Hyper-polarized....

        Life, now I reckon is as whimsical as a dice game of Snakes And Ladders (That 'snakes-swallows-you-and-throws-you outta-it’s-ass' game, remember?) After a tumultuous tryst with a slew of nonsensical entrance exams (Kudos to the society which shoves the tag of a doctor/engineer up an infant’s ass even before he’s half way down the vagina), I’m finally in a place I least imagined myself to be.  Each day, as I cross the road to my medical college, with a pending record book in the bag and a dissection-stained lab coat dangling by my side, I feel something indescribable fill inside of me… (Well, it could be the vehicle exhaust on Sarjapur Road, but anyways)

        

       What’s it being a medical student? While an optimist sees a glass as half-filled and a pessimist sees the same as half empty, a medical student is supposed to see a rounded structure with water extending from the inferior surface of its fossa up to its medial one-half. As I venture out in this unexplored vortex awaiting me, I’m no more oblivious that my mind is intertwined within my chaotically swaying emotions (To put crudely, I feel somewhat like a desperate sperm cell whose flagella got stuck in cilia).

        

       At times, you feel as ecstatic as a toddler clutching his new toy, yet, at times you feel like a fully metabolized bilirubin molecule (Read: In deep shit)…At times, you feel your life has more ups and downs than the ECG of a fibrillated heart…While at times you dream about patients in front of you and a stethoscope (portable, instant-suicide rope) wrapped around your neck.

       

        There will be times when you’ll feel detached, away from the world, like the rook on the chessboard…There will be times when you’ll feel isolated and unwanted, like that one damned air bubble in a micro-pipette. (Yes, it sucks. Pun intended) But equally so, there will be times when you will sense your cynicism fast fading like the fallacies of a fucked-up fakir. You know it is all worth it. You just have to stick to it and be yourself, rather than putting on a ‘I’m cool with it’ mask, more artificial than a Viagra-infused weenie.

        

       Surely, right now, everything seems as vague as a histology slide under the microscope. But we, the boot-lickers of the dice and destiny theology, will march on. Because I know this is where I wanted to be…What I wanted to be…All of it is yet to sink in…Physiologically speaking, maybe I’m just hyper-polarized…..