stopped.

“Will he make it?”

I glanced around the place. There were around 8-9 neonates in the room...…all on mechanical ventilators and other life support systems except about 1 or 2. Tubes extended into their tiny mouths and the faces covered by oxygen masks. Caths were placed on the hands of some of them. When you enter into a place with newborns, you generally ex-

Instinctively, I moved closer and looked. It was a baby a short distance away from where I had been standing. He was like all the others except in that he was not on a ventilator .But what caught my attention was that in contrary to the others, this one had his eyes slightly open. And what beautiful little eyes they were!!!!There was some magic in them as they appeared to be staring at me and talking to me. “It’s tiring “they seemed to say to me,” fighting

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MAGNUS-2014 | COLLEGE MAGAZINE | BATCH OF 2010 like this.”

I started. I saw a nurse hurrying towards me.

I was shocked! But I couldn’t just walk away… those eyes had me bound there… I had to reply to them….

“I…I am sorry …I forgot “I spluttered.

“It is .But you have to gather up all your strength. You have to keep going” “I can’t take this anymore” “Oh!! You can…you just need to be strong” There was a gap …and then he seemed to question me again… “Will I win?” Ah! The most dreaded question …. What do I say to it…but I had to say something… I had to be strong now… “You are born to win...” I said. I didn’t realise it but I was smiling at him and he too seemed to smile back…. But it lasted only for a split second and then the eyes closed slowly as if that was all they had wanted to know. I was aghast. I wasn’t expecting that. My hand stretched out to him. I wanted to hold him, comfort him. I wanted to say –“you’re going to be alright!!” “No!! I told you that you’re not supposed to touch anything here.”

“It’s ok. Just be careful.” “This baby here…?”I stopped in mid-sentence not knowing what to say or ask…. “This one?? He’s been here since three days. He’s preterm” she gave me all the details. “Will he make it?” “We hope so. He’s been pretty stable since this morning” “I hope so too….” I said, relieved. “Thank you for letting me in” I said and came out of the NICU hurriedly. Since that day, whenever I see a neonate it always reminds me of that baby and those eyes which I still believe had talked to me .Those eyes full of innocence…those eyes which had a sense of purpose in them…those eyes which had taught me to fight off with courage every hurdle that I come across in my life…… Maybe it was all just an imagination….maybe just things running in my head….but the baby’s fight was real…the inspiration it offered was real….the lesson I had learnt was real….

… But Journeying into Memories will not stop! Talha Faiyazuddin, 2010 Batch

t was a cold loud night with ear-aching ‘music’ Four years into college passed by so swiftly in the auditorium and irritatingly encouraging that now I hope the college life was like the happy shouts, a warm dinner with lovely slow traffic of Hyderabad on a busy day. friends and in all that background a Nevertheless, the memories of “ Cherish these silent thought sprouted deep in these past years are not scarce; my mind. The smile paralyzed for moments, for moments rather they are so many that a moment, but then a kick from journeying into it doesn’t have don’t last but only as a the inside said: “Cherish these an end! memory” moments, for moments don’t last Now, a few more days and then all but only as a memory in the lane of would go their ways; meeting would be life and words in the directory of life”, and a rare opportunity like ‘once in a millennium’, then the smile was renewed, the moments a call would be a gift, chatting on ‘Whatsapp’, were rejoiced and more memories created. ‘Telegram’ or ‘Facebook’ would wither away

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ENGLISH ARTICLES gradually; but keep calm and don’t be afraid, the journeying into memories wouldn’t stop! Pictures do help in making memories but all it can capture are events and moments, images of the person and not the personality itself. The ‘personality’ leaves a mark in the memory-scape either like a smooth soothing art or like a coarse paining scratch; with the character you live with. You help someone, make them smile or at least do not hurt anyone, with your words and actions. Do not let the burden of

hatred and animosities towards anyone bitter your memories. Forgive everyone and make sweet memories and be in the good memories of others. If anyone is hurt by me, which I never intended to, I hope for their forgiveness. Let’s paint our memories with beauty and hope that the journeying into our memories never has an end!

‘Presenting’ the ‘History’ of our postings in the WARDS :P Shreenika Siddamshetty, 2010 batch

e begin our clinical postings right from the second year.. most of which is spent in getting used to the amazing scent of the hospital and those long hours of standing! So, our ‘true’ ward postings begin only in the third and fourth years. The story begins the night prior to the posting with a message on our ‘UNIT GROUP’ - “Coming tmrw??”. More often than not, our enthusiasm forces us to reply a “Yes” immediately, followed by a personal message to the closest unitmate - “Which time?”.

probably be on his stroll towards the canteen. The ‘padhakus’ of our unit hunt him down and request him for a class, which begins with the Sir scolding us (the so called ‘cream of the society’) for being late and indisciplined. We feel a sense of achievement when we learn a few facts new to us. However, this happiness doesn’t last long because our aching legs and rumbling stomach force us to tell the Sir that, “We have a theory class at 1 in the college and we should be leaving now”. He scolds us again for the lack of dedication and ends up giving some homework (which we remember only after coming to the wards the following day).

“Coming tmrw??”

After a long discussion and finally deciding on the time, we wake up the next morning only to realise that we are extremely late. Getting ready hurriedly and rushing to the hospital is a part of the routine! We then open our manuals and start taking the case (copying the questions from the manual and answers from the case sheet..creating a few details and missing the vitals usually)

That night we get a message on the UNIT GROUP- “Coming tmrw??”… so on & so forth!! P.S. - the ‘padhakus’ mentioned above might have an entirely different experience. ;)

Next comes the examination which is when the enthusiastic self kicks in once again and all of us pounce on the patient looking for the charecteristic features! By the time we finish our case, the Chief will

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The Story of My Experiments with “Panipuri” :P Samatha Toopran, 2010 Batch

or those of you who are wondering that it might be my autobiography because of its resemblance to Gandhiji’s, let me assure you here that I’m not going to bore you guys with my life story! I’m sure the very utterance of the word panipuri makes anyone’s mouth water in anticipation. The sharp ringing sensation in your ear and that amazing feeling as the water filled puri bursts open in your mouth makes it a simply irresistible snack. It only leaves me craving for more! Panipuri, golgappae, pani ke patashe, puchka or gupchup - whatever you call them, they are my all-time favourite snack.

fact, it is a good appetizer, digestant and the mint leaves have a cooling effect. I quite don’t remember the first time I had panipuri, but I remember my parents rarely let me have it as a kid because it’s unhygienic. But now, there’s no stopping me! I have tried panipuri at so many places - Delhi, Varanasi, etc but still love the panipuri you get here with the hot chana. But the most hygienic panipuri I had was definitely in Delhi where the bandi wala was filling the puris with a tap!

Recently, I have attempted to be amorous and tried making this very-impossible dish at home, it tasted fine but definitely still “There’s a Panipuri is said to have originated doesn’t taste like the bandi wala. I somewhere in the region of Uttar can never figure out the key to that really interesting Pradesh. It is now available in al“perfect” panipuri I have at my falegend about most every state, each having its vourite place. But I can proudly say panipuri.” own variants addressing the diverse that I can make better ones than the palates. Has anyone noticed that Hydermost awful ones I ever had! Speaking abad has a panipuri stall in like almost every of my bad experiences with panipuri I had one galli? And every second stall is named Laxof my worst ones in Varanasi. Ironically, the mi chat Bandar?? Sometimes I wonder what UP tourism boasts off for its Benarasi panipuri. makes these shops tick, but then no wonder But maybe I haven’t had it at the best of the when Hyderabad is filled with so many pani shops because I saw the shop guy paying him puri-holics like me! And for all the vendors for getting tourists like us as customers. “small investment-big rewards guaranteed”! “How should the best panipuri taste like?” my There’s a really interesting legend about pafriend asked me. Well, I think that entirely denipuri. In the Mahabharata, Kunti wanted to pends on your taste buds...some like it spicy, test Draupadi and so, she gave her dough some sweet and some sour...the best balance just enough to make one chapatti to make between all these makes panipuris simply irdinner for her five husbands to test her abiliresistible. ty tide over difficult times. So she made very I say “panipuri nahi khaya to kya khaya!” small puris and filled them with flavoured water. Kunti was so pleased that she blessed her dish with immortality. That’s how panipuri came into existence. Interesting story, indeed! Faster than any fast food, panipuri is actually a healthy yet tasty snack. The average caloric intake for panipuri is very much less when compared to a burger for the same fullness! In

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A Thing called Empathy Abdul Kareem, 2010 Batch “First of all,” he said, “if you can learn a simple trick, Scout, you’ll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view […] until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.” – Atticus Finch’s advice to his daughter in “To Kill a Mockingbird”

and more that it’s actually very different. Sympathy is like feeling bad for someone whereas empathy is the ability to feel for yourself what the other person feels. The world is full of sympathisers but there is a severe lack of empathisers. Some people would like to call it EQ - Emotional Quotient, the emotional equivalent of IQ - the Intelligence Quotient. (That might explain why some people, who otherwise appear so intelligent, are so emotionally dumb).

n May 2012, the TIME Magazine did a cover Here is an example. How many people have story titled - “The Me Me Me Generation”, you seen that complain about salesmen and which set out to show, through various studies, telemarketers? A lot of them outright get anan increasing trend of Narcissism and other gry and yell at them for wasting their time. The such “selfish” traits in the newer generations. whole feeling of anger is based on the lack of The author claims that it might even be possi- empathy. They are correct in seeing that their ble that the younger generation is not only car- time is getting wasted but what they fail to see ing less and less about other people, but they is that they other person is just doing their job. It is the source of their livelihood. Immight even have become irreversibly agine if fate had not favoured you as handicapped of that ability. It might “The much and placed you in their place. just be just another case of the oldMe Me Me Would it be your fault as you think it er generation whining about the is theirs now? young (in a more sophisticated and Generation” academic manner perhaps). A faEmpathy is not merely a virtue or a nomous person once said “Our youth now ble trait. It is a skill that can even be used for love luxury. They have bad manners, contempt practical benefits. Businessmen who have sucfor authority; they show disrespect for their el- ceeded in seeing things from the point of view ders and love chatter in place of exercise; they of their customers have attained huge success. no longer rise when elders enter the room; they Steve Jobs of Apple Inc. was famous for his contradict their parents, chatter before compa- understanding of a common person’s point of ny; gobble up their food and tyrannize their view. His company is famous for making easy teachers”. Sounds like a standard complaint of to use products that “just work”. Customers any old person today. Well, it so happens that are even ready to pay an extra premium for it. the famous person is none but Socrates from Leaders who have managed to understand the the 4th Century BC. Regardless of whether we aspirations of the commoners have lead great are actually any worse than the older genera- revolutions & victories. It is surprising how rare tion or not, we all must have seen a few peo- it is to find people who are good at seeing ple (or may be a majority) who seem to lack things from a common person’s point of view. this ability. The ability to see things from another person’s point of view. The ability to walk Empathy is a skill that can be developed. Sciaround in another person’s shoes. The ability to entific studies have been done on this subject. It is also known that not companies like Google see people beyond Me, Me and Me. check for such skills to select their employees A more are less accurate word for this ability and leaders. Studies have shown that women might be “Empathy”. When I first heard this word in general possess more empathy than men. I wondered how is it any different from sympa- (They really didn’t need to do a study to realthy. Only later did I come to understand more ise that, did they?) It’s also known that people

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lot dealing with all kinds of people, this ability might be beneficial. Also, it would not be exaggeration to say that it may have the potential to solve a majority of the world’s problems. Isn’t a lack of understanding the root of all conflict?

Ambition Varsha K, 2011 Batch

“G

reat ambition is the passion of a great will be distractions and many chances to go character”, said the great French miliastray. However, all that matters is how we rise tary leader Napoleon. Every person believes up after a failure. The ambition must be etched in doing something extraordinary for himself in our mind and should not be replaced with or herself, the family and the society. Ambition depression after failure. Failures are the stepis that earnest desire for an achievement and ping stones to success and must only strengthmore importantly the willingness to en our attempts for the achievement strive for its attainment. “Heal the world we’ve always hoped for. We, the future medical profes- and make it a better Ambition and the hard work to sionals of this nation surely have achieve it are entirely different place.” a dream to become famous spefrom being overambitious where the cialists-a neurologist, a surgeon or desire is excess and the purpose isn’t cardiologist working round the clock or be a beneficial either to the individual or the comrenowned physician. It only remains a dream munity. For example, in an attempt to be the without passion and hard work. We choose best at something by all means, letting down the medical field believing that someday we your fellow companions is just a meaningless will turn out to be bright doctors willing and attempt to achieve success. capable of serving the society. This ambition Thus, we the future doctors must follow our is fresh in our minds and is just a beginning in ambitions and as rightly said “Heal the world the journey that we embarked upon. and make it a better place!” We have to be prepared to overcome all the obstacles and work towards our goal. There

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to Osmania: Places of Interest in the College Campus Sudhir Mane, 2011 Batch

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ou are a student at Osmania Medical College? You must show me around your college, especially your dissection hall”... Most of us have faced this moment when we describe our college to our relatives and

non-medico friends. Everyone is intrigued by the “Koti Medical College”. I am sure everyone who boards a bus from the bus depot in front of our college must have surely wondered “Medical college lo em untadi?”

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ENGLISH ARTICLES Thus, I’ve come up with this quick “Places of Interest” guide of our college. Whenever any friends or relatives visit the college, make sure you take them to these places! The Dissection Hall: The dissection hall can be regarded as the most sacred place in the college. You can call it the “inner sanctum” of the college. This is definitely not the place for the faint hearted. On a typical working day after 11 am you will find dismembered cadavers on the dissection tables. Some of them with no limbs, others disembowelled... the possibilities are endless. You may see anything; it depends on which part of the year you visit the college! The Tank Room: You must be wondering where this is. Think harder. The spooky room hidden behind the flimsy wooden door at far end of the dissection hall where the cadavers and dismembered body parts are stored in colossal tanks of formalin. The pigeons in the room seem ominous. They loom around the exhaust vents cooing creepily.

can find several anatomical specimens, bones and preserved foetuses too. There are several jars with snakes too! Also there is a section where different types of weapons have been put on display. Right from a Rampuri chaku to a spade. And the gun collection is antique. Several flintlocks and muzzle loaded rifle are stacked in a display case. The most disturbing section may be the photographs of crime scenes. Definitely worth visiting! Anatomy Museum: The anatomy museum is locked most of the time. But one can take permission from the anatomy department and have a look. A series of preserved foetuses give an excellent account of embryogenesis. One would definitely be fascinated by the intriguing specimens that have been placed on display. The first year students ought to be given a tour of the museum during the orientation program. Cold Storage: Yes, the cold storage! It’s located on the third floor near the histology lab. It is off limits. But this place is worth mentioning. OMC is the only college in the state that is equipped with a cold storage facility. It can accommodate 16 cadavers. I was lucky enough to have a quick peek during the MCI inspections.

“Visit at your own risk”

This is probably the scariest place one can ever be in. It’s scarier than the mortuary. One peek into the tanks can send a chill down your spine. Inside the almost 5 feet deep tanks are several cadavers immersed in formalin. (This reminds me of the scene from Harry Potter and the half blood prince where animated corpses come out of a lake and surround Harry and Dumbledore.) Visit at your own risk..... The Animal House: Albeit it no longer exists, the animal house is a place an animal lover would definitely want to visit. The keepers at the animal house were more than welcome to show visitors around the enclosures. One can find several rabbits, guinea pigs and white lab mice. There are frog tanks too. (One may feel like sneaking out a few guinea pigs in their pockets :P) One can also find rats which are used for pharmacology experiments. Take your time and explore the place. Tip: Ignore the stench and animal droppings. Forensic Medicine Museum: This was the first place that I visited in second year. It’s an amazing place. It’ll probably require several hours to completely examine everything in the lab. One

Pathology Museum: The pathology museum is quite interesting too. Situated on the first floor, it houses several specimens of diseased tissue. Definitely worth looking at. There are a few other places that I would like to mention. They aren’t spectacular as such. But definitely worth a mention. The weird structure that can be seen from the SPM/ Pathology lecture hall. Some say it is a fountain. Others say it is a burial site or some sort of tomb. Nobody seems to know. The Prana Dhatri tree in Osmania General Hospital. It is located near the staff parking. There is a placard on the tree that says the tree gave shelter to 150 people during the great Musi flood of 1908. There are certain places in the General Hospital which one must visit. I can’t cover them here

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Adios! PS: People who call OMC “Koti Medical College” or “OU Medical” ought to be punished! It’s Osmania Medical College. Nothing else.

Men : Women :: Mars : Venus K.Lakshmi Shirisha, 2011 Batch

id you ever wonder why women can shop all day, and for men it drives them nuts? Did you know there are hormonal reasons for that? It’s not just culture, it’s evolution.

The good news is even though getting cancer is more likely because of our modern environment, it’s also more likely than ever that you can have successful treatment of it.

Women have traditionally been responsible for doing the gathering. They get a surge of the feel-good hormone serotonin, and it gives them energy. The more they shop and gather, the more energy they get. They come home energized.

Even better, there’s a lot you can do to prevent these kinds of cancers.

This higher rate of occurrence illustrates something the cancer societies and family practitioners miss when they talk about cancer. Higher rates illustrate how far strayed from our natural en“The difference we’ve vironment.

For a man, you can see what happens out in the malls. After about is disappearing a half hour, he needs to go get a We’ve changed the nature of the cup of coffee, or else he just sits fast” world we live in. Many of the chempathetically, slumped in a chair icals and processed foods we eat inlooking miserable. Being the hunter, crease estrogen in the body. Now, cancers he wants to bag the kill. So, to have game in that affect parts of our body with estrogen front of you that you don’t get to catch zaps receptors are on the rise, even though other you of your male hormonal drive. cancer rates have stabilized, which makes a The idea that men are from Mars and women lot of what those mainstream sources advise are from Venus has always been a part of our for, “lifestyle changes”, dangerous. Most of nature…until now. But that difference is disapwhat they want you to do isn’t pleasant, isn’t pearing fast. natural to you, and isn’t helpful. The unnatural world we’ve created isn’t just society taking away the man’s hunter instinct. Or modern stress taking away a woman’s gatherer energy.

The most important thing you can do to prevent male and female breast cancers, and prostate cancer for that matter, is to stop the accumulation of excess estrogen.

We’ve created a world full of feminizing chemicals that act like estrogen. The result of that is even worse than male breasts and mega-menopause for women.

How do you do that?

These things are causing cancer. For example breast cancer rates are rising for women…but today, more men than ever are being diagnosed.

By promoting the C-2 pathway of estrogen metabolism, instead of the C-16. That might sound complicated, but it’s really pretty simple. Estrogens that go down the C-2 pathway are weaker, and those that go down the C-16 pathway have much more damaging physiological

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This first one is for men. One of the most important things is to reduce the action of a molecule called aromatase because it turns testosterone into estrogen. Minerals like selenium and zinc reduce aromatase.

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But another powerful group of nutrients is citrus flavonones. Flavonones seek out and bind to aromatase molecules. Studies show this action of flavonones can help stop the development of estrogen-related cancers. Flavonones came mostly from oranges and grapefruits. Though juices can be a good source of flavonones, they also contain a lot of sugar. So for flavonones, eat grapefruit

and oranges instead of drinking the juice. •

The B-vitamins detoxify your body of estrogen down the C-2 pathway.

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DIM (Diindolylmethane), which you can get from eating broccoli, is also effective.

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Other important substance that can help body naturally move the excess estrogens along the detox pathway and out of the body is SAM-e (S-adenosylmethionine). Besides being an antioxidant, SAM-e promotes bile circulation, which enhances estrogen’s excretion out of the body. It is also effective at negating the effects of estrogen in the body by preventing estrogen toxicity.

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Another notable antioxidant that can stop estrogen from damaging cells is alpha lipoic acid. A recent study shows that alpha-lipoic acid can protect reproductive organs from the estrogenic effects of estrogen-mimicking chemicals like BPA (bisphenol-A).

Sleep Fact File K. Lakshmi Shirisha, 2011 batch •

About one-third of our lives are spent sleeping but very little is really known about it.

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The scientific word for stretching and yawning is “Pandiculation”.

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We sleep in different stages. These range from light sleep to deep sleep, with periods of REM in between during which we dream.

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New born babies can sleep upto 21 hours out of 24.

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The connection between REM and dreaming was discovered in 1953. It usually begins about 90 minutes after falling asleep and occurs in bursts, totalling about 2 hours a night or 20% of total sleep time.

Children and teenagers need about 10 hours of sleep while adults need 7-9 hours.

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Those over 65 need the least of about 6 hours sleep.

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Older people have less deep and less REM sleep.

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At least 30% of adults snore. Many inventors have come up with anti-snoring gadgets to solve the problem. These include mouth or nose devices that alter breathing by blasting the snorers with sound, giving them electric shocks or shaking their beds.

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Trains have a dead man’s handle which must be held at all times. If the driver falls asleep and loses his grip, the train stops.

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Can You? Aiman Mohammadi, 2014 Batch

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here are two kinds of people: those who think they can, and those who think they can’t, and they’re both right.” This quote by Henry Ford has always intrigued me. For, I believe that every inch of this statement is true and completely agreeable. Why some of us do are able to do things and why the others aren’t? This is all in your own mind. If you believe in yourself then you can. Sometimes you need to be optimistic. Have faith in yourself. Try to believe that you CAN do it. The other half of the quote shows us the reality. By experience, I feel that those of us who think that they CAN’T do a thing often end up not being able doing it. It’s not because it they weren’t capable of it but because they didn’t think that they had it in it. But then again, when we fail at things, be it not being able to score the competitive highest at college or made a disaster of some dish you cooked at home or not being able to score that goal in football or whatever, sometimes failure is inevitable. This doesn’t means you have to stop believing in yourself. Rather

the purpose of that failure might be the wisdom or the lesson you get only when you are unable to achieve the thing that you wanted. It definitely doesn’t gives you the excuse to think you CAN’T. Why do some of us underestimate ourselves? OR think that the diagram your friend has drawn to perfection, you cannot or the confidence with which your sister carries herself, you can’t. Its time YOU started believing that you might also be able to do something, only if you tried. Why is it that when we were children we had big dreams of becoming a scientist or astronaut or whatnot but then as we grew up it all became restricted to getting a degree and further more just going on with it? When did we ever stop dreaming about it all? All of us should strive to make a difference. Be it small like a drop in ocean or as big as an elephant in the room, do something, anything but not nothing. Dream big! Believe that you can. At the end I want to ask you whether you want to be among those who leave a mark in this world or those who leave a stain.

“They are both right”

Short Essay on Doctor Sai Dedeepya Kannegolla, 2014 batch

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hat service is the noblest which is rendered for its own sake’. — Mahatma Gan-

dhi.

The human life on the earth is full of pleasures and sorrows, ups and downs, strength and weakness and health and illness. Like day and night these happenings are inherent in everyone’s life cycle. But it is a silver lining that there are noble people who work all their lives to mitigate the sufferings of others. Among them, the profession of Doctors is perhaps the most respected, for service to the society.

A doctor dedicates his life to the service of the patients. He or she relieves the sufferings and pain of mankind. He cures them from disease and illness. He strives to make the life of others better and healthier. The doctor works to prevent spread of the epidemics. Every now and then dangerous diseases grab the humanity. It is the doctor who finds the cure. Sometimes it may take years of

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ENGLISH ARTICLES painstaking work and research to find the cure, but ultimately the success is achieved. As a result we find that the fields of medicine and surgery have advanced beyond imagination. A damaged organ can be transplanted in today’s medically advanced world. A doctor’s life is hard. Often, he has to visit the patient at odd hours foregoing his rest, sleep and even food. Sometimes the doctor has to work throughout the day and night attending to serious patients or victims of war, epidemic or major accident. He has to always treat his patients with a smile and cheer. He motivates and encourages sick people. He is a source of hope and strength. Even in distress his duty is first towards his patient. Always remembering the famous Hippocratic Oath, he pledges his life in alleviating the sufferings of the patients.

ervoirs of Doctors. It has about 300 medical colleges, which produce about 30,000 doctors every year. They work all over the country, in the cities and villages, in large hospitals or their own clinics. In recent years there has been a great leap forward in the modernization of our hospitals with latest equipments. This has facilitated the doctors to undertake complicated operations and treat critically ill patients with success.

“A doctor’s life is hard”

India has a long tradition of service to the mankind. It is ingrained in its culture and all the religions. As a result, Indian doctors are well known for their charitable attitude, dedication, hard work and personal touch. They are in great demand all over the world. Many Indian doctors are working in famous hospitals abroad. India is a country having one of the largest res-

Besides Allopathic system of medicine, there are doctors who practice Ayurvedic, Unani and Homeopathic systems of medicine. Innovative practices of treatment, like the Chinese acupuncture and acupressure, yoga, Nature cure etc. have also gained popularity in our country. The doctors practicing traditional systems are locally available and often called ‘barefoot doctors’. There is a revived interest in these systems of treatment and many allopathic doctors combine their treatment with traditional methods like yoga, nature cure and Ayurveda. The whole purpose is to serve the mankind and remove the pain and sufferings of patients. In this respect, the society is indebted to the profession of doctors. “Doctors will have more lives to answer for in the next world than even we Generals”- Napoleon Bonaparte.

The Insanity of English Language Akramunnisa Sufia, 2014 Batch

want to know when, where and how was the English language was developed? It’s so insane. Just look at the logicality of the language. If vegetarians eat vegetables then what do humanitarians eat? There is neither pine nor apple in pineapple but there is lot of cheese in cheeseburger. Why can’t we pronounce put, the way we say cut and but? When silent letters are silent why should they be used? We say somebody’s house has burnt up when it

has actually burnt down. Why can’t physiology, phone and physician be written with an ‘f’ and cat, cake and common with a ‘k’? When stars are out they glow but when lights are out they don’t glow. How strange? I often wonder about the lunacy of this language. Now you might be thinking when I have such a great problem with the language then why I am using it? Well, the answer is I am a ‘LUNATIC’ myself!!!

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Are you InQuizitive? Syed Mustafa Hashmi, 2010 Batch

hrough the years of our undergraduate life, we all dread a viva – and the journey doesn’t end peacefully with more threatening entrances to follow. I’ll not really blame you if secretly develop a revulsion to being asked questions. Try getting quizzed, in the right style, for once! Here are some of my picks from quizzes I have done during my time at OMC: 1. Eigengrau is the German word for “intrinsic gray.“ It is seen due to residual action potentials sent along the optic nerve, causing the sensation of a uniform dark gray color. Where/When do you see this colour? A) Color seen by the eye in perfect darkness/ eyes closed

-50 mV, the PD is on the order of 150 mV, which is the largest PD found anywhere in the body. What fluid is this, only about 2 microliters of which is present in the body? A) Endolymph 5. The explanation for this common question is: -Cerebellum can predict sensations when your own movement causes them but not when someone else does; this prediction cancels the response of other brain areas to the sensation -The somatosensory cortex and the anterior cingulate cortex that process touch and pleasant information, both show nearly no activity when we do it than when someone else does it Surprisingly, unlike most of us, schizophrenics (due their brain changes) can do this to themselves! What doubt, that you must’ve had at some point of time, is being cleared here?

2. What common posture used for medical examination and surgical procedures involving a certain area of the body was “Try also used in the ancient surgical A) Why we can’t tickle ourselves! getting quizzed procedure for removing kidney 6. The medical profession adopted stones, gall stones and bladder this in the mid-19th century to restore in the right style stones for over a thousand years? credibility to a profession that had been for once!” You can see this fact reflected in its damaged by quacks and mystic healers. name. It symbolised a scientific approach to mediA) Lithotomy position (litho=stone, tomy=cut) cine and also truth, cleanliness and purity. However, in 2007 this traditional item was banned by 3. Initially, the extraction of this was difficult and its the National Health Service in hospitals across mass production had proved too daunting a task. Scotland and has now been largely phased During World War 2, due to increased reout in England too. This was done after studies quirements, it became common to collect showed that the item can hold significant reserurine from patients for this purpose as John voirs of bacteria leading to spread of infection. Sheenan had still not devised his chemical The alternatives put in place differ among hospitals synthesis method. Recovery of the unmebut follow a common ‘bare below the elbow’ policy. tabolized form was possible in this manner What item is this, that was originally beige in colbecause its renal clearance was very high. our? Why was the urine collected? A) The White Coat or Apron A) Penicillin in the urine could be isolated and reused because during the early penicillin era, 7. In medical circles, MBBS graduates and the drug was so scarce and so highly valued medical students who choose a PG or a residency in any of these 4 specialities are 4. This is unlike any other extracellular fluid said to be on the ‘ROAD to happiness’. found in the body – its predominant cation is These specialities are considered to assure the potassium (157 mEq/L) ; sodium is very low (2 doctor a balanced lifestyle, at the same time mEq/L). The high potassium content in it imoffering good money for the least taxing work. plies that potassium, not sodium, is the carrier What 4 specialities does this acronym repreof the depolarizing electrical current. It has a sent? high positive potential and because the adjacent cells are at a negative potential of about A) Radiology Ophthalmology Anaesthesiology

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ENGLISH ARTICLES Dermatology 8. Lots of names were proposed for these molecules, some of which were amboceptor, substance sensibilisatrice, zwischenkörper, copula, desmon, philocytase and fixateur. The first part of their current 14 letter name refers to their function and the second part refers to the structural type. The nomenclature of the isotypes is based on the kind of larger subunits which are of five varieties in humans - α, δ, ε, γ and μ. What set of molecules are these, of which we have over 10 billion distinct variations? A) Immunoglobulins 9. Prior to 1961 when Leonard Hayflick proposed his idea, it was believed that the potential for this was unlimited. He conducted an elegant experiment and showed that the limit was between 40 to 60 for humans. What is the Hayflick limit? A) The number of times a normal human cell population will divide until cell division stops. Normal human cells divide about 50 times and then stop and enter a senescence phase. This

correlates with telomere shortening and also the physical aging of the body. 10. If numbers 1, 16, 17 or 32 are being removed, what is the most likely procedure being performed? This is unlikely to make you less smarter than before! Especially considering that what’s being removed is vestigial. Just in case you use the Palmer notation- it would be 8┘, └8 , 8┐ or ┌8. Or instead simply, M3. A) Extraction of Wisdom Teeth Let’s end on a happy note, with the last question! 11. This basic action can be of two distinct types: -The genuine one, called Duchenne ______, which additionally involves the contraction of orbicularis oculi muscles -The fake one, called non-Duchenne ______, which does not involve any contraction of the orbicularis oculi muscles. This is also called the Pan Am ______ or the Botox _____. Interestingly, these are governed by two separate neural pathways Of what are these the two basic types? A) Smiles :-)

A Memorable Break-Fast Shagufta Tarannum, 2010 batch

henever there is a festival or occasion, no one celebrates it alone, all by himself or herself. The main joy of of any celebration lies in sharing it with your friends and loved ones. And the more people we have to celebrate it with, the better. Ramazan is a very important occasion and we always try to share it’s blessing and virtues with as many people as possible. It was not very pleasing for us to see that so many of our college friends were missing out. That, combined with the constant demand since the last three years by our friends, we finally decided to go ahead and conduct an Iftar party for the whole batch (Iftar is the meal that is taken to break a fast). It wasn’t a very easy task for 14 people to organise a party for a batch of 200 students, but through the help of our friends and proper planning & co-ordination, it was accomplished. Calling ourselves “The Fasting Team”, the 14 of us, Shagufta Tarannum, Zahra Mohammed Siddiqui, Zahra Abdul Rasheed, Ayesha Samreen, Juveria Fatima, Ramsha Tahoor Ahmed, Fatima Mehnaz

Naghma, Sabeena Elliyas, Maryam Afifa, Sana Hyder, Nazma Jabeen, Talha Faiyazuddin, Syed Mustafa Hashmi and Abdul Kareem - worked through a long tiring week to make this a reality. The response we got was overwhelming. Almost all students of our batch showed up enthusiastically. They listened to us with patience and seemed to enjoy the meal. They were particular that the organisation was really good. We were indeed overjoyed to see our efforts come to fruit. We never got to express our immense gratitude towards the Principal for giving us permission to conduct the event, Dr. Muralidhar, HOD of Community Medicine Department for allowing us to use the venue, and all our classmates and juniors from 2011 and 2012 batches who helped us in making it a success. I would like to use this platform to do the same. We are all different, some of us more than others. Differences can either closer bring us or move us farther way. It is our attitude that matters. Let us reduce these distances and enjoy our differences, and set an example of true friendship and love.

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Articles By Faculty Food for Reflection Dr. Pari Plavi, HOD, Dept. of Anatomy

hange is the instrument of progress. We must learn to manage that change. This is education to effectively manage all the changes that occur in one’s life. It is a pity that all our educational systems are geared to intellectual stimulation rather than to the development of an emotionally balanced individual. The only alternative to growth is death. That which does not grow dies. There is no choice – nature does not tolerate static conditions.

course. A student should be free to express them all. Never question the purpose for which you have been created. Try to find it. Try to fulfil it. If you must speak the truth do not speak it harshly for the truth is rarely accepted but the harshness remains.

“A wise man submits himself”

Work not done is worse than done badly.

The significant problems we face cannot be solved at the same level of thinking we have when we created them.

The faster the vehicle, the less freedom the traveller has. Unfortunately, we don’t know how much we are dying when we break a moral commitment because it is not the body which is dying. Just as a torch is to be used only in the dark our intellect too should be used only when we do not know what to do. The wise man submits himself. It is always good to have a little less than we need – health, wealth, intellect and power. It helps us to stay humble and focused on our goal. We receive only to give. In this giving is the true destiny of a human being. True education has to be evoked, not pushed in. It is akin to digging a well – rubbish, nonsense, wisdom everything comes out in due

Discipline is regulating your own activity yourself, to lead to the maximization of your life’s potential in all spheres of activity. There is no limit to what a person can do if he thinks he can do it. If you go on thinking of problems, you will find they are infinite in number, whereas if you think of your goal, there is only one. Try to give all around you. Don’t forget – “what you give to others, you give to yourself.” A volunteer has no choice of the kind of work he has to do. All superstitions, all fear is because of the desire to remain as we are.

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To Medico with Love: Points to Ponder Dr. Rajashree Christopher, Associate Professor, Dept. of Physiology •

MBBS seats are like hot cakes. Eligibility is a fortune. Any college is worth it. A bird in hand is worth two in a bush.

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Time and tide waits for none. Time flies in MBBS course. Within no time entry and exit is complete. Every second lost is lost. Make good use of the time. A good beginning makes a good ending.

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Make hay while the sun shines. Practical classes and bedside teachings have critical importance. Utilize the faculty for guidance, for that is the time when you are in close proximity with them. Opportunity never knocks twice at any man’s door. No time for day dreaming. An idle brain is the devil’s workshop.

blames his tools. (Nachne nahinaya tho angan teda). •

As you sow, so shall you reap. Destiny is in your hands.

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Call a spade, a spade. No insincerity in medicine. Fact is a fact.

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Honesty is the best policy. Be perfect. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.

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A friend in need is a friend indeed. When depressed and feeling low that you are not up to the mark, discuss with your friend. A true friend will always extend help in need. A problem shared is a “If you think problem halved. Two heads are the article is funny, better than one.

scan it for the hidden truth.

Spare the rod and spoil the child. Teachers are bound to be strict for they care for your future. They might be harsh but it is only to control the child in you. Let the teacher use the rod, it is only for your good. You can lead a horse to water but you cannot make it drink. The teacher is only a guide. Too many cooks spoil the broth. Read one book as a text book and use other books as reference books. Especially before exams read only the book with which you are familiar. Avoid reading new books before exams. Plan well. Failing to plan is planning to fall. A stitch in time saves nine. Though there is no detaining after first year, pass all subjects on time. If you take care of a problem while it’s small you would not have a bigger problem to deal with later. It’s no use crying over spilt milk. Do not try to blame others. A poor work man always

• Form a group of friends with the same wavelength. Birds of a feather flock together. A person is known by the company he keeps.

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Slow and steady wins the race. Be methodical and systematic in your approach. That will surely help you achieve your goals. Haste makes waste.

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Practice makes you perfect.

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Empty vessels make more noise. Develop a dignified presence. Talk less but meaningful, because, still waters run deep.

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If you follow all the above points, passing MBBS course is a piece of cake. The task appears pleasant and fun and easy to do.

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Getting distinction will be the icing on the cake.

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A cherry on the cake will be a PG seat.

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A jack of all trades. Wow! The House-Surgeon, provided there is sincerity in the work

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All’s well that ends well.

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Post-graduation is a must. Try. Try again till you succeed.

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Better late than never.

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Success has many fathers, while failure is an orphan.

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Always be open to research, necessity is the mother of invention.

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To sum up: Medicine is fun filled, rigorous and an enlightening roller coaster ride.

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If you think the article is funny, scan it carefully for the hidden truth. Wishing you success always.

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English Poems ENGLISH POETRY

English Poems

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Let Me Live

“He Who Made Me Stick To The Screen...”

Let me paint, the colour of my dreams, In the hues of my likes, In the shades of my beliefs.

Initially I saw u to just seek pleasure, I bet ur bestie “vicodine” can be the measure, and ur collection is my true treasure !!!

Let me flutter like a bird in flight Tearing through the clouds, Reaching for the skies.

I envy ur attitude , but still wonderng y u prefer sollitude, u still r the best dude !!!

Let me sing, the melody of my heart, In the tunes of ambition in the rhythm of passion, Chain it not, don’t rip it apart. Let me run, let me dance, let me fly Grant me the freedom I own Without any but’s, how’s and why’s.

Without u the hospital is at loss, u n ur team make a hell of chaos, yet no one can beat u boss !!! I love Dr Cuddy calng u the “son of the bitch “, man dont ignore , shez ur most favourng pitch ! im waitng for the day ul buy her a sandwich !!!

Let me voice, my views and my choice Make my own judgments For today I fall, tomorrow I rise.

When u call the oncopearl Wilson, its more like pls pay the “bill son”;-) but the truth I know u hav a lot of concern !!!

Let me show, that I ain’t any damsel in distress, I’m polite and I’m civilized But I ain’t helpless.

Ur dictim of “Everbody Lies “, is as yummy as french fries, n I c how it made u solve the never endng cries !!!

Let me stand, like a pillar of steel Gone are the days of suppression Gone are the days of weep.

Even though u humiliate Ms senti Cameron, spyng the gaze of the handsome Chase landing the poor Ms emotional in the daze yet then u remain to b the craze !!!

Let me battle, with will and with might, When I have been wronged, When I have been deprived of my rights. Let me live, the life I long Let me make the mark I want,

Gosh ! u call him the moron, the genius who deals with the neuron, yes its the Mr bold black Foreman, who can keep u in check man (House ) !!!

Let me stand, Let me fall. Let me experience it all, Let me live, the life I long, Just let me live before I’m long gone.

– K. Sai Yasaswini, 2010 Batch (Die hard fan of Mr Cane :P c/o House MD)

– Sana Hyder, 2010 Batch

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ENGLISH POEMS

Anatomy Poem How did the journey start, when did it end? I don’t remember All I know, I had some weird zeal to dismember, The first day I entered the lab, There were no corpses!! All we saw were Gurneys, Cunningham’s, a big cold place with a slab, Next day the grotesque images brought in an element of fear, We were told the dead had to be revered Not treat them like bags of flesh ready to be severed! For few touching the body itself was a mission impossible, But as students of anatomy, it was inevitable... Meticulously I followed the dissection protocol, Lest in the future as a doc, I should have trouble to recall... ‘Reflect the fascia’... the second line of any given dissection, As if it might take you, Oh! 3 seconds or so, I bet These 3 words account for 3 hours in a row Then came the first live view of ‘the little mouse’ with its tendon glistening in the cadaver, Pectoralis major, gluteus maximus, gracilis... Whatever it was...every point about it, we had to gather... Finishing the extremities, with new found ecstasy, we began to invade the thorax, Among others, heart and lungs grabbed our attention to the max True and false ribs, in between were the intercostal spaces, Any question on relations of aortic arch, our heart races. Learning that C 3, 4, 5 keep the diaphragm alive, Into the sea of abdomen we had to dive... They call it Six pack, 8 pack abs, We call it rectus abdominis and about rectus sheath, we prepare tabs,

Understanding the reflections of peritoneum was troublesome, lesser and greater omenta, epiploic foramen getting all that right will make you feel awesome... For others dissecting the liver, stomach, bowels, spleen, pancreas may look gross, Yet, we held them in the right anatomical position, proud like the legends Galen and Vesalius! What about the special senses and the brain? Anatomy without the nerves is insane, The sympathetic chain in the paravertebral lane connected to the spinal cord, afterall it’s main... Without all this, life would be mundane... Not a sec to feel sad and dull, To stimulate your cortex, is the complex skull... Radius, ulna, tibia, fibula, atlas, axis right upto the coccyx, Name it... u have the info from us in a bit... Finally we held the wonder tissue, Naming the gyri and sulci was a big issue The ventricles and the corpus callosum, Not to forget the ear ossicles and the drum, With all this, the course of anatomy came to an end, Leaving me to the clinical world, with it I had to mend, Nevertheless we will always be grateful and mindful of the individuals who once so kindly donated their earthly remains, to the pursuit of knowledge... That was the end of the course of an amateur anatomy student, I shall apply it... this is my pledge!!!!! :-) – Challa Madhuri, 2010 Batch

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Old is Gold! When I was a child, My grand dad was the only one, Who had time to spend with me. Together we basked in the warmth of the morning sun, Everything was jolly good and merry. But on that fateful night when he was gone, I promised myself I would be bold. And as I narrated the story to my grandson, I told him never to forget that ‘Old is Gold’. He carried a bright yellow stick everywhere, He enjoyed good music with a cup of tea. His smile was contagious and no one was spared, I loved him and he too loved me very dearly. “When you fall just stand up and you have won” This was what he had once told, And as I narrated this to my grandson, I told him never to forget that ‘Old is Gold’. He looked wise with a pearly white beard, But to me he was surrounded by an aura of mystery. He was in the army when his right hand was severed, Yet with the jaltarang he was adept at creating symphony. He magicked happiness for me out of thin air, For my colourful tricycle the cherished harmonica he sold, And as I narrated this sitting on my wheelchair, I reminded again that ‘Old is Gold’. Years passed by since he chose his heavenly abode, When one fine day I came across his diary. Tears welled up in my eyes as I read, Of how he masked beneath the smile his agony. He knew no love from his only son, And that is when the mystery did unfold. My father considered him to be a big burden, Why did he forget that ‘Old is Gold’? While staying at home he had to prove his worth, He washed and cooked and cleaned I knew, With an old broom he swept the dirt, But at that time I did not know what in reality he was going through, A happy little kid I tiptoed unseen, As he knelt in prayer out in the cold, How very innocent I might have been, To not fully understand why ‘Old is gold’

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He left us a great fortune he never mentioned, Bringing his son’s ego to shame, And as he parted to another dimension I realised how life played a dirty game, In his last moments to him it was revealed, To let go off love you so desperately hold For love comes in packets of money life sealed, To none it dawned that ‘Old is Gold’ – Aarti Singh, 2010 Batch

Surgery Sundays Waking up on a refreshingly sunny Sunday, I yearned for a holiday to be declared someday. As I tip toed into the Antarctic temperatures of Dr. Yogi Ram’s class, I saw on the slide a stomach in the shape of an hour glass. Gastric ulcers, scarring, fibrosis, why do they occur? Where is the mic? Ah! There it is, So tell me why tissues pucker? Don’t pass it to your friends, Try to answer please, Like always Sir calmly said. I wondered how he never lost his cool with our mic passing thread. The most awaited tea break as usual is time to start all the gossip, From hernia repair to the contents of the tea we discuss as we sip. Case discussion and we are all attentive as the mic may reach us, Ways of cracking the diagnostic puzzle are pondered over with a buzz. Yes sometimes we sleep during class or maybe munch on a bag of chips, But Sir has energy to go on all day with no complaints or mood flips. He has an answer to every question even books cannot explain, A dedicated teacher training us for the journey which is yet to begin. – Aarti Singh, 2010 Batch

ENGLISH POEMS

The Dream Looking forward to a good night’s sleep, I packed my belongings with the day’s job done, When a knock told me it was not over, I slid back into my chair waiting for the man.

An oath to swear by Apollo the physician he said with a silent laughter OMG! You’re HIPPOCRATES! This cannot be real I screamed Staring into Narayan Reddy which sent me dozing off into the realm of dreams – Aarti Singh, 2010 Batch

He was old with an intelligent face, Wise and knowing he had a piercing gaze. Coughing and wheezing he said to me, “I have a problem, I cannot see!”

Nostalgia

Examination started when he entered the room, Following textbook instructions line by line Being an ardent devotee of the medical bible Harrison How could I miss such an important sign?

I miss being the inner me... The childishness and innocence epitome...

“How did you find your way?” I was about to ask, When suddenly he picked up a paper lying down, He wrote with the pen three words in ink “Help me doctor” to which I frowned.

When being with friends was a bliss... And enjoying to the fullest, we would never miss...

“You are clearly not a blind man” I said with indignation, “I cannot see is what I told, good doctor” He said with a little frustration. The hour was a little too late for puzzles So the chief complaint I tried to inquire “I cannot see good doctor” he repeated And got my temper rising higher. “I solve only genuine health problems” I retorted, “This is exactly what I cannot see” he said “Ain’t health the complete well-being of a person then why do you concentrate on the physical aspect?” “Mental health is dealt with by psychiatrists, Surgery is what surgeons do I told We all have specialized in various fields, It’s an ocean of knowledge into which dive the bold. “ “I will remember that there is art to medicine as well as science, And that warmth, sympathy and understanding may outweigh the chemist’s drug and the surgeon’s knife”

I miss the time when I could just play... And enjoy my time just by my way...

When education was a means of learning... And far from thoughts of competition and earning... To lead a life with no worry or tension... And even for the slightest achievement, we would get due attention... When my mind was free and open... And could receive anything which was told upon... To spend ample of time with near and dear ones... With no expectations and time limits for once... To be able to express true emotions... Without the fear of repercussions and reciprocations... I just want to live such a life once again... A simple life irrespective of loss and gain... In short I want my time as a child to repeat... The thought of which is just like a treat... I believe this is the same feeling of every human... In this busy world, the state of mind of everyone... And we know that this dream just can’t be true... Still it is a dream we cherish, one among the few....! – Harsha Neelam, 2010 Batch

This is what I preached 3000 yrs. ago noble doctor

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Dream

Hate me for what I am And I won’t mind at all Hate me for what you think I am That’s where your judgement falls

Every morning I have a dream, Not very unusual but very special, I wake up with the trees, walk with mist, Take little steps to the garden side, Walk on the grass filled with water, Watch the dew drops on the leaf, collect all the dew drops, Make a chain of pearls thou glittering to the light, Before I put it on, My dews, drop into air... :( And I fell out from sleep

There is a person in reality And there is one in your head Get to know me personally, You will render your opinion dead I am not as crazy as you imagine I’ve grown up a lot like you It hurts to think of your avoiding Coz’ you presumed me too rude

– Mounika Krishna, 2011 Batch

You’re surprised to think I’m normal? It’s stupid to think otherwise Don’t be blended by something trivial Try to open up your own eyes.

A Scary Dream...!!!

– Amani Bhogadi, 2011 Batch

Blissful Wishes!! I wish I were a poet, To write how adorable your love is... I wish I were an artist, To paint us together in a perfect picture... I wish I were a musician, To turn those moments with you into melodies... I wish, I wish, I wish... I wish for a million things that begin and end with you... I am not anything I wished... I am a mere being, happy With my fate for finding you. – Bhavana, 2011 Batch

I scream!!! I scream!!! I scream!!! My life in dark, with no light beam, Hopeless, jobless, aimless, nothing good to seem, No righteousness in life to gleam, My life, clueless, worthless, with no proper scheme, Nothing prosperous, admirable or desirable to redeem, The evil monster in life puts me downstream, No virtue or fortune to fight it back upstream, Disaster, sorrow and bad are in extreme, No ethics, no virtue to deem, The demonic, hellish devils form their regime, No help, no friends, I find no satisfactory team, I lose hope and confidence with no proper selfesteem, The evil finally declares itself “The Supreme”, I burn in pain, my blood finally into steam, I scream!!! I scream!!! I scream!!! My eyes wide open…..all of a sudden…… n realize…..that it was just…. but A...SCARY DREAM!!!! – V. Ramya Lakshmi, 2011 Batch

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ENGLISH POEMS

A New World Underneath My Eyelids Squatting on a footpath alongside a dirty Indian road she holds a precious blue carbuncle in her hands. The glitters of the gem scintillate in her eyes. As it plays coy to stay in place, She finds happiness in shifting it between her palms. Spirit from behind a cascade of wrinkles Smiles wide through her lips. Sitting there the old Assamese lady On an untidy roadway in the city of pearls Ready to giveaway her life to see a smile Looks at the treasure of her eyes. Her grandson smiles back – Tejashvi Sreevatsav, 2012 Batch

The world is collapsing underneath my eyelids,

I’m building it with the bricks colored black and white, I named it with an impression, It shall carry it with its eternity, Light is the brightest color, Not any token of knowledge, ‘Cause eyes of this Jesus, Are better judges than Themis, Hence the darkness would smile, For me being so just, And pride, jealousy, pretense, revenge would be so blind, Blind enough to stab each other, And spill blood upon the chains, Chains that tied humans, burned to fumes, Cuttin’ ‘em loose, to fly away with wings. Wings so fair. Hearts so pure. Destiny has no name, no existence. Time disabled to play games with hearts. A new world underneath my eyelids... – B. Manogna, 2013 Batch

Angelic Expression Like a ray of sunshine, a sliver of hope She graced my world with her beauty untold. I was drowning I was dying I could barely breathe Sorrow and pain, crushing me mightily. Her smile, her words, took away my pain She took it all on her shoulders, putting Atlas to shame. Her touch, her caress, set fire to my skin, Burnt away my sorrows, purging my sins. Like an approaching dawn, as splendid as the sun Like a soft breeze, as gentle as a swan Her love and laughter enthralled me Spellbound I was, yet I felt free Her gentle hands wiped my tears, her lively spirit frightened my fears Her heart of gold brimming with love, her easy laughter as pure as a dove An angel, a blessing bestowed by God A woman who, with my life, I’ll guard. I vow to love her till the end and beyond Stronger than death, aye tis’ our bond! – Najeeha Ahmed, 2012 Batch

The Camouflage Dark skies, autumn colours, colourless tears,

Its colour went with the tree barks, And her steps went along the path of the society, A society. People claim to live in their God made fantasies. Like that bird, Whose feathers’ camouflaged to survive from the vulture’s eye? She paced like them, running in routine, ‘Cause once she breathes through her soul’s aria, She’d die for stepping out of the cycle, She’d live as the word of their prattle. But their conscience hath preferred, To breathe in a low span, Over choking in immortality. Their wings touched the sky’s blue, The light rays pierced their pupils, Though they knew they’d die soon, They overthrew the camouflage. – B. Manogna, 2013 Batch Meaning: In this poem, I wanted to convey how people try to fit in rather than standing out in their own way. Actually in this poem there r 2 characters a bird and a girl, whose lives are quite similar, despite their peculiar talents, they had to camouflage in order to survive in the society. But later, they prefer to stand out and suffer than fitting in and dying. Hence they break through the camouflage, though the probability of surviving is quite less. The bird then flies into the dark skies, and the girl expresses her inner talent.

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Fragile Fresher Budding roses we were With petals that shi-were; Punctured school days as balloons Had fun weighed in galleons; Admiring every lil thing daily We stepped out of our lil world coyly. Cramped into studies in inter Our bubbling minds hibernated during that winter; It was of course like a roller coaster ride But went off course with no fun side! Alas! We were out With our fuses out; Talents buried deep In brains that reek! College looks gave us nightmares Where profs made us hop as hares; Lost in the vast premises of our college We lingered around as sheep searching for foliage. Head hunted for Mr. and Ms. Fresher We knew they were going to make us find lost treasure; They said it was to bring out our talent But we knew it was just a relent; Motivated us to come for freshers’ day As our interaction sessions lay; Encouraged us to sing and dance Said it was the only chance; Trying to drive an imaginary ball into sixers We were ducked out by fixers; Ending the great ceremony with national song We were determined not to repeat the wrong. Wishing it was over with a “hammaiyya” We were soon depressed with records by “mamaiyya”; At that time we had no choice, nor voice; Taking one glance at those, during internals We had to cool down our grumpy maternals. Putting full stop to last sentence We started preparing for our final sentence; DP’s cried, statuses wailed With no timetables, we sailed; Dissection showed us stars When labs told facts.

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Sitting cerebrum-on with falcon’s and osmania Flow charts and labelled figures gave us a mania; Night-outs for theory Day-outs for practical feary; We rode two boats at a time Our sleep deprived minds giving out a chime; We, at last reached to the top of mountain Only to find out it was a hot fountain. Realizing it was no use by-heart Learnt concepts by heart; With zandubalm smeared heads, we read In refs, classes, labs, stairs and bed; Days passed, taking away with them holidays We continued to gather knowledge during those holy days; We tried to put on an optimistic look While within us the pessimist shook. That moment, when we completed all tests We went mad like released out pests; We enjoyed every moment of fest Taking chances and competing without rest. Transformed into kids for those few days We awaited our results with dismay; Dreams showing fail marks We prayed our long forgotten gods for at least pass marks; Tension mounted up as days crawled Steeped up as results sprawled; Strongly trying to face any “classes” We sprang after seeing first classes; People congratulated, friends partied But parents mumbled their hopes dirtied; So used to CHINA ranks They accepted late the percentage franks. And with full gusto, we returned to college as seniors With every nerve whispering to pop up juniors; Determinations forgotten Concepts rotten Our first day at postings told That there was much, much, much more to unfold!! – Rohini Velaga, 2012 Batch

ENGLISH POEMS

An Ode to Silent Expression Clad in a burqa, Short and not rich; Hijab, coloured brown and black, Feet embraced by rubber slippers: Half torn. Face bears wrinkles, Lost marks of dimples. I smile when I lie. Eyes moving from eye to eye Of Doctors hurrying past me. The nurse shouts at me real loud: I’m not deaf, though. I’m you and you are me. I only have a different story So I’m alone, I’m by me. My son lies in bed Weak, swollen in his feet, Deaf in his ears. Only twenty years, Beaten by life. So, We shared it : he took scars I took strife. I stand by his bed, I stay Lest he needs something when I am away. White coats move here and there, everywhere. Some talk to me Some don’t care to see. Indifference is romance In fate’s macabrous dance. I still stand there, I’m a mother. I do not know to read and write, When the sun of my life Writes down his dad’s number I ask a student for help, I wait. While this country celebrates And every mouth sings praises in the name of The ten month mission - MOM: To the red planet, And rejoices being amidst the elite Ahead of the fleet, I pray, silently in genuflexion, Five times a day for my son.

I’m a mom Less celebrated, More shouted down for my ignorance, Looked down upon my attire Left unanswered ‘cause I cry. I understand it, dear folks, I’m only a mom, A human to another human Another you to you. But MOM is A GREAT thing. – Tejashvi Sreevatsav, 2012 Batch

Diary of a Shut-in Sitting and cowering in my bedroom corner Scared of the outside world Afraid of sadness, afraid of being a loner Yet not afraid enough to be bold I am afraid of life simply Can’t bear the thought of rejection I say I live vicariously But that’s my way of self-preservation Failure haunts me like the ghost Disappointment follows me relentlessly Like basset hounds, the possessed hosts Of my subconscious crying out hopelessly I pray that one day All of this won’t scare me That I will have the strength to say Hey! Life come and get me! Though you are tough and unforgiving I will weather all the storms I will stand fearlessly like the scarecrow And refuse to break down and mourn I will blame no one but myself any more For my sins and past mistakes I will no more be a crashing bore And try to partake” Until then though I will tough it out I will hand on the lower boughs Till I know I can survive the bout – Sowmya Dhanwada, 2014 Batch

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Teachers’ Day My dear chemistry teacher You have always been my best mentor Taught us chemistry all the time Sweet as sugar or sour as lime

My Perfect World

I’ll never forget the first day of class When you cracked a joke and made us laugh Neither can I forget your first advice I’ll do hard-work and be wise

I wish that there was a world, Without consequences or decisions, Where the eerie quietness would startle even the bold, Where the mind does no derision.

Organic chemistry and solutions All required crazy imaginations The first class of two minute periodic table We’ll remember it better than a childhood fable

But so it can’t be I am told, Every nuance or nonchalant move, Is as precious as gold, The very idea of it makes me bellow.

You motivated us with strong inspiration Directed us towards our destination I think that you’ll never know That you brought us up when we felt low

I wish there was a world, Where we are free from thought, Where regret has no foundation, Where the mind has not fought.

Atomic structure and stoichiometry You unraveled to us its mystery Chemical equilibrium and Thermodynamics You taught us all its simple logics

Where there are no battles to be won, No pain to endure, Where we can have fun, Nothing to moor.

You gave us strength to try and try Helped us smile when we cry Lessons in my brain we could never squeeze You fixed it in our hearts with ease

And so it’s true, Without thought and reason, Where would we be? Running freely and unsuspectingly as the bison,

Life is but a race But you helped us catch its pace In this chemistry of everyday life It was you who taught us to survive

In the end I would wish a world, Where my mind does not function, Where all my cards, I fold, And, for once, enjoy the glorious procession.

Thanks for believing in me When I’d never imagine what I could be Wish you have a Happy Teachers Day Hope you remember me for this someday – Aiman Mohammadi, 2014 Batch

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– Sowmya Dhanwada, 2014 Batch

ENGLISH POETRY

To A Happier Place Did it ever occur to you? Maybe this world’s not for you. You try to be all strong When you’re breaking down inside. Do we need to fit in the frame? Set by people. Wish I could just run away To a happier place. Wish I could leave behind My worries. Wish there were a simpler world. Why do the small things That matter most Don’t count Your mind goes blank Your soul is lost Is this all for which We are here Wish I could just run away Wish I could leave behind my worries Wish this world was a Better place! - Kirthi Narayana, 2010 Batch

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Urdu Section

The word “Urdu” is derived from Turkish, meaning “army”, which describes it’s origin from the amalgamation of Hindi, Persian, Turkish and other languages spoken by a group of people. There are only subtle differences between spoken Hindi and Urdu (often combinedly referred to as “Hindustani”), with speakers often interchanging the two without knowing. It is one of the few languages which took birth in poetry and later developed prose. Still well-known in the world for for it’s “Shayari” and Ghazals, Urdu is not the language of a particular community or religion, with prominent poets and writers from all communities. Even our former PM was known to have written his addresses to the nation in the Urdu script. Urdu is also famous for the exquisite calligraphy that is done using the “Nastalikh” script, which is different from the “Naskh” script that languages like Arabic use.

URDU SECTION

“How To Win Friends

Dale Carnegie and Influence People”

“The only way to get the best out of an argument is to avoid it!”

Genuine Appreciation Positive Criticism

Dr. Hammad Hafeez Usama, D.A. (Anaesthesiology)

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Kashif Uddin, 2013 Batch

Waheed Hussain, 2013 Batch

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Umme Kulsum, 2011 Batch

Iram Fatima, 2011 Batch

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Juveria Fatima, 2010 Batch

(Spleen, Pancreas & Gall bladder)

Syed Mustafa Hashmi, 2010 Batch

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Abdul Kareem, 2010 Batch

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Talha Faiyazuddin, 2010 Batch

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Zahra Abdul Rasheed, 2010 Batch

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Cream of Society

Sana Hyder, 2010 Batch

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कहानी M.Anjani 2k9

सुबह के 6.00 बजते ही करन की घङी का अलार्म बजा और हमेशा की तरह वो उसे बंद करके वापस सो गया। माँ आई और उसे उठाते हुए कहने लगी, “करन बेटा आज के दिन तो जल्दी उठ जा। आज तो तेरा जन्मदिन है”। करन गुस्से से उठा और कहने लगा, “ क्या माँ तुम भी,आज के दिन भी जल्दी उठाती हो।“ और वहाँ से चला गया। माँ रसई मे जाकर जल्दी-जल्दी काम करने लगी और अपने आप से कहने लगी आज सब कुछ करन की पसंद का होना चाहिए।खाने की मेज़ पर करन तैयार होकर आ बैठा, माँ ने उसके सामने गरमागरम पराठे रख दिये।करन चिढ़कर बोला, “ये क्या तुम रोज़ पराठे बनाती हो, कुछ अच्छा सा मोडर्न खाना नही बना सक्ती? ”ये कहकर उठा और बैग लेकर स्कूल चला गया। शाम को माँ ने उसके लिए पार्टी रखी। केक,पकवान बनाये और घर को सजाया। शाम के 7.00 बज गए,करन के पापा भी घर आ गए लेकिन करन का कोई पता नही था। माँ ने करन को फोन करके जानना चाहा कि वह कब आ रहा है पर उसका उत्तर था कि वह अपने दोस्तों के साथ पार्टी कर रहा है और देर से आएगा। फिर माँ की बात सुने बिना ही फोन काट दिया। माँ उसकी प्रतीक्षा करती रही और जब 10.00 बजे करन घर आया तो माँ ने सोंचा अब तो केक काटकर पार्टी कर लिया जाए पर करन ने अपना सामान सोफे पर फैंका और कहने लगा, “माँ मैं बहुत थक गया हूँ,सोने जा रहा हूँ।” ना सजावट देखी ना कुछ और,बस अपने कमरे में चला गया। अगले दिन पिछली रात की सारी बातै भुला कर माँ करन का सामान पैक कर रही थी। देखते ही देखते उसके होस्टल जाने का दिन आ गया था।

करन दूसरे शहर मे पढ़ने जा रहा था। उसे छोड़ने माँ स्टेशन तक जाती है और उसे ट्रेन में जाते देख माँ की आँखों में आँसू भर आए, लेकिन अपने आप संभलकर घर वापस जाते हुए वह सोंचने लगी कि पता नहीं मेरा बेटा वहाँ सब कुछ अकेले कैसे संभाल पाएगा। वहाँ होस्टल में करन के शुरूआती दिन बड़े अच्छे कटे। नये दोस्त नया शहर। पर धीरे-धीरे वो दिन उसे कठिन लगने लगे। अपना कमरा ख़ुद साफ करना,कपड़े ख़ुद धोना और मेस् का खाना!! घर में तो ये सब माँ कर दिया करती थी। एक दिन गुस्से मे उसने मेस् वाले पर छिल्ला दिया, “अरे,इसे तुम खाना कहते हो ये सब तो जानवर भी न खाये!!” मेस् वाले ने हँसते हुए कहा, “बच्चे यह होस्टल है तुम्हारा घर नहीं, गरमागरम और मनपसंद खाना मिलने केलिए।” गुस्से मे आकर करन वहाँ से अपने कमरे मे चला गया। पर उसे भूख लग रही थी। बैग मे देखा तो माँ ने अचार रखा था। उसे ब्रेड के साथ खाते हुए उसने सोंचा कि घर मे तो इस अचार को छूता भी नहीं था और आज उसे वो अचार स्वदिष्ट लग रहा है। तीन महीने बीत गए। करन को घर की याद आने लगी और वो बेसबरी से छुट्टियों की प्रतीक्षा करने लगा। छुट्टियाँ शुरु होते ही वो घर पहुँचा। घर आते हे उसके अंदर एक अलग ही तरह की खुशी थी। करन हाथ-मुँह धोकर खाने की मेज़ पर पहुँचा, माँ रसई से एप्रौन पहने, हाथ मे ट्रे लिए बाहर आई, ट्रे को करन के सामने रखते हुए कहने लगी “Welcome home. Here’s your favourite burger breakfast.” करन माँ की तरफ आश्चर्य से देखने लगा। माँ शर्माते हुए कहने

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लगी, “तुम्हारे होस्टल जाने के बाद मै इंग्लिश और कुकिंग क्लासेस जाने लगी ताकि तुम्हारी मनपसंद चीज़े बना सकूँ। खाकर बताओ तो कैसा बना है।“

करन की आँखो मे आँसू आ गए। उसने माँ का हाथ पकड़ा और कहा “माँ, क्या मुझे आपके हाथ के बने पराठे मिल सकते हैं?”

पहेलियाँ

Afreen Shariff 2k9 Shagufta Tarannum 2k10

1.खुला मैदान सिपाही चार, न कोई शोर न कोई आवाज़। दीवारो मे गड़े औज़ारो को देखकर, आप ज़रूर होंगे दंग और बेहाल। उ. रेफ्रेंस् लाईबररी 2.रेहता हूँ मै बीचो बीच, चारो ओर लोगों से घिरा। फेस्ट के पहले दिन जाग जाता हूँ, दूसरे दिन अस्त हो जाता हूँ। उ. लॉन का फव्वारा 3.कभी हुआ करता था सीनियर्स का अड्डा, अभी कोई नही जाता सिवाय कुत्ता।

पहचानो मुझे, मै हूँ छातो से भरा, कुछ वर्ष मे ही मिट जाएगा नामोनिशान मेरा। उ. पुराना कैनटीन 4.बताओ वो कौन है जो चाय, समोसे, नूडल्स दे पैसे ले पर छुट्टे न दे

उ. नर्सिग

5.गर्व से खड़ा हरियाली से घिरा बताओ मै हूँ कौन जो 12 जनवरी को हूँ सजा-धजा। उ. स्वामी विवेकानंद की मूर्ती

उस्मानिया मेड़िकल कॉलेज Asma Fatima 2k13

कितना प्यारा..... लगता है ये सफर न्यारा। ढेर सारे सपने और हज़ारो अपने।

अच्छी चिकित्सक बनने की है आशा.... कठोर परिश्रम करने का है नशा। हम सब मे है इतनी क्षमता.... उत्तीर्ण होंगे, विकास करेंगे सहित नम्रता।

न्यून है मेरे लिए ये कलाशाला भाग्यशाली हूँ, पड़ गया इन बड़े-बड़े हस्तियों से पाला। करते है सीनियर्स बड़ी सहायता यहाँ बोलो मिलेगा ऐसा कलाशाला और कहाँ।

अब उस्मानिया जैसे पारसमणी का जो स्पर्श हुआ वादा है करेंगे मस्तिष्क की वृद्धी और रखेंगे इस कलाशाला की प्रतिष्ठा।

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Journey of 2k10

Edifying... Eventful... Ecstatic...

Journey of 2k10 PULSE TRIP 2012

2K13 ORIENTATION DAY

n article on our four and a half year journey through OMC? Well, where do we start??

Its crazy how you can look back and realise how much everything and everyone has changed. The memories you can’t forget, the moments you wish to dwell upon, the people that have entered your life and the impressions they leave on your heart. EVERYTHING. Isn’t it crazy? This beautiful journey started with our Orientation Day - 1st August, 2010. We entered the gates of OMC all jittery and frantic, but with new hopes and aspirations. What a complicated feeling that was! The appreciation we got, the inspiring words we heard, the apron-shaped building we saw somehow created a new zeal in us. There has always been a great connection between STRIKES and 2010 BATCH. Our college life started with a doctors’ strike REPUBLIC DAY

ARIGATO (GRATITUDE PARTY AFTER FIRST YEAR)

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and all we did for a month was come, make friends, enjoy and go. Then, academics happened! The cadavers inviting us to rip them apart, the colourless chemicals of Biochemistry lab appealing us to add colour to their life, the finger-pricking and the little electric shocks of Physiology lab, the “Cream of the Society”, the punctuality and formality the Professors wanted us to maintain, the “interactive talks” with our seniors, getting dragged to strikes, the Freshers’ Party we got from our seniors, the first fest we witnessed - BEATS 2010, the nerve-wracking, head-banging study sessions not-so-long before the exams, all happened in the blink of an eye. We opened our eyes, and there we were - SECOND YEAR! It was time to invite our juniors, by giving a Freshers’ Party - the first event that proved our batch’s unity and team work. “Fresh from anatomy”, we attended the clinicals, learnt the “art of history taking”. The place we spent our afternoons, chuddy-buddying with everyone around strangers, acquaintances, not-so-close friends, jigs, OUR Second Home in Second Year, any guesses?? Well, no rewards for guessing right - OLD CANTEEN and its huts has so many memories attached to it. Sitting under tents, we raised our fists into the air to stay united. The REF BATCH STRIKE was our first attempt at changing the rules. As an ode to our First Gurus, who guided us through our initial steps in OMC, we expressed our gratitude in the form of ARIGATO. The saga of strikes continued with the 40day PG strike at GMC. The APSA meet, yet another feather in the cap of 2k10. We put in all our efforts to help our beloved Anatomy Department. The skit performed during

the event will remain unforgettable. Then came the 20 best days of every Osmanian’s life - PULSE. The pre-pulse discussions, the never ending shopping only boosted our excitement. P - “Pic-O-Holism”, Purposeless Fights; U - Unlimited Masti, Unique Games; L - Lol Moments, “Lip Smacking” Delicacies; S - Spectacular Sight-seeing, Sleepovers; E - Endless Chats, Extravagant Accommodation. From “see-and-smile” to “kick-and-laugh”, classmates to gangmates - Pulse made it all. With flooding friend requests on FB, exchange of pictures, reminiscing the best days, it took us a while to get over with the “Pulse hangover”. The much needed shock came with the Pathos (exams) of our life with those taunted drugs (Pharma) which we ended with our Micro memories. Thank God! We didn’t end up in Forensic. There ends the longest and happiest year. The highlights of our schedule for the apparently nerdy Third Year - breakfast with “Rajiv Menon”, dinner with “Sreekanth Vemula” and scholarly Sundays with “Yogiram” and “Sunshine”. With the chant “Ganapathi Bappa Moriya” echoing around the college for 5 days, the eco-friendly Ganesha and the appreciation from Red FM, the Vinayaka Chavithi celebrations that stole everyone’s heart came to an end with the joshful Nimarjan Dances. “In the name of Universal mother and father, the divine supreme reality” came in the form of ENT, ophthalmolo-

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BEATS-2014

gy and SPM. Though the Fourth Year was the most crucial part of our academics, it started with planning for the upcoming events. “Sincerity, Service, Sacrifice” - The true meaning of these powerful words was appreciated by us all through the National Youth Day Celebrations 2014. The Rural Health Camp at Devarakonda, Fruit distribution programme at Fever Hospital, BLS workshop, enlightening lectures on the importance of Yoga, etc gave us immense satisfaction. OSMECON 2014, in it’s 5th edition, true to it’s motto of “pioneering pathways for medical research”, was bigger and better. The untiring efforts for sponsorship, tailoring creative events and the brilliant handling of crisis situations by the organizers were all a part and parcel of our walk down the boulevard of success of OSMECON-2014. At the end of the day, this experience has added an enlightening chapter to our lives - full of memories, lessons and new friends. If there’s something that taught us the most valuable lessons in life, its the three hectic months of fest work-up. BEATS’14 was the event we’ve been waiting to organize since the first fest we witnessed. Putting aside our differences, all of us strived for the success of the event, as a Team. For all our creative ideas, genuine efforts, unswerving dedication to take form, Money was our only constraint. All thanks to our amicable sponsors, we could pull

off this spectacular event. As days passed, weeks passed... as weeks passed, months passed...as months passed, BEATS’14 approached, “revving up our adrenaline”. The Inauguration, Dandiya Nite, Live-in Concert, Choreo Nite, sports and informals were “Beyond our Imagination” and made us wish moments passed slower. The best days are when you don’t need anything extreme or special to happen to make it great. You just appreciate and enjoy, what is and that’s perfect enough. The crazy stuff we did during the 7 days, those will be the best memories. Life is not about the days that have passed but those which you remember. It won’t be an exaggeration to say that the week long fest was surely one such experience. At the end of the article, we realized that our journey is coming to an end. All the things we might’ve complained about initially - the untrimmed lawns and benches, the lecture halls and the always-under-repair projectors, the staircases with the pigeons, “the dining hall”, the traveling to the stinky hospitals - will be missed just because of our love for this journey and this college. OMC will surely be a magical point in our memories and a journey we wish to relive! P.S. : Remember reading about our bond with strikes? There is yet another “We want justice” going on as we sat down to write this article. :P – Ramya Theja K. & Shreenika Siddamshetty

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BEATS – 2014: 7 Days of Pure Awesomeness! T here is no denial in saying that college fest is the most enjoyable, memorable and hectic (especially for the organizing batch) period of every academic year. Apart from this, it is also a platform for everyone to exhibit their skill and talent in various extra-curricular activities. So, its no wonder that every year the organizing batch takes pride in it and makes sure every one in the college enjoys it to the maximum. This year, like every year, the fest fever began 3 months before the actual event. It started with the formation of different committees (Core, cultural, informal, sports, magazine, etc.) and once the committees were formed the actual work began, i.e. SPONSORSHIP and also making some noise online in form of updating our Facebook page regularly, releasing teasers, etc. I must mention that we learnt a lot during this phase, which one wouldn’t have learnt without being a part of it. Parallelly, the planning for different events to make our fest special, Cultural preparations, making a schedule for the sports, collecting articles for the magazine went on. To cut it short, this was the most crucial and testing times for us. A formal announcement was made in the classrooms of every batch and posters were put up around the college which not only helped publicize the event but also made students aware of the various events and gave time to prepare and put in their best. With just 10 days for the event, we put up hoardings across the city (for the first time ever for our college fest) and got a very good response for that, which boosted our confidence. As the days got closer we were tensed and everyone was practically working for most of the day just to make sure everything goes accordingly, without any obstacles. Must say that the “Pre-Fest” period is the most remarkable, hectic period for any organizing batch and ours was no different. DAY 0 – Inaugural Ceremony: By the time all the arrangements were done we were greeted by the rains (the last thing we wanted to happen). And that, got us all tensed and depressed. When, luckily, the rain gods decided to show mercy on us, the programme started with the chief guests coming on to the dais. It was followed by letting the huge helium gas balloon into the air, unveiling the beats theme song, college fest teeshirt & magazine cover. Then it was time for the INAUGURAL DANCE. It was

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an amazing performance with almost 100 students performing in sync which was complimented by equally good decoration (lights&sound) which lit-up the entire area and created a happening environment. It was followed by entire 2k10 coming on to the dais and playing with colour which created a festive mood and a good start for the remaining days.

DAY 1: It started off with Sports Inauguration which included March-past followed by inaugural matches in all the sports like cricket, volley ball, basketball, etc. The informal events started off seeing a huge gathering for every event making them a huge success. The Singing competition saw huge participation which was followed by Dumb-charades. Along with this the BEATS 2014 Radio started which provided us non stop entertainment with songs, RJ commentary and also at the same time making important announcements regarding the event. The health awareness night in the evening started off with a short seminar on “life style modifications” which was followed by everyone leaving the sky-lanterns into the sky which was a visual treat. It was followed by Basketball matches which were enjoyed by everyone (after all basket-ball is unofficially the official game of OMC). DAY 2: It started off with the informal events which were followed by an Inter-college quiz competition with students from various college from around the city. It was followed by final rounds of dumb-charades and pot painting. Dandiya Night – this definitely was the highlight of the day with students dancing around with dandiya sticks. DAY 3: It started off early in the morning with “Pink Ribbon Walk” which saw a huge response with nearly 1000 students from different colleges participating in it. Waking up at early hours and coming to the venue, i.e. Peoples Plaza, Necklace Road didn’t seem to bother the students! Must mention here that we were totally surprised and elated with the success of the event. It was already afternoon by the time everyone came to college and it was quite evident that the excitement of the music concert was building up with the arrangement going on in the ground. With just a few

JOURNEY OF 2010 BATCH minutes left for the commencement of the concert, it started to drizzle. Luckily, the clouds disappeared soon cheering us.

All this while took place while sports were going on simultaneously. The basketball match nights definitely attracted huge crowds.

Pro-Nite – It definitely was the most memorable and happening night that took place in our college. It saw a huge crowd of nearly 3000 members. The Piano maestro Stephen Devassy along with his versatile fusion band - “Solid Band” made a stunning entry on to the stage and the audience sure were stunned to witness the “flying fingers on keys” in person. It was followed by Naresh Iyer making his entry onto the stage who sang everything from soothing melodies like Roobaroo, Dil Se, etc. to adrenaline pumping numbers, thus entertaining the crowd who sang along with them making it one of the best live-in concerts. At one point of time, the audience were singing as good as the singers (if not better). It was definitely an adrenaline pumping night and the response from the crowd was truly “beyond our imagination”, justifying our tag-line. We are sure this night will be remembered for many years.

At the end of the day couple of movies were screened on the fun stage (who wouldn’t like to enjoy the open air theatre feel) and also in the auditorium.

DAY 4: The day started off relatively late as it was past mid-night by the time concert ended on the previous day. Our theme for this day was Traditional Day which saw girls in the traditional avatar busy getting clicked and posing for a picture at every possible situation. The fun games at the fun-stage entertained the crowd. Anthakshari saw a very good participation with everyone singing their hearts out. It was followed by Choreo-Night, an Inter-College Dance competition, which saw people coming from far away to stun us with their breath-taking performances. Each and every performance was an amazing one and the judges had a tough time choosing the best one. This event was the first of it’s kind to be organised in our college. DAY 5: It started with Stalls with fun games in the campus, many of which were put up by students. The stalls were really interesting and creative. This was followed by face painting competition in which students from all batches participated enthusiastically. The theme for the day was “Rose Day” where in one could dedicate a rose to someone special; with each colour symbolizing a specific feeling. Then came the instrumental night Harmonix: Every band performed well and entertained the audience. Everyone was surprised to see the talent of our fellow college mates and totally enjoyed to the tunes. Their hard work and hours of practice paid off.

DAY 6 : The afternoon witnessed the Short-Film Contest which had a very good number of short films, few of them by students from other medical colleges of the state. It was an entertaining 3 hours for the entire audience. Each and every film was shot very professionally and it was tough to say that they were made by medical students! The highlight of the day definitely was DJ Night. Everyone danced to their full content to some mindblasting music and even after hours of dancing no one really wanted to give up, even at 1 A.M. Once the DJ Night was over, everyone settled down at the food court (which served some yummy food like bajjis, bondas and dosas, noodles, fried rice and biryani) and spent time there chit-chatting the whole night (err.. Better say till morning). DAY 7: Everyone was obviously too lazy to get up from bed (Thanks to the previous ultra long night), so the day started only by afternoon with Treasure Hunt for which many teams turned up. Once the clues for treasure were announced, each and every team was running around the college to make sure that they found it faster than their competitors. It was followed by some events at fun stage with the much famed “red-bull” girls joining us at the stage. It was followed by the closing ceremony, the Cultural Night. It started with the chief guests giving us their valuable messages followed by the Gold medal presentation for those who excelled in academics and prize distribution for various competitions including sports, informal events, cultural events,etc. The culturals started off with a stunning performance by the batch of 2k10 who practiced rigorously for the long medley, it was well appreciated by everyone who witnessed it. Following this were few other cultural programmes which everyone enjoyed. Like everything comes to an end, BEATS 2014 had to come an end too. It might just be a week long event but it gave us enough memories to cherish for a life time!

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– Sri Harsha Muvva, 2010 Batch

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“Awesome”-econ 2014

SMECON, the Undergraduate Medical Conference organised every year by the final year students of OMC saw its peak in 2013, when Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam visited our college as the Chief Guest. Now it was our turn to organise it and find ways to make it bigger and better.

collaboration between Medicine and Technology fields. Other new events were also organised, like Panel Discussion, Medical Short-films and Medical Dumb-charades. The much needed topic of Mental Health was chosen as the theme. The Creative Team came up with good tag-lines and ideas, and designed many things such as the As it happens with perhaps every endeavour in brochure, posters, mementos and the souvenir. life, the hurdles started coming. It was indeed a Registrations were started by the Public Relations test of the mettle for every organiser. And in the Team, which saw a huge response, leading to all the end, all of us did prove it. It wouldn’t have been events getting over-booked. A combined effort of possible but with the help of so many of our the PR Team, Events Team and the Faculty shortfaculty members, classmates and juniors. listed the candidates who deserve to be given the It began around June, when our Faculty Advisor, chance most. The Hospitality Team booked the Dr. Pari Plavi started reminding our batch to start nearby hotel and took care of the catering. the proceedings of conducting the event. An More than 800 delegates from all over the country Organising Body was formed which saw more attended the conference. Especially worth than 50 members, perhaps the biggest in all the mentioning are the delegates who arrived all the previous years. It was interesting to note that way from Nepal. They were taken special care of the fairer sex outnumbered the boys by a huge and indeed they managed to win many events margin. The concept of Core was abolished and took home many laurels. The event did suffer a and a Co-ordination team was set up which minor hiccup when the Chief Guest couldn’t arrive contained 2 OSes, 4 Joint OSes and the Treasurer. for the event, but that hardly affected the events Various Teams were formed – Public Relations, which followed. The response to MedTech was Events (Thinking Caps), Publicity, Tech, Creative, beyond our expectations. The event received very Sponsorship, Treasury and Hospitality. Slowly the positive reviews. Similar was the case with Medical work started – the city was divided into zones and Dumb-charades, which saw a packed hall, all of the sponsorship team started looking for sponsors delegates enjoying the light-hearted event. Even usually accompanied by the Co-ordination Team. the regular events of Paper and Case Presentation A common Facebook page for the event was set saw packed halls, showing the interest of students up, which could be used in the future editions in these topics. For the first time, video coverage of the event without losing previous audience. A was done for almost all events. We also got a new website was created from scratch and all the chance to meet students from all over the country. details of this as well as the previous editions were Many students made friends and are still in touch. added. A Promotional Video was creaed with the The learning was mutual - both for the hosts and combined efforts of the Publicity and Tech team. the delegates. The Publicity Team sent letters to a large number of medical colleges all over India, inviting students Overall, it was an awesome event. An awesome to our event, followed by visiting the nearby learning opportunity, an awesome platform for medical colleges and announcing the details of the students and an awesome life experience. And event in the classes. The Events Team did a good hope the future batches continue the legacy and job coming up with creative events. Especially make it “awesomer” each year. worth mentioning is the “MedTech” event, which – Abdul Kareem, 2010 Batch sought to include even non-medical students as a part of this conference and increase the (Title Credits to Sudhir Mane :P )

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The Riveting Pulse – Memories for a Lifetime

aing back to August 2012, where the so called ‘pre pulse’ excitement started amplifying. We had many of the enthusiastic mates of 2k10 pouring in the quotations of various travel agencies. Thanks to the majority, which agreed to have SVR as the travel manager, because of which majority there are a few pages in our lives which got highlighted for the future memories, say ‘the best memories’.

into Sarovar Portico, a 4-star hotel. On 5th September, to experience the patriotism, the journey started to Amritsar. It was a goosebump session for all of us at the Wagah Border. And not to forget the sacred shrine, Golden Temple and Jallianwala bagh.

The hotel Manali Inn, a stay-place, which is a mandatory to stay for a better feel of manali. The discoThen the ‘BUS’ issues sprouted up. Which was fi- theque was the best of all. Could see unexpected nally settled all satisfied, parenthetically all com- ones dancing. Though most of us could not reach Rohtang pass, stuck in traffic for 5 to 6 hours on patible! the Ladakh highway, it was fun, though seems stuWe the 2k10 batch, freshly out of anatomy; done pid. with more than half of pathology were on with Many birthdays during the journey, all adding up high adrenaline for THE PULSE. to the fun! A week before boarding ‘AP Express’, the heavenly vehicle, which will be taking us to Pulse, everyone The experience of half way through the air, parastarted shopping. To the surprise even we boys gliding was fabulous. The Kufri fun world, where in started shopping, precisely a homework for a ‘bet- go-karting at a high altitude; horse riding(though they were mules) all making it a prodigious one. ter pulse’. All done with shopping finally! 48 hours before the journey, many of us started Every penny was fun, but we missed home food!! getting nightmares of missing the train.

To get us back to path, the voyage to holy shrines At 6:15 am, on 3rd September 2012, our odyssey Rishikesh and Haridwar started. Nainital is one for making lifetime memories started. All start- place, which deserves a mention. Naini lake, boated reaching Hyderabad-Deccan for boarding the ing, clouds masking the niche, hills all around, was train. A total 156 of us were all geared up for the the best scenic view. voyage! Thanks to the Indian railways, to our sur- The most annoying part was packing and unpackprise, the train started on time. And finally, all set- ing the luggage at every halt, which was far from tled in the train with close ones together(though the routine. everyone was good to the other). Tambola, dumb charades, anthyakshari, uno, playing cards, and After the whole experience, it was a turn for the historic interests (probably) which was to be exthe on demand selfies, all were on hike. posed. Wah Taj!! would alone explain the feeling It was all fun!! of seeing the marble masterpiece. Fateh-pur-sikri, Finally, after a fun filled journey of 26 hours, we Jaipur, Rajputhana, palaces, adorned elephants; all reached the capital of the largest democracy. Got gave a marvelous feel. into the buses which were of the highest concern prepulse. Everyone was fully tired, but managed to pump in strength and the local sight-seeing began. After a fully packed day managed to reach the hotel where-in the hospitality was breath-taking. Thanks to SVR again for managing to get us

Though many had a home sick feel initially friends comforted them. In the later part, the feel of pulse coming to an end was throbbing. Everyone with heavy hearts and lots, say tons, of memories to carry forward; started to Delhi and then back to Hyderabad with mixed feelings.

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JOURNEY OF 2010 BATCH A special mention of our tour guides Solanki and Dharmendra; our bus drivers lucky pa-ji et al. To end this, Pulse is not just a tour, it was the most fantabulous and fun filled experience!!

lege life was summed up to 3 phases • • •

PRE-PULSE PULSE POST-PULSE

The impact of pulse was so evident that our col- Many things learned and many things taught!!!! – Mounish Muddapuram, 2010 Batch

2029! 2029!!!!!

OOO!!” (#world Uno champion - Ankita...I will see you in the field one day)

What a weird title you must be thinking! It might just be a number to few, a four digit which adds up to 13 (unlucky is it?) to few, but this is the number which I remind of, day in and day out! (No not my hall ticket number). Wait for it (Barney Stinson’s style)!! I might sound cheesy and this might be a kind of cliché, but “woh bees din” showed me how extremely lucky I am to earn some of the best friends in my life. As Forrest Gump said, “Life is a box of chocolates, you never know what you are going to get next”, PULSE exemplified this quote. Little apprehensive about embarking on such a long journey, didn’t know if I could adjust... But I had my dosths whom I could trust... I thought to myself c’mon baby!! Entertainment is a must. (Okayyy!!! A rhyme won’t cost me a dime... #shit #facepalm)

Yeah, you got me right, the stupid silly games we played, TRUTH OR DARE, dumb charades, anthyakshari, whom do you wanna slap (amazing stories u see!!), made the stinky sleeper coach journey the most joyous shortest 24hrs ever! Day 2: Delhi - Hot!! Hot!! Very hot ( I am speaking about the weather guys :P ) Posh Sarovar Portico rooms, makeover from nerdy osmanians to the trendy fashionistas, group photos, single pics, couple pics, cool pics, not so cool pics, peopleless pics (Vibhavari, you know who), thank God there was no obsession over selfies back then! Divine fountain show at Akshardaam - that was Delhi in a nutshell... wait did I miss, “PULSE, PULSE, PULSE, where’s fun guys, this is not what I came for!” The most memorable speech given by KSY to our bus guys n girls?!

Day 3: Drawing inspiration from KSY’s pulsy words Day 1: I wouldn’t want to go into the miniscule de- (so what if I made it up), our bus roared with the tails now, well, who cares if it was the AP Express silliest songs, unknown titles for dumb charades at Nampally station from Hyderabad to Delhi on and Chanakya’s sarrrrr and sheila ki jawani. 3/09/12 at 06:00 hrs., platform number.5, (lol, I When did Chandigarh come and go, we were tocould bluff a little). tally oblivious of the road... Not a single person was late, gosh!! (Emanna sin- Day 4: Memories that got consolidated in differcerity aa babu!! ent areas of my brain (#nerd alert) are the GoldLab ki 2.05 ki mundu ochaavaa ani ankunna am- en Temple, the lunch served so hot , much more tastier water, desh bakhti that arose in me at the mailu) Wagah Border and of course, The DJ night (anyOkay, speaking about the important stuff now. body can dance!). Man!!! Screw that Uno game!! Most of the times I Day 5: Dharamshala- water falls- Mount Everest lose, and when I get it, I forget blurting out “UN– 81 –

MAGNUS-2014 | COLLEGE MAGAZINE | BATCH OF 2010 ekkinantha aanandam vachindi bhayya aa water no Mars or Maroon 5 or some English song :P ) all falls daggarki vellesariki… but it was totally worth made the sickening road travel rejoicing. it! Boating in the Naini lake, with sizzling Soumya, Crazzy stunts (if u remember Srikanth slipping Omkar annaya urf Sundaram master urf Moka and down a rock, good Samaritan Chk trying to save aakula Chakra, it was masthi unlimited, him and he himself slipping- yeh dosthii hum nahi Almost all of us bought a candle and pine tree chodengee) and amazing clicks every now and showpiece (peer influence u see). then! Day 11: The only thing I remember is me turning Day 6: Manali- adrindi mama hotel ankunnaru ab- sick and we waiting on the national highway in bailu!! Seriously, it had a pool, a gym and a disco- Dehradun for a freaking bus for 3 loonggg hrs. (“In theque… :P (2nd DJ night) your face dear” said life) Manikaran was all about temples, temples n guess Mussoorie for me was all about sleeping like a log, what, more temples... wait, after the mall road shopping and the SherAnd the jeep ride was all about “om sai! Sri sai!! Jaya jaya sai” - Sai Ram n his dark secrets.

Day 7: Still at Manali, paragliding was a highlight this day at Rohtang pass. Later that day, the localites there said “accident happen, no snow, u all go go”… luckily we got out safe! Day 8: Close to midnight, we were in Toshali royal, Shimla, there came the b’day boy “aakula” Chakra with cake all over his face, had so much fun to see guys chase him down the corridor for the b’day bumps… ah!! All those moments, to describe them I am still searching for a proper phrase.

lock talk with Sahu and Kareem.

Day 12: Random stuff that we do in rooms, the never ending gossip and moving stories, hairstyling, the fight for who would wake up last - crisis handlers of my life - Shreenika, Ramya, Revathi, Amulya, Manojna, Soumya and Yashu Pulse really strengthened our bond of friendship (chipkaale sayya fevicol se) #PDA, Cut chesthe, bus lo we had few who were lost in their own world of music/ sleep/ telepathy with aliens/ paradise sometyms #Usha, Samatha

Sania, on the other hand, introduced us to Mafia Day 9: Next stop was Kufri, the winter sports cap- (don’t sweat it guys,not the one you are thinking ital… Whoa, perfect place for Winter Olympics of, it was an awesome group game) may be.. :P. Fun facts - Sireesha is the official good girl and has The best part for most of us was the horse ride, but for few it was being thrown off the horse into deep shit.. (accident prone Srikanth again). Adventure sports and pogalu kakke maggi made that day memorable. Trying to grab as many things as possible, were the shopaholics (Life tym achievment award for Hari Rama Krishna shopping small souvenirs for all the generations of his family) and tasting all the delicacies were the foodaholics! Lucky Moka got to celebrate his b’day during pulse (but where’s the party dude?)

a great fan following and Vijaya is well versed with “all the good words” Rishikesh,Haridwar...I missed the fun here #Mental sickness absenteeism

Day 13: Miscellaneous miscellaneous ankuntu appudappudu vanda teeskune ma adyaksha needs a spl mention - Harsha Muvva, the official head of our herd.

Enough of all these diversions, let’s talk about our visit to one of the Wonders of the World, the eterDay 10: Wait a minute, I am missing a lot on the nally beautiful Taj Mahal.. while it was raining cats bus journey here, the real life thriller that I narrat- and dogs (amazing). ed brought in pin drop silence (hope they weren’t The Mathura dilemma, the return without darshan, sleeping), playing cards like a pro was Sandeep, the pair dares (Manoj vs Sai ram, Chk vs Ksy, Komal the silent killer “bluff”ing everyone around, sing- vs me- lmao) all added more and more memories! ing songs and ad jingles and what not were Aarti, Day 14: The Panch Mahal and its adnexa at Pooja and Komal (yea she does, only if it’s a Bru- Fathepur Sikri had many stories and was one of – 82 –

JOURNEY OF 2010 BATCH the few places where our guide was of any use. With complete camera addict friends like mine, you could be stopped anywhere and anytime for a photo. #‘poolagnya’ Manojna ;)

and for the fashion show..:P and a b’day bash to our official “kanjoos daddy” #Sukrit

Day 19: Chandini chowk at delhi - the best bargainers got the best deal.. The competition beDay 15: Tired, tanned and throwing temper tan- tween Chk and the rest of the girls finally got a trums on my roomies (used the sick trick every verdict, with him buying the highest no. (He says, now and then #Revathi- scape goat) we reached for his sister, who knows eh?) Jaipur- palak paradise- bestt food- for menu of 5.00 pm we were supposed to be at the station, the buffet pls contact Manoj Kumar Reddy..:P why would we not be late, of course we were, Ramya, Shreenika, Amulya, Komal, Soumya, Ksy, Dumped all our luggage into one coach nd settled Gayathri, Aarti, Ankita, Chk, Moka- whattey na- down in another (one day before exam tension). tional level game of current shock u guys played! Day 20: Unlike day1, when all my busmates were Day 16: Sight-seeing- palaces- shopping- muse- dispersed in the train, this tym we all stuck to a ums- photo sessions- music- gossip- food single compartment and did stuff like it was the Day 17: Bus journey back to Delhi to attend the an- end of the world.. My eyes become moist as I think nual college fest of AIIMS (this trip was supposed about those moments! to be all about this inter college festival) was fun As I promised, I avoided minute details..:P and this with everyone sleeping..:P is what is my version of pulseDay 18: Travelling by the metro, reached AIIMS, Friends in pulse, friends forever..:D hogged crazily at the food stalls, visited Qutub Minar, was back at AIIMS for hogging even more BTW, figured out what 2029 is? DL.1P.C.2029- our bus number fellas.. ;)

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1st Row: Sri Harsha Muvva B. Srikanth Sukrit Pasupunuri Ramya Theja Kadiyala Shreenika Siddhamshetty Amulya Nagulapalli Ramsha Tahoor Ahmed

1st Row: Keerthi Swarup S. Naren B. Bharath Mahesh Krishnan Trivedi Sujan Kumar Navyadeep K. Mary Divya

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