The Ed Board . . . .

Anurag Chahal

Ketan Kumar Komal Parmar

Richie Dalai Nishant Gurnani

Shweta
Tejas Suri Arshi Singh

Pakhi Goel K. Abhilash

From The Editor's Desk

Hey friends

As I repose after what has been more than 3 months of incessant effort, I
have a brew of emotions, the dominant one being that of felicity, the same
that I felt the day I was chosen as the magazine editor. Though my ardor for
Hybrid Hues was diluted by my passion for P-wave however the fervor
returned and editing claimed its quarter.

I have done no more than any other Magazine Editor would have done but
I have tried to make it a conglomerate of art, literature an hilarity and I
hope I have done justice to it.

So, all my writers, painters, photographers, random scribblers and

readers, go ahead and relish your magazine.

Keep scribbling because there are more issues to come!!

Shweta Shubhdarshini
 ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
The magazine would be incomplete without my avowel of the sincere effort of
the people who have been indispensable in its creation-
The Editorial board of 2010–11, immensely talented and always a helping hand
Anurag Chahal – For the criticisms, the appraisals ,the constant running around
and much more……..
Komal Parmar- my Zoro, the savior who is always there when I need her the
most.
My friends- Sunita, Richie, Parul, Adi and Lakshmi who have helped me evolve
all these years
The sponsors who supported us, and those who didn't (you taught me better
monitory skills)
All the poets, artists, scribblers, photographers and painters for being the "hues"
of the magazine
Dr. Ankita Chakravarty and Dr. Kriti Puri for guiding my every step
Mr. Sudheer Pandey & Mr. Moasfar Ali (Imran) of OMNI PRINT for giving a
shape to my dreams
My family and God Almighty, whose blessings make me what I am……
 INDEX
Iris Anurag Chahal 8
Rules of the Bro Code Rishav Bansal 9
FaceBook Piyush Kumar Sharma 17
I Wish Shagun Chahal 19
The Good Old Days – Dr. Bir Singh 21
Dr. D 25
A New Song Shweta Shubhdarshini 29

THE TRAVELLER'S INK

Summer Hills & Beyond Amanda Ann Davis 33
Lindau – Ed Dr. Kriti Puri 37
Fables from America Dr. Isha Wadhawan 43
8th International Physiology Quiz, Malaysia Siddharth Jain 49
Chillam Chilkoti Chilvariya Anurag Chahal 53

Unleash Unveil Untame 56

The Saga of a Pioneer – Dr. Guleria 57
CAPTIVATING REEL – ITY
Sicko Dr. Nikhil Gupta 62
I have had dreams ..... Komal Parmar 64
Aiimsonian Alert 69
Best of Quizzing@Pulse 2010 Tejas Suri 73
The Medical Jinx Bhuwan Giri 77
The Halt Anupam Kanodia 79
The Story of ...... Nishant Gurnani 80
Lacunae Komal Parmar 81
The Other Side of Me ...... 82
Med Lexicon 84
Diagnosis of Alcohol Consumption Shweta Shubhdarshini 87
Happily Everafter 88
Sarangkot Svami Orikrish 90
Bubble – Warp Dr. Kriti Puri 91
The Election Drama 93
Snow White Komal Parmar 95
Logos Decoded Kartik Gupta 96
Balls Profile Sahil Kumar 98
Vision Aditi Mohta 101
Legen–daryVivas Piyush Kr. & Rishav Bansal 102
Batch Photographs 105
The Three Bhang-Eat-eers!! Shweta Shubhdarshini 111

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jaxeap vuqjkx pgy 113
v/kwjh dfork dksey ijekj 114
lkjka'k vfnfr eksgrk 115
bartkj 'kxqu pgy 117
cwansa 'osrk 'kqHkn'kZuh 118
my>u dksey ijekj 119
;gh jkLrk gS 'osrk 'kqHkn'kZuh 120
eu ds gkjs gkj gS] eu ds thrs thrA fnO; vxzoky 121
ys[k vfnfr eksgrk 122
Sounds K. Abhilash 127
...this road to perdition 128
MONK–ey Transformation Svami Orikrish 130
Terrace Culture K. Abhilash 131
Oblivion Anurag Chahal 133
Elections: The Other Side Rahul R 134
The Dew upon my Lashes Naaz Afreen 136
The Painted Veil Dr. Anubha Rathi 137
The Perfect Imperfection Misfaah Waseem 138
Regret K. Abhilash 139
My New Zodiac Sign Tejas Suri 140
Away with you Naaz Afreen 142
Dreams..ahh!So foolish of them Alka Nanda Behera 143
Shining Stars Shagun Chahal 144
Looking Back at the Golden Jubilee Batch's
MBBS Years (2005-2010) Dr. Anand Venkatraman 145
Batch Profile 148
Iris ...
Anurag Chahal
8th Semester
I still got your picture clear
your face and overfalling hair
Tell me you are still the same
Because I love you dear!

And when you laugh aloud When my uncanny act

With that giggling sound And nonexistent intellect
You make my day baby Bring smile onto your face
Lift me from the ground To see that dimpled artifact!

When You hold me tight The way your eyes sparkle

Everything seems alright Watching them blink, a spectacle
Breathing into each other And I got spellbound even though
We celebrate the night I got informed to beware by oracle!

Don't tell me it isn't enough

Because you are witnessing a trough
And our love will flourish
But you have got to be tough!
RULES OF THE BRO CODE RISHAV BANSAL
6th Semster

1}A biggest myth about "THE BRO CODE" is that a girl cannot be a BRO. Truth is " any HOT girl with a COOL
attitude can be a BRO provided that 50% of the existing BRO'S sign the testimony that the girl will respect "THE
BRO CODE" more than any constitution/bible/kuran/vedasever written by our forefathers.
Note:-Women make excellent Bros. Why? Because they can translate and navigate the confusing and
contradictory whims that comprise the Chick Code.
2}BROS before H%^S. The bond between two BROS is always stronger than the bond between a men and
women because on an average, men are stronger than women.That's just science.
Ex.-A BRO from SPARTAN and a BRO from TROY got in a fight over a chick named HELEN. I know that HELEN
doesn't sound hot, but allegedly she had a face that launched a thousand ships. So you can just imagine what
her rack was alike. The two BROS waged a war over this chick- a war that could have been avoided had the
BROS been familiar with the most basic principle of THE HONOURABLE BRO CODE.
3}A BRO never cries.
4}IF a BRO is hitting on a chick, other BRO should:-
Always pump the BRO for his try even if his act may have a disastrous end like #$%%^ KATNA.
Never demoralize a BRO if he fails in any of his attempt.
If BRO in question has called the dibs upon a girl, no other BRO should make further advances on that girl
unless BRO himself has admitted that #$%%^ KAT CHUKA HAI.
Ensure that while going on this mission, BRO should not be allowed to go beyond the basics of THE BRO CODE
and must never do things like wearing pink, keeping teddies, etc just to impress the girl.
Must not put hurdles in the mission like SENDING MESSAGES TO THE GIRL USING BRO'S MOBILE.
In case #$%%^ KAT CHUKA HAI, BRO should not be left to rot alone. He should be treated with beer party to
move on after the break up.
5}BRO hitting on a chick must stick to following rules:-
BRO should introduce the girl to all his BROS and must not hide her in his room saying DOST KI BANDI HAI.
In case BRO gets a gift (like chocolates) from the chick, he must share that gift with all other BROS.
BRO must not harm himself like CLIMBING ON TREES AND GETTING FRACTURED instead he should consult
other BROS for advice.
BRO must not be overwhelmed with sentiments for the girl unless girl has given green chit to his mission.
Keeping in mind the disturbed sex ratio of India, a BRO cannot hit on more than 3 chicks at a time to
maintain a balance between resources and demands.

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6}How many chicks a BRO can try on at a time is given by BROCHICK SCORE(B)

B = (A+L/10))0 +2
[A= age of BRO in years, L=length of BRO in inches,B=no. of chicks]
WHY DISTURBED SEX RATIO A THREAT FOR BROS??
7}If a chick falls under following criteria,she is off limits until the end of life:-
was a BRO'S EX.
is BRO'S sister.(muhboli sister is in limits)
[It's probably best for everyone if Bros just hide pictures of their sisters when other Bros are coming over].
8}A BRO never carries a CHICK's handbag.
9}All the BROS must be present on all the BROCASSIONS, unless the circumstances are strong enough to
convince other BROS.
10}All the BROS must take part in BROGESTURES (like high 5, imaginary high 5, nailed it, on your face looser).
But overuse of BROGESTURES like aggressive High 5 that may cause pain in hand should be dropped.

11}AnyunBROing activity among BROS (like giving gifts/greetings on birthdays {exception-beer orother such
products}and making PowerPoint presentation) that harms the awesomeness of BROspirit must be avoided.

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Note:- There are no sentiments between Bros that cannot be articulated through the convenience and emotional
distance of electronic mail. The following are a few emails for any Brocassion that successfully gets the message
across without costing you the trouble and expense of having to find and then send an actual greeting card.
EMAILS FOR ANY BROCASSION
SYMPATHY
To: Bro
From: Bro
Subject: Dude
Sorry, Bro.
CONGRATULATIONS
To: Bro
From: Bro
Subject: Bro!
Nice, Bro!
GET WELL SOON
To: Bro
From: Bro
Subject: Bro...
Don't give up, Bro.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
To: Bro
From: Bro
Subject: Dude
Drinks on me, Bro.
THINKING OF YOU
To: N/A
From: N/A
Subject: N/A
N/A
12}All BROS should contribute equally towards the expenses of any BROMEETINGS.
13}All BROS should stick to the following norms:-
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Min. outings outside institute= 1/month
Min. outing outside city= 1/half year
14}In case of any discrepancy outside the bonds of THE
BRO CODE, a fair system of voting among all the
members, who are present at that time, will be adopted
without any VETO power to any BRO (but that decision
must not affect the life of other BROS who are absent at
that time).
15}All BROS must inform other BROS about any
interesting event like cat fight and if it is not possible to
reach there in time, a documentary evidence like video
should be kept.
16}A BRO should not be involved in ESTRO-SPORTS like DODGEBALL, DOG AND THE BONE, etc. once he
has signed THE HONOURABLE BRO CODE.
17}A BRO shouldnot pull the leg of other BRO in presence of any non-BRO.
18}A BRO cannot use social words like thank you, sorry,etc. among them.
19}In case of gate crashing, a BRO must inform all other BROS about the opportunity.
20}All the BROCASSIONS are big, so a BRO should be well dressed on such occasion atleast once in a month.
21}As all of us are aware of the fact that "the secrets among BROS is very common but also very unethical", so a
BRO is not allowed to keep any interesting secret among themselves.
22}A BRO can hit on a chick provided that she is under + or – 5 years age range.
23}A BRO should follow the given CHICK'S age index:-
BRO'S AGE (years) AGE RANGE OF CHICK (in years)

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24}A BRO can forget his girlfriend's name, but he is not allowed
to have even a bit blurring of any article of THE BRO CODE.
25}For BROCASSIONS, rooms of all the BROS will be used in
cyclic manner.
26}BRO is always entitled to do something stupid as long as the
rest of his BROS are doing it. The license to be stupid is why we
BROS are in first place.
27}All BROS shall dub one of his BRO as his wingman.
28}If a chick enquires about another BRO'S relationship's
history, a BRO shall honor the BRO CODE OF SILENCE. Better to
have women think that all men are stupid than to tell the truth.
29}While flipping through the TV channels with his BRO,a BRO
is not allowed to skip past a program featuring *****.

30}Even in a fight to death, a BRO never punches another BRO in the groin.
31}A bro loves his country irrespective of whether he is PG/MLE aspirant.
32}A male BRO never wears pink even on GOA TRIP.
33}A BRO doesn't grow moustache unless inspired by the movies like DABANG.
34}A BRO shall always say YES to support his BRO.
35}A BRO never watches a 12+ rated movies (as they have nothing to see). It's either 18+ or all ages.
36}A BRO checks out another BRO'S blind date and reports with thumbs up or thumbs down.
37}A bro will make any and all efforts to provide the BRO with protection. BROTECTION forms a central pillar
or more accurately a plastic coating for the central pillar of the BRO way of life.
38}If a BRO on the phone with a chick and for whatever reason desires to say "I love you"while in front of his
BROS, he shall first excuse from the room.
39}BRO should not use the word "cute" to describe a chick he wants to bone.

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40}When hosting a party, a BRO orders enough pizzas for all his BROS as given by PIZZA EQUATION:-

P = 3xBxH/7
[ P= no. of pizzas rounded to nearest integar.eg-1,1.1,1.2= one large pizza, 1.3,1.4,1.5,1.6,1.7= one large
and one small pizza, 1.8,1.9,2= 2 large pizza. B=no. of BROS, H(hunger's coefficient)= M(mass of BRO in
kg)/60]
41}A BRO cannot call a superstar/cricketer/actor as STUD in front of other BROS.
42}A BRO cannot force any other BRO to quit/start any task unless it is violating any rule of THE BRO CODE.
43}To spot for your wingman, use "THE CLASSICAL MILITARY TIME DIRECTION SYSTEM."
Ex- 3'O clock in this case wingman will use the code language as
Chick BRO "Dude! Meet u tomorrow at 3."
or
Wingman"Dude! I am already 3 peck down".
44}To select a chick follow STINSON'S HOTNESS SCALE:-
H(hotness score)= W+H+C+F+A+S+B
[W= weight score.

[H= height score.

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 [C= color score.

[C= color score.

[A= age score.

S=sentimental score
S= {%love for girl/%love for yourself x 1/number of such loves in life}x 0
Sentiments sucks !!!!!!!
B= brilliancy scale.

It's better to hit on a retarded chick. That helps a lot!!!!!!

The chick should have H score more than 4.
45) The aim of THE BRO CODE is to re-establish the falling status of AWESOMENESS.
WARNING: - THE BRO CODE is never meant to demoralize other guys who are not BROS.

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46}THE BRO CODE is not just a fictional document but it is a guide that helps you to move on a path that leads
you to the AWESOMENESS.

Unguided dudes stop here

THE BRO CODE TAKES U TOWARDS
Misguided dudes stop here
47}Anyone can be a BRO, all you need is to follow "THE HONOURABLE BRO CODE".
48}To maintain the proper functioning of THE BRO CODE, it is essential to follow certain penalties in case a
BRO breaks a rule .
As per the jurisdiction of THE BRO CODE following are the BRO-PENALTIES if a BRO breaks any rule
INTENTIONALLY:-

49}In order to make amendments in THE BRO CODE, a approval of minimum 2/3rd BROS should be there and
amendment can be made only after a minimum of 3 BRO-GBM ( these discussions will be held in minimum of 3
and maximum of 7 days).
50}THE BRO PLEDGE=
I shall uphold THE BRO CODE to fullest of my abilities.
I shall never rack jack my wingman, no matter how the chick.
If my wingman gets rejected by a chick, I shall unequivocally agree that she sucked anyway, even if I thought she
seemed kind of cool and interesting.
I shall honor and respect the dibs system.
If my wingman meets a hot chick with an ugly friend, I will jump on the grenade.
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 Our fatalistic fascination with the fun filled forum
Its seems that facebook was really in your face this year---all you facebook junkies
(funkies) / facebookies / facebook hookers whoops!! facebookers sorry!!. don't dismiss
this article just as yet I request you to spend 5 minutes away from your live-in partner
(facebook) and read this article fully before you lambaste it in your next status
update!!!),that is not to imply in any way that it wasn't as famous or popular last year but
this year thanks to the stupendous success of "the social network" a movie based on the
genesis of the website-- which some believe is an invention worthy of being awarded a
Nobel prize, after all if Barrack Obama can get one I see no reason why facebook can't --
everyone who isn't living under a rock and doesn't have a tail knew all there is to know Piyush Kumar Sharma
6th Semster
about facebook. I admit I do not have any new facts to add to your all-encompassing
knowledge on the subject-matter but I do wish to share certain observations that I have made regarding
facebook and the pivotal role it plays in the life of an AIIMS undergraduate. I assure you I shall not bore you
with platitudes and heavy discussions about how it is killing the art of social interaction or how its turning an
entire generation into soulless shells incapable of any human emotion. Also I'll try my best to not sound like the
egregious pseudo-intellectual that many of my peers seem to be convinced that I am, instead I'll try and recount
the many wonderful and ingenious ways in which facebook has literally rocked our world (I just wish you could
see the sarcasm dripping off my fingertips even as I just typed that last sentence!!!) For simplicity's sake let us
broadly classify the aiims population into some arbitrary groups and then study the impact of facebook on
each. Please note that these categories aren't mutually exclusive and any given aiimsonian shuttles back and
forth between these categories.
The cool crowd—as far as they are concerned facebook ain't nothing but an easy way to inform the uncool
crowd (which is a term applied to everyone else apart from them and their equally cool friends, kinda like
apartheid based on cool quotient) about the obvious truth that is their awesomeness. They are so cool that even
their profiles don't deserve a picture of them so instead their profile picture is represented either by the posters
of the loudest or the meanest metal bands out there or a photoshopped image of some really popular movie star
at his/her smouldering best. Their status updates are equally cool and mostly discuss the awesome parties they
were dancing away at last night or how hung over (or how hung) they are, pun intended of course. Once they
have firmly established the everlasting nature of their awesomeness they consider next on their agenda to teach
people the error of their uncool ways by way of commenting on their status updates. Global warming be
damned because as long as these guys are around all the polar bears can rest assured,as thanks to them it's
gonna be a cool cool world for a long long time!!!!!!
The mills-and-boons loons—though mostly comprising of the fairer sex this category is not without its share of
lovesick dudes. These are the people whose only religion is love or its display to be more precise. They have
replaced words like hello and goodbye with such impressive exclamations as muah!!muah!!! or XOXO (I only
recently found out that it represents hugs and kisses which this group of people seems hell-bent on showering on

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the objects of their affection).Their unabashed display of cloying sentimentality is nauseating to say the least but
as they say love is blind (in more ways than one wouldn't you agree??)--and also kind of demented--so they
can't really be blamed for their PDAs.
The tortured souls --their status updates would make even the most optimistic ones of the lot reach out for the
nearest sharp pointed object and gouge their eyes out. Their ability to evoke such pathos in such concise a form
of expression as a status update is truly remarkable but what is even more so is the fact that absolutely each and
everything can bring about a wave of depression in them from the weather outside to the genocide in Darfur,
you name it .I swear to you there are times when after reading their dreary posts I almost feel guilty for not being
perennially dysthymic. So I always keep a bottle of Prozac ready every time there's a new update from them.
The braggadocios/Recession-proof fashionistas—With notifications which give a deeper meaning to
superficiality and a bank-balance that is almost as inflated as their egos, these are the faces to look out for on
facebook. These are the people who consider it their prime responsibility to inform the rest of the masses about
what they are wearing, what they are doing, where they are, with whom ,doing what....ad nauseam.They are
absolutely fabulous in the most unapologetic way and leave no bones unturned to rub it in all our faces. If it
were up to them page 3 would be 30 pages long and the current affairs and global news would be placed in
tiny 5 cmX5cm column right next to the obituaries.
The Hinglish log— I knw I'm goin' 2 get a lot f flak for dis 1 but lemme say in mah defnce dat while I on mor dan
1 occasn hav used dis linguistic aberration dat has quikly becum the lingua franca @ aiims, I do nt in any way
condone da merciless butcherin' f shakespeare's tongue. V liv in times wen dere's a spell-check on evry gadget
& if u mention the wrds Wren and Martin or English grammar ppl flee the scene lik a vampires 4m garlic. And if
u ask any1 about the proper usage of colon or semicolon I bet 9 out of 10 ppl will say "emoticons" be4
anything else!!! But 1has 2 giv credit wher it's due, so wid much chagrin I do concede dat the jargon has it's own
advantages not da least of wich is the entrtnmnt quotient cuz every 1ce in a while u cum across a post wich
leaves u in splits & u begin 2 wonder if its really such a bad thng aftr all.
The lick-spittles ( you must know that is not the word I wanted to use but decency demands I refrain from using it)-
-- I really do believe that the facebook management should rechristen the "like" link as "lick". Sycophancy is in
vogue on facebook.6th semmers have altogether different motives for being ideal suck-ups but it baffles me to
find so many people in cyber-space getting their tongues brown (please excuse my French!!!).Call me an
arrogant schmuck if you want but I do think that a compulsive desire these fawning folks have to like everything
betrays a lack of discernment and is in fact a projection of their own insecurities. Its nice to be positive in life but
loving everyone and liking everything means you either have really low expectations or you have an endorphin
secreting mass in your brain.
The very inexorable nature of this modern interactive tool combined with the universal desire to be noticed and
heard which is innate in every human being makes facebook not very different from the highly addictive
substances of abuse like crack and crystal meth. And not unlike these substances the causes and effects of
facebook addiction are quite unique for each individual so its not possible to discuss them all exhaustively in
one go.
Well they say art imitates life but in this case it's the other way around. Does anyone of you remember a movie
called baazigar starring SRK, Kajol and Shilpa "the body" Shetty (not that there was anything even remotely
arty about it) but it had a song which did really well, it goes something like "kitabein bahut si padhi hongi
tumne, magar koi chehra kya tumne padha hai????" Who knew that almost a decade later the answer to that
question would be more than 600 million saying "yes" in perfect unison.
Good job Mr. Zuckerberg!!!!!!chhha gaye janaab!!!!!

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 I wish...
I wish I could love you less
So the pain was mild to bear
You are so near in my dreams
But vanish into tears
SHAGUN CHAHAL
As I break my sleep 4th SEMESTER
Thinking wind to be your caress.
I hear you speak so clear, but they say
You were gone long ago,far away.
I'll cut the sky apart
It hides from me your face
While still it cant hide your smile
That spreads like sunshine in entire space
I beg the Earth to rip and make a path
That leads me to you
I wish I were a dead leaf carried by the wind
To your feet, you'll pick me up and love me true.
I wish I could love you less
and you were so cruel to me.
But that too is my folly
I was born to be what I be.
O' MOM, put me to some sleep thats holy
so that I may dream of you
or take me back to your womb
And kill me before I could see
your face and begin to love thee.

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 THE GOOD OLD DAYS- DR. BIR SINGH
Dr. Bir Singh , Secretory general IAPSM , Secretory , The AIIMSONIANS , and in our lingo
"chillness personified".

Me: Sir, 36yrs from the day you first entered the institute, how does it feel?

Sir: Ah, my first day in AIIMS is still clearly etched in my memory...Then it was popularly know as
the "Amrikan (American) hospital. The moment I got down from the bus I was "welcomed" by a
herd of seniors led by the kingpin Dr. Manoj Singh so I could not make my way to the hostel!!!
But then it turned out to be fun especially the underwear kabbadi (hush!!!)

Me: So ,how was college life ? Were you nerdy?

Sir: Well my 1st mid-semester was the most eventful where once I was patted for being the only
one to identify the histopathology slides and at other times I was even told to stop wasting my
father's money and drop out!!!
Cafeteria used to serve much better "bread-omlette" back then. Well, I will tell you an interesting
event. BBDL used to close at 10pm so we rebelled and refused to budge till 11:30 when the
Incharge came. When being asked our names we sid " Amitabh, Jeetendra, Beeru,...."And thus I
became Beeru...
I will tell you another incident during our "interaction". We were made to stand on the terrace of
hostel no .3 and shout out names viz. Mr. X with suffixes #*&^% ll the while being cheered by our
respected seniors. So , two old fellows came ( our mentors had disappeared by then!!!) and
called us."You know who re Mr. X and Mr. Y ?" Aghast, I replied "No, Sir". "I'm Mr. X the dean
and he is the director".........Still, we were loyal and didn't give way our seniors' name!!!

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Me: That was close to being expelled...We would like to know the events that followed, your life
as a senior resident?

Sir: When I was a SR posted in Dayalpur we made our own local dictionary.
Like "CHHATT GEREY HAI"...you know what it means?..."prolapse"!!!!
Jhaunss lagey hai- PRURITUS
and a lot more....You will face this once you work there...So this dictionary might come
handy!!(laughs...)
Well, my internship was pretty eventful too. I got married out of caste in a court on 17th July
1981. That day was a Bharat Bandh , so my friend Cyrus Shroff sent his car...And I am very
happy with my decision. I have two son , both doctors.

Me : So Dr.Cyrus was the Jai in Beeru's story?

Sir: You can say that. Our batch of 1974 Is still very closely knit. And I m really glad that many of
us are here- Dr. Pradeep (ophthalmology), Dr. Kamal Kishore (Pharmacology) Dr. Renu
(hematology)...

Me: Sir, any specific reasons for taking CCM?

Sir: I am from a very modest background . I have seen people struggling for basic medical help. I
am still very much attached to my roots and want to be of some help.

Me: Do, you the undergraduates have changed over the years?

Sir :Well, even we weren't very fond of compulsory attendance but I believe that if the classes are
good students will come. But students are less dedicated nowadays. Let me tell you what you
learn in wards, no book can teach you.

Me: So how has you experience been as teacher?

Sir: I love my students. Infact I treat them as my friends. I never fail them but I must tell you about
one hilarious viva where I called UG student and asked him what is "Alma-ata"? He replied " It is
special type of Ata used for malnourished children in Ballabhgarh." I still passed him...

Me: That sure was hilarious. Sir what is your message to the students?

Sir: You should always set your goals and work hard to achieve it. Most important is being good
human being. Always think about the poorest of the poor and how much they need you. You have
been the best and will always be..

Me: Thank you, sir; It was quite inspiring .

Sir: All the best. God, bless you all.

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Good Old Days ......

Watering the Orchards of Shimla!!!!

Bon Voyage!!!! Jai & Veeru!!!!

 Neethu M
6th Semester
 Dr. D
Dr. Aditya Dahiya... tall, fair and handsome; it is fairly unlikely for anyone to miss out that
spark in his personality that spells diligent...
He's been the topper of his batch all through. Starting from his AIR-5 in ug-entrance to all his
pharma, surgery, obs-gyne, CCM and forensic medicine & toxicology medals, the list is really
long. He was awarded by the New-Zealand government for being the best UG in CCM,
institute medal by AIIMS and the award for being the best all rounder by Delhi Medical
Association... And even after having this catalogue like CV this fellow is kilos of humility and
that's why tons of inspiration.
Here's a chat with the man himself...
Komal: So, Aditya how's life going on these days...?
Aditya: Well, I'm spending a pretty simple life doing my House job at AIIMS.
Komal: How was the life like before you entered AIIMS?
Aditya: Even then the life was pretty simple. I've always been a nerdy kind of a guy. I didn't
really participate in extra-curricular activities. My parents are doctors and in fact I cannot trace
any person from my family who is not. Somehow I think it narrows down one's view. As I saw all
through, I always thought of this profession to be of my inclination and interest. I always found
the found it cool to perform surgeries, wear those blood laden gloves... please don't take it to be
scary.
Komal: Oh, that's ok. I think we would really like to know what was your first day at AIIMS
like...?
Aditya: From the very beginning I was a typical highly-inspired student. On my first day, I was
taken by two seniors to show the campus around. That was a kind of tough day. I don't know
why they thought me to know all this on my first day but they asked many questions regarding
AIIMS's geography, botanical diversity(which only had two types of trees), parties, girls' hostels
and what not...!!!
Komal: We know that you were the Mr. Freshers that year... how did your rest of the august go?

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Aditya: It was ok. But yes, I grew out to be a complete antagonist of the system called as
ragging. I think that it makes no sense for us to humiliate our juniors just because our seniors did
that to us. People present with many convictions like interaction or everlasting friendships that
continue after that one month of torture. But from what I have seen, it hardly matters in the due
course of time.
Komal: What do you think can be the best way to eradicate this system?
Aditya: See, there is nothing black or white here. It has to be in the shades of grey. We should
not just make the juniors a separate section and make them an outcaste by banning all the
interaction. Nor should we let anything happen unchecked. I'll prefer a scrutinized interaction.
Like the way we have on pseudofreshers and infest and all. Responsible seniors should be
allotted the duties to keep a check in the hostels as well.
Komal: Let's move ahead. How were your experiences during your first year?
Aditya: As I told you before, I was a very motivated student when I entered AIIMS. The day
when I saw library for the first time, I was completely amazed. I had thought of completing all
the books lying there. But seriously, then came the reality check. After a busy life in August and
September, finally it was BDC zindabaad.
Komal: Really...!!!
Aditya: Actually. The only thing that I have realised during my course is that it is not the amount
of text that you read but it's the quality of it that matters. As one of my seniors told me," there are
certain things that you must know; some things that you may know and some things that you
should not know". So I would advise it to all that they should not make a fuss of it. They should
enjoy their studies and stick to the basic books. I wouldn't say that I lost my enthusiasm at the end
of the first year, not at all but it all got balanced. I was now more than interested to jump into the
clinics.
Komal: Wow... We would really like to know how that time like was.
Aditya: 3rd sem postings were a disaster. Everyone used to scold us. That really dampened our
spirits. But later on it got better and better. My favourite postings used to be surgery and I really
hated medicine. One thing that once a batchmate of ours got scolded for turned out to be
talisman for all of us. A faculty taught us to remember only one thing during the assessments:
When to speak and When not to speak. Your presentation seriously matters. The examiner is
not looking for the knowledge that you have. Your eagerness to learn matters. The teachers here
are always willing to teach and the things should be organised properly. Attending postings
has many seen and unseen benefits.
Komal: And I think the funda really worked...!!!
Aditya: Ha ha ha... it did. Actually many people advise you many different things regarding
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given an excellent opportunity like that. One should gain that hands on experience and explore
the world through his own eyes. Handle the situations on your own. I had an excellent
attendance which I actually boast of. Like I had my best interaction with the gyne residents and I
actually got to know the problems of a male gynaecologist...!!! I would definitely not want to be
one.
Komal: And how was the village experience like...
Aditya: Fabulous. For the first time you get the feel of being a doctor when you go to Ballabhgarh.
They have a nice staff there. You earn loads of respect and are invested with the sense of
responsibility. Since I'm from Haryana only, so I got a chance to interact in my mother tongue and
that really helped me to establish a good rapport with the patients. Plus there were many nice sweet
shops around which could have easily delighted a person with sweet tooth like me.
Komal: I think we missed the para-clinics in our discussion.
Aditya: 2nd proff, they say is the honeymoon period of MBBS carrier. So it is. I started off with
my KVPY project with Dr. T.P.Singh and was relishing the status of being a senior. I went for my
research electives later on which were very slow and tedious. The thing I really enjoyed was
attending the pharmacology group discussions. I always used to present the summery in the
end which used to earn me the wrath of my classmates and sympathy of my teachers. But it was
fun.
Komal: A lot we have discussed about your academics, but how were the other aspects of life
here at AIIMS?
Aditya: I think I did mention that I never was involved into other extra-curricular activities during
my school time but I really acquired new hobbies here at AIIMS. I started with sports and was a
consistent fielder at the cricket field. One thing I seriously pursued was lawn tennis. I still take
coaching for that. I don't know how worth it is to mention but we made the two most horrible TFs
during our infests... I had a 3yrs carrier of being a backstage secy in PULSE. I even worked with
the security team. I loved fiddling around with the wireless sets and the Audi's mikes. And what I
loved was the treat at the end of the day. It was a huge privilege to be taken to all the fancy five
stars. This is the place where you realise the power of your i-card. It really fetches discounts.
Komal: That's interesting...
Aditya: So it is. 6th and 7th sem is actually a rejuvenating time. We went for Delhi-darshan in
the month of Jan and I seriously recommend it to all. I went out for my electives after I wrote my
USMLE step1. But I was pretty determined to stay in India after these two experiences. The
pastures may appear to be greener, but I really didn't find so.
But after I came back in my 8th sem, it really was a high time and I resorted to our exam oriented
Indian text books, the DALDA books as I call them. I'll suggest that everyone should read them
near exams. They help you score well. Most importantly, one should not miss out on practicals
and postings. That is the mantra.

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Komal: After this part of your life here as an undergrad, what all has this institute given you, if
you could just summarise it for us...
Aditya: The most important thing that I learnt here is tolerance. I really learnt how to accept
somebody's ideas when they widely differ from yours. How to face criticism and stand quietly
while being scolded. It is the time of shaping up one's personality and get some corrections as
well.
Komal: Any interesting experiences...?
Aditya: Its a constellation of them. I got off with my specs, learnt to apply hair gel, discovered
alternative rock, did lots of graffiti, learnt lawn tennis of course and even joined gym for some
time. Lectures used to be fun, though I never passed any without dozing off in between. I was
even caught by Dr YKG once. He asked me to repeat everything that was taught in past 10 min.
Lucky me, it was all there on the slide in front...!!! I also remember another incident when we
ordered lots of pizza into the LT while a forensic lecture was on... I have some memorable times
with my friends of my own. From dancing on the roads while getting ragged, enjoying PULSE,
sightseeing and many more...
Komal: Are there any things you even regret of...?
Aditya: Not exactly. But yes one thing is having forgotten how to swim. I leant it back at my
place in class 4 and now it's been ages. Another thing was that I never got to celebrate birthday
parties here at campus. As I have my b'day on 22nd December, all of us used to be back at
home. My first b'day bash was during internship. Rest the life has been very fine.
Komal: So as we come to the end of this interview, what piece of advice would you like to give to
our readers?
Aditya: As I've been telling though, please concentrate on the quality of what you study rather
than the quantity. Stick to the basic books and do give a consideration to the DALDAs in the time
of last min prep. Always remember that friends are more important than any politics or
academic blame game. One should mix well with people and do adopt some hobbies. Stay
away from alcohol or the other addictions. One should not forget the valuable 18 yrs of
parenting and they always should be your prime consideration. And yes, attend postings and
go for electives after your KVPY... I think I've been enough.
Komal: Oh, you've been amazing. Very inspiring, I must say. No doubt you've been a major
crush of many girls in the campus.
Aditya: I wish if it would have been like that. It would have been something like cocaine to my
ego... !!! but actually the scene is not so delighting, I must say.
Komal: We hope for the best... thanks a lot for giving us your time. Thank you and best wishes
for your future ahead.
Aditya: Thank you...

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 A New Song…..

Things that do not stay The smell that filled you, no more lingers
Are adamant not to go away Outstretched arms , trembling fingers
Things that you hold so dear Lost and perplexed, you see no hand
Are the soul mates of your tears.. Carve your niche in the dreary sand

Dreams you harbor on your lashes Do not quit, do not ask why
Are fragile and turn into ashes These moments too shall fly
Cuddled up in your conjured castle Sing a new song, do not tumble
Oblivious to the realm of hassles Make it the one everyone mumbles…

The fleeting moments you always chased You are the one, " The One" adores
Were mercurial and leave you amazed Row your raft and reach the shores
The song on your lips does fade The master of your nerves and sinews
Portraits change their myriad shades.. Paint the world with your own hues…..

Shweta Shubhdarshini
8th Semester
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Our trip to Shimla was full of elevations and
depressions, speaking both literally and
metaphorically, but, ultimately, we reached the
peak, and can honestly claim it to be the most
memorable week of our first year at AIIMS. Our
mountain mood began as soon as our practical
exams got over. Our hearts were joyous and
light as we began our shopping and packing,
running into each other at the malls and
markets. (Never realized that boys shopped so
much as well!) The evening before the journey
was spent scurrying about for last minute knick
knacks, as we attempted to arm ourselves
effectively against the forecast cold beauty of the Queen of Hills. We all had a night out, battling
against heavy eyelids with excitement, midnight baths, and movies. The scheduled assembly time at
(formerly) Nesci was 3 am, and the punctual ladies stood huddled for nearly an hour, cradling coffees
and hot chocolates, as one by one the boys made their VIP entries, donning enough layers for the north
pole, carrying bags large enough to last a month in the hills. Some of our seniors came to see us off,
and gave us advice on topics ranging from bathing to boozing. As we clambered clumsily into the
buses, we cheered madly to officially inaugurate our journey.
Our train was on the dot, and we had just enough time to load ourselves with propriety foods. (Night
outs cause terrible acidity, we learnt). The journey was not extraordinary. However, thanks to an
extremely becoming shade of red lipstick that we generously applied onto the faces of all the sleeping
beauties, not a single lad was permitted to catch any shut eye. The girls were busy hanging out of the
doors, hair whipping wildly in the wind, free from the normal constraints when chaperones are present
or appropriate company absent. On the way, we were met by Monga's family (who arranged lunch for
us, thank you!) and Bikram's family. At least twice, some of us were seconds away from missing the
train. On that train ride, and in the following days, we learnt many new card games (Of course, uno is
the ultimate favourite). Next came the darling little toy train, and we spent those jolly five hours sitting
at the doors dangling our legs dangerously close to the ground, shouting and whistling during all the
tunnels, and waving our AIIMS "flag". Actually some genius was harnessing a PULSE t-shirt fot that).
We were exhausted to the bone when we finally reached Summer Hills station, but thrilled at the
prospect of the days to come. We huffed, puffed, and whined as we dragged our unacclimatised

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bodies uphill to the guesthouse. The sight of that charming red building was like coming to home sweet
home, and we hurried to our respective rooms and dormitories. We all gathered in the common room
that night. The TV was playing some super old Hindi songs, and the boys began seducing each other as
we onlookers cheered them on. (Remnants of the days of "healthy interaction"? J ) Then we had a game
of passing the pillow, in which the loser had to perform a dare. It was interesting to see a Rajasthani
dance performed to TMK's Sheila song, cussing in Haryanvi, a catwalk by one wearing a shawl as a
dhoti and some girly accessories, but the best was a dance by our Ladoo, complete with expressions
and all. This we followed by a rough and tough pillow fight, ultimately tearing all the cushions,
breaking the furniture, and dooming us out of that room for the rest of the trip. All of us slept relatively
early to replenish our energy for the upcoming treks.
All the mornings were the same, countless alarms ringing and snoozing, fighting for one's turn in the
washroom, and, in case of the girls, exchange of trinkets and makeup. The caretakers at the house
made yummy steaming hot paranthas coupled with dahi to make a smashing breakfast. The first day
we walked to the Institute of Advance Studies. It was quite an effort as we were still unused to the
altitude. Just near the guest house, there was a tea
shop which made excellent piping hot coffee and
mast chai. On the way we ambushed any food stall
we saw, not unlike the monkeys we encountered now
and then. At IIAS, we spent some time in the Fire
Cafe, got chased out of the library due to our extreme
decibel levels, and alarmed the security guards with
our bizarre poses for photos. Within the IIAS, we
marvelled at the library (comparing it to BB Dikshit
and deciding ours is better), the German
switchboard from the pre-war days, the conference
room's age old walnut ceiling. One or two of us with
absolutely no musical inclination plinked away at Mountbatten's grand piano's ivory keys, perhaps
hoping that the magic imbibed into its history would somehow induce music production. Later on we
went to Mall Road for lunch and sampled Baljee's Fantasy, which was destined to be the official
restaurant of our batch. We chilled (actually!) on the Ridge that evening, energised by cotton candy.
We also located the skating rink, eating boiled eggs on the way, but it was, unfortunately, closed. That
night, we relaxed, no strenuous games or furniture breaking. For the next day we had Kufri on the
schedule!
The start of the bus journey to Kufri was slightly shaky, as we were nearly 2 hours late. The bus driver
even made a point of scolding our lack of commitment to our tour! Nevertheless, singing, dancing, and
whistling, (and exchanging music on our phones), we went up to the little market in Kufri where the
horses were. The market had a sweet park where there were see saws, at the sight of which we lost all
sanity, as we all simultaneously piled up onto them. Finally, the more sensible ones like Gupta

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convinced us to go greet our horses which we did with gusto. When we reached the icy top, we went
our separate ways, some wearing cowboy hats and posing with guns, some to hear about the king with
365 wives (what did the last one do on leap years??), and some to numb our toes and cleanse our souls
at the temple. There was go-carting as well, and the drivers vented all the frustration of the exams and
vivas gone awry on the others' bumpers. Finally the sun was setting, and we trudged wearily back to
our horses through all the horse matter. It was during the downhill horse ride that Ladoo got his first stint
of fame in Shimla. His horseman wasn't there, and he was riding up ahead of me, Meghal, and
Garima. He kept on mumbling and praying that his horse doesn't throw him off the edge, and our
horseman kept chiding him in glee, comparing him to a four year old. We were giggling all
throughout. But once in the bus, silence prevailed, for the fachcha devils were all fast asleep, except
Amber who was playing his old old songs. That night we played tambola in the boys' dorm, and
whoever distributed the cards gave matching cards to two sets of people, so Dipin and I, AD and
Meghal were all shouting for rows and housefuls at the same time. Finally we ended up sharing the
chocolate.
Chadwick Falls- undoubtedly the best day in Shimla. We all woke up and set off at our individual
paces. The more adventurous groups of boys went earlier as they wanted to slide down the slopes, get
lost, and tear their trousers. Kanodia was already sporting an injured leg, having ever so heroically
jumped off a rock the previous day. We lesser mortals watched in horror as Pandu rolled down the
steep slope, Bhrigu was casually lying with head facing downwards, posing for the camera,
and Lalu hanging from a tree which was perpendicular to the slope. It was the day of Kamini's
elevations and depressions, as she and Aditi had got lost that day thanks to the loving care of the guys
accompanying them. Niki was the solitary trekker of the day, as she overtook all of us. The trail looked
treacherous, but we managed without mishaps thankfully. We went beserk with happiness at the sight
of nature, which, in spite of being terrible polluted, was sublime. Many of us were prancing around in
bare blue feet, and some of us had our first baths in Shimla beneath the falls. Monga and Saboo kept
on trying to splash water on us. I was wearing Garyma's jacket and soaked it through and through,
making her livid. (Sorry, Garyma!) Nano and Baba (aka Ajay) tried to climb the rocks adjoining the
fall, but Nano nearly fell down upon his crown. Chopra was busy trying to make a weapon of his lakdi.
The boys stayed on for a fire late into the night. Out trek group back to Mall Road consisted of our trio,
Amber (BKC1), Bikram (BKC2), AD, Ladoo, Suveen, and Monga. We were severely dehydrated and
hypoglycaemic and stopped for chai, except Ladoo, who continued ahead with his walking stick.
(which he later used to ward off the langurs). AD was the only one who had enough blood sugar to run
ahead in case anyone overtook him. That day, we took a wrong, long route back, with the local
passersby assuring us every five minutes that it would take us only 10 minutes to reach the Crossing at
Summer Hills. But reach we did, and had a relaxed meal with soulful talk, but not before a back
breaking uphill march at Mall Road. That evening was bonfire night. Pogo, Miku, and Pranku invented
a tribal dance that night. Chopra and the others arranged the fire while we watched. Kartik brought
potatoes which he tried to bake them in the flames. Of course, it was a task to try and eat them! And
when the kerosene for the fire got over, we used deo spray. That night was all girls' conference (nearly),

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as we discussed the ups and downs of our trip and of our classmates who were not present to join the
gossip. We were pleasantly surprised to learn that we all were like minded in opinion, and our first
session of true bonding began thus, till 5.30 am. We danced an jumped on the beds to "Bad Romance"
until we remembered the fragility of the furniture and finally bid each other good night, feeling that
lightness of having expressed our feelings openly.
Chail- the day of puking. Nearly everyone seemed
to be nauseous or vomiting during that bus journey.
Isha was distributing polythene bags, the less
nauseous of us were stuffing toffees and water into
any retching person's mouth, and we stopped every
now and then for an emesis break. We went to a
hotel palace where 3 Idiots had been shot and re-
enacted the bathroom scene. It was heaven on the
sunny lawn, and many of us just curled up in the
warmth and dozed off. We were disappointed to
leave that luxury, and we went to a cliff for a picnic,
where we all nearly died when the reckless driver
nearly drove off the precipice. We spread our bedsheets which we had smuggled out surreptitiously
from the guesthouse, and ate bread n jam, sodas, and biscuits. Then half of us started for Sheetla
Mandir, while the lazier half stayed back. The temples in Shimla are highly inaccessible to the
pedestrian, but the trouble is worth the reward, for the breath taking view from the peaks at which they
are located remind us of the existence of a higher being.
The finale- We all awoke not earlier than 11 am and revisited Mall Road. We were by now at ease with
the winding roads, slopes, and familiar with all the turns and blind ends. We went to Jhakhu Temple,
where the little rogues stole Arpit Sahu's glasses and frisked Milind's pockets. That evening we
celebrated Surbhi's birthday, and some of us saw a movie at Ritz, otherwise famous among
Aiimsonians for its washroom. On the way back, we had our last paans at Shimla and bought our
souvenirs. And we got a nasty surprise of no water supply in the last few hours. Indeed it was a pain in
the.... well, it was awful.
The day of the return was full of sadness to go back, and yearning to stay on longer. Amidst brushing
our teeth in drinking water and screaming for lost and found items, we finally made it in time for the
train, eating paranthas on the way. The return journey passed in a jiffy. At Chandigarh, several people
alighted, and we bid our goodbyes with hugs, kisses, and new year wishes. As we all walked back into
our campus, our hearts were filled with content and satisfaction.

Amanda Ann Davis

2nd Semester
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 Lindau-ed!!
The one week in the year when Lindau, Germany is
the most intelligent place on Planet Earth – and to
actually be there at that time …indeed with
staggering numbers like 690 researchers and over
60 Nobel laureates floating around, being weak-
kneed, starry-eyed and plain overwhelmed are the
most expected reactions.
And the most unexpected?
A 71year old gentleman strumming folk tunes on a
guitar encouraging the audience to holler when they
heard an error, a physicist, who by the way won the The Shore of Lake Constance
Nobel prize for Chemistry, talk about a treatment
modality for an age-related eye disease, lectures by People who one had hitherto just idolized and
worshipped, in regular lecture settings, doubts cleared with a patient air and a helping hand in a
manner most humbling and disarming – the surprises just never stopped..
DAY1 - THE AMAZING LADIES
There are some ways to start a day that ensure a success at the very outset – and listening to this
spirited Grandma-of-the-Year talk about protein factories, worker trucks and of course, her
granddaughter, is one of them. The enthusiasm was infectious, as one got hooked to the cartoon cell
organelles, even as the lecture packed a mean punch on the technical side as well.
And then rounding off the morning with Francoise Sinouissie – the scientist-activist whose discovery of
HIV as the cause of AIDS changed the logistics of, well, the world and its problems as we know them
today, I guess. The uphill task we face in controlling the disease in parts of the world, decreasing the
morbidity of people living with it in others, and the challenge of that ubiquitous community medicine
term 'Information-Education-Communication'…some physics and chemistry specialists in the
audience may not have found the talk interesting, but personally, it was most heartening and frankly
moving to hear the story of someone trained to be a scientist being driven by circumstance to be a
clinician and more to people who had just been sentenced to a fate scarily unknown. Clichéd it may be,
but the world needs the activist in each of us, and I am in absolute awe and quite proud of this
exhibition of it.
And then of course, the European get-together in the evening– as my friend likes to put it, the evening
was quite characteristic of an entity quite frankly off its rocker. The lecture hall was transformed into a
large dining hall, with food pouring in all the time, as if, but not quite by magic. For some reason,
considering how close to the entrance to the kitchen we had quite inadvertently situated ourselves, we

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received very little from the fount of gastrointestinal soothing agents!! But that's a comparative
observation of course, because we were just as stuffed as anyone else was, and quite prepared to just
nod off to sleep in the hall itself, as the possibility of lugging our bodies back to the hotel seemed a task
too superhuman to attempt – and they chose that moment to announce the start of the dance. And that
was the start of what I'm sure everyone else present is going to remember as a truly 'insane'
evening/night. Great live music, hilarious raucous group dancing, foolish antics – all of us were
absolutely lovin' it!!
DAY2
A late night the previous day and a late day hence…oh no! that's not the way the mind-body-student
theory works here in Lindau this time of the year! Early morning 830hours, and one is in the hall, trying
to bag a good seat for self and friends, while trying to will a third and fourth hand to yourself and look
up some details of the lecturer and the topic at the same time..
The very first was Prof Roger Tsien – GFP, my friend next door whispers, wow…I'm not quite sure what
it is she's talking about, i decide to let the Great person himself do the talking. And well, that's another
good choice I like to congratulate myself on.
He starts with the thoughts behind his choice of the shape, in terms of career, he would give his life.
Biological research, he said, is trying to find out why/how something works; prestigious chemical
research is about making a new thing, whatever/however it may work. And it was the combination of
the two, building something novel that would also perform some useful functions, along with the
advantage of letting you work towards a goal that essentially by nature was only your own - the college
student in him was hooked. The first success he wants to talk about is the discovery of a way to measure
concentrations of calcium inside cells, which further led to the elucidation of the calcium-dependent
mechanisms of several physiological functions. And GFP is next on the talk menu. As he talks,
animatedly and with a typical contagious sense of well-meant mischief, it is too easy to turn back the
years and imagine the brilliant student and prodigy he would have been, finding the greatest joys in
just having 'fun' making quirky things in a laboratory..
The other highlight of my day was the afternoon session. And before i move on to the scientific details,
a point on the pretty sunny walks we take every afternoon as we try to discover the locations of each of
the discussions and lectures. Of course, given the space limitation and the awesomely convenient
distances in this pretty little town, spreading these around the town is quite understandable. And you'd
think it was the second day, so i could've have woken up to complain a little sooner, but well, it's when it
pinches that you yelp, and today was the day I had to miss discussions I'd have liked to attend in part at
least, if they'd all been at the same venue. But I'm much grateful, dear organizers, you've lent the much
appreciated support to my slow-but-i-like-to-believe-steady health campaign!
Anyways, having tucked in a hearty lunch (oh so that's why I'm having the luck I'm having with my diet),
I try to look up a teaching topic with some connection to medicine. As I skim through, I come across
macular degeneration – in the simplest form, an age-related retinal damage that has so far responded
little to every possible thing we've thrown at it. There is essentially a distortion of vision, along with
darkening of central field, with peripheral vision preserved for the most part. So I embark upon my
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quest to Altes Rathaus, and Prof Kohn, the Nobel winner in Chemistry, physicist by training, and the
lecture mentions macular degeneration and a potential to help patients disabled by it using the
principles of optical physics and math…well, if that isn't, apart from being a mean mouthful, the
mother of interdisciplinary ventures, i wonder what is. He starts with a history of his personal interest in
the topic of ARMD, the current approach to the disease, and then onto a diagnostic procedure. In a
very basic form, it involves finding the displacement to allow correcting each point of the Amsler Grid
so the patient is able to perceive it without distortions, and then using those settings to make a viewer
that corrects the words on the screen so that the patient can read easily. Of course, there was some
math, which might be easy enough but was a little beyond the mental capacity of a final-yr medical
student on a warm afternoon, but it seemed a neat little trick. Made my afternoon, i would easily
venture to say!
DAY3 : OF MICE, MEDICINE, AND SOME GREAT MEN
Clinical Vignette – D.B., F/21, presenting with history of painless red eye for 2wks, and a noticeable
protuberance from the surface of the 'white' of the eye since the past 4days. No history of pain, foreign
body sensation, excess watering, eye discharge, visual limitation, or any systemic complaints, and no
prior contact lens use, and truckloads of prior kohl use. Family history of allergies and asthma…
Differentials??
Pardon the sketchy history (but Ophthalmology never was and probably never will be my academic
strengths), the point being that all of a sudden we needed to utilize the service for medical aid that the
Organizers had promised. The team on duty felt it warranted a visit to the eye doctor, and D.B. is one of
those people who think every doctor is a dentist (again, just playing on the general perception of
dentists, no offence intended of course) – so I was called on to provide the comforting hand as horrible
things like torches were shown into her eye, and actual procedures like examination were performed
on them (seriously, i do believe doctors-in-training take the sway doctors hold over people's thoughts
for granted a lot). Of course, the result was as expected, and the prescription for the steroid-antibiotic
drops was duly filled, and adequate reimbursement received as under the health insurance promised
by our increasingly-awesome Organizers – and yes, D.B. did live to tell the story of the amazingly
pretty restroom at the doctor's office..:)
BUSINESS AS USUAL - A fine morning, made finer by the packet of Lindau customized m&m's the
Organisers were kind enough to provide us with, as we heard Prof Aaron Ciechanover talk about
protein death, and the Then Prof Holt spoke of the new challenges young researchers could dig their
teeth into (instead of complaining about how everything worth figuring out has been figured out
already).
My afternoon featured Prof Ferid Murad on the amazing little jack-in-the-box nitric oxide has become,
with the range of roles and applications it has, alongwith the still-real challenges to our knowledge of
its functioning. And then the sold out rockstar jam session at Alter Rathaus, which saw people queueing
up outside long before the schedule start time, and then having to sit on the floor as seating got
saturated – all to hear Prof Grunberg talk about the physics of musical notes, and how everything can
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be expressed as a mathematical series. A great great talk, which undergraduate students were
especially happy about as they understood it thoroughly, unlike some other talks in this meeting. Still,
despite that, it wasn't really the most in tune with my choice of subjects, but well, it was all for the music!
VERBIER FESTIVAL CHAMBER ORCHESTRA
Another facet of the entertainment experience was
exposed to us, as we gathered to hear the Orchestra
play pieces by Tchaivosky and Mendelsohn. A first
for me at least, it was pretty amazing, and I'm a little
sorry for some of my friends who were taken to see
Austria in a bit of a heavy handed way…but let me
not talk about that here. Anyways, after the initial
usual hitches of figuring out just what would be
'elegant' enough to satisfy the 'dress-coders', I had
a most relaxing time, the mellifluous notes
absolutely perfectly rounding up another great day
at Lindau..cheers!!
DAY4 – THE SEVEN SCENARIOS – Prof de Duve
Introductory Spanish lessons thirty minutes after midnight while listening to two brainiacs discuss the
string theory in painful detail, after having spent a wonderful evening listening to a most impressive
orchestra – as per routine, yet again, the day dawned promisingly well on time, despite a late
night…the penultimate day of the meeting, the last day of lectures and discussions, the last time we
were going to rush to Inselhalle to bag some good seats, or take wrong turns trying to find treasure hunt
worthy locations for afternoon lectures – the feeling of nostalgia was unmistakeable..
After the morning sessions (which featured great talks particularly from Prof Jean-Marie Lehn and Prof
Cronin), as i made my way back to the hotel to try and catch my mother on Skype, I wondered about
the lecture to attend for the afternoon – aquaporins sounded informative, but with my sleep-deficit, i
wasn't sure how much of it i'd really manage to keep my eyes open through..the other was a talk on
evolution and survival of mankind by Prof de Duve – and am i glad i chose to attend it instead..
Yet another packed lecture, with people having to content themselves with the floor as a seat - Prof de
Duve spoke of natural selection, the general principles, the ideas other than those of Darwin, and the
outlook for the future…and he had the following scenarios to project to us, and inspire us to make an
informed and responsible choice..
1. DO NOTHING – sure, and then watch as everything around us turns to nothing!
2. IMPROVE OUR GENES – and who is to decide who to change and what to change and most
importantly, when to stop?
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 4. CALL ON THE RELIGIONS – but then, they seem to be more concerned with issues of culture and
dogmatic traditions and some strange value-concepts – and really little about the fact that the
world might actually come to an end
5. PROTECT THE ENVIRONMENT
6. GIVE WOMEN A CHANCE – nothing for the women to be proud of, but nature has given her
the gift of more balanced and rational thinking, and the ability to look ahead and see where
things are headed – maybe it is time to utilize this convenient arrangement
7. POPULATION CONTROL – ofcourse, a part or whole of the solution to most problems facing us
today
I, like many others I'm sure, left Altes Rathaus in a pensive mood…the world crisis looms large and
real, and as Prof de Duve said – the solution does indeed lie within us…
A BAVARIAN EVENING – The final day of lectures was followed by a cultural and educational
presentation by the representatives of the Bavarian region , featuring traditional song and dance,
alongwith impressive presentations by young researchers working in Bavaria's research centres. This
was followed by traditional Bavarian food and drink, and some more dance as the audience
thoroughly enjoyed the extremely energetic and peppy performance…
And the greatest lessons learnt – the humility despite having done something great enough to change
the world, the enthusiasm alive and kicking even after over half a century of work, the patience to
answer silly questions, and the ability to still be able to look at the student's perspective and think at his
level…
One week of high-strength inspiration, education, and building connections..and to end on an
inspiring note, as Prof Sinoussi smiled, 'If you wish, you can!’

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 Fables from America
(This article is based on real life incidents.
Names of characters have been changed.)
Dr. Isha Wadhawan
The fiasco in Hollywood
I met him in what now seem like the most amusing circumstances. After a long day at the hospital, I
came home only to realise that I was locked out of the house!
Maria (the girl I was renting the apartment from)'s manager (who had borrowed the key from me
the same morning) had turned a different lock on the door from the inside, to which I did not have
the key. I was hungry, I was tired, and I was alone. I tried calling the landlord for spare keys but she
was out and her phone was off. What more could I do? Nothing was coming to my hypoglycaemic
mind. I vaguely remembered that the guy who lived downstairs, Jack that is, perhaps had spare
keys. I knocked at his door, he welcomed me in.
I was still in my scrubs. The first thing he said 'I can see that you work at the hospital and I guess you
are from India', the guy was smart. He told me he would find a trustworthy locksmith over the
internet and he went on to call the locksmith using his own phone and gave him the directions to our
building. 'Have my card' he said, 'if you need anything' . It read Jack A. Bolan. Attorney at Law.
Hmm. No wonder he was smart, and he had what seemed like a hundred books in what was a
very neat and expensively furnished apartment, and two cats. He was nice and he was helpful. In
his hay day he had represented many a doctors and nurses in mal practice insurance cases.
The only things I knew about him till then.
Glad to be indoors and glad to be warm, I crashed into my bed sans dinner (Who could cook? I
had no energy)
Of the lone American life and a bit of medicine.
2 days later, 2300 hrs: I was close to the end of another tiring day, when I heard some noise. First I
thought it was dog. But no, it was a man, he was shouting and moaning , continuously.
The noise scared me. I thought it was a drunk man, outside the building.
I somehow fell asleep.
Next day, 0500 hrs: my alarm went off.
He was still moaning.
I dressed quickly and went to close to the door, and peeped through the window. It was still dark
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 I gathered my stuff for the day, held my breath and opened the door. At the very same time the
lady who lived in the apartment upstairs opposite my building stepped out too. The moaning
stopped suddenly.
I ran down the stairs, and on the street. It was then that it struck me, the noise was coming from
downstairs, from Jack's apartment, but I was so scared that I could not turn back. I jogged the
whole way to the hospital, looking over my shoulder every second for possible drunk men/
dopchis/ molesters. Yes ! These were the things that came to mind.
He is gay!
The same evening, 1840 hrs: I was walking back home. The long busy day had surprisingly
washed out the memories of the whole episode from my mind. They hit me back when I saw the
sheriff's car outside the building and two officers at Jack's doorstep. Someone had called 911.
They seemed to be giving him some sort of a polite warning.
As I was climbing the stairs, the senior officer waved to me and asked me to come down. He
questioned me about the noise, and in the end reassured me and advised me to call 911 if I were
ever scared or heard the noise again. I did not want to show-off my limited knowledge of medicine
but I told him that it seemed to me that Jack, who was otherwise a fine fellow, was shouting and
talking to himself and perhaps he needed some help. The same evening I sent a long email to
Maria and there came a short reply 'Isha, chika don worry... he has AIDS, but he is gay, he means
no harm'
I had had enough excitement for my first month in United States.
I personally felt that he was moaning and shouting because - a) he had pain as a manifestation of
the disease , b) he had psychiatric and neurological manifestations of the disease or c) he had
psychiatric symptoms due inability to deal with the fact that he had the disease.
All of you are most welcome to suggest other differentials.
But I was scared, to even go near his door. And now that I think of, I have no rational explanation
for my fear. It is not that I have never seen people with HIV.
I have spoken to, examined and even taken blood samples for patients with full blown AIDS.
The new 'Ways'
So much for all the differentials listing! So much for the thick medical texts that we all have read, the
answers we have scribbled about patho-physiology, microbiology , symptomology or even
epidemiology of AIDS and HIV!
I was scared and so I never went once to ask if he was alright. And neither did anyone else in the
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Maria came back from Mexico last week. I related to her the whole episode again. That night he
started moaning again. Maria told me – 'you know chika, this is the gay hangout place of Los
angeles, it has a huge gay community, and you know the way to do it once they get AIDS and they
can't do it naturally, they pay other guys to get themselves fisted !' and then she winked.
I did not ask her what 'fisted' meant but I could hardly imagine the possibility of it happening.
'But, I have never seen anybody come-by his place' I asked, 'that's because he is probably doing it
to himself, senioreta!! The other gays in the building are always gossiping about how he can't find
anyone so he must do it himself....' and she walked out of the room to smoke her jama .
O My God!! I was not sure if I wanted to know so much...
Now, I did not know what was true and what was gossip. But I had to try to concentrate on my The
First Aid for Step 2 CS while he moaned and cried in the background.
This Saturday, it rained. He was quiet all through the morning. The German lady who lived on the
ground floor on the foot of our stairs was complaining about how he disturbs her three times a day
with his 'unusual energy and activity even though he is supposed to be sick you know' she told me
in her accented English. Then the neighbours made another little joke and walked away to their
Saturday chores of grocery and laundry.
But , Maria was a little annoyed, ' I understand that he has been here a long time , but I guess now
he is sick and he can't be alone, his disease is getting worse, com'on lets try and talk to him.'
She knocked a few times but he did not answer. We climbed upstairs and went on with our busy
lives until five days later.
The man who died alone
It was the Thursday of the next week, 1700 hrs: I stepped out of the house to get some fresh
air. Rona the landlord's daughter was standing downstairs with her extremely old mother. She
was trying to say something to me, but did not want to be loud, so I climbed down.
'Wanted, to let you know, Jack passed away.'
'When?', 'How?' I asked.
'On Sunday, he was sick on Saturday, and the ambulance picked him at 11pm and he was gone
by 8am, they said that he had a meningitis or something, but a really fast and fulminant type.'
'Did he have any family?'
'No just a friend, I think she was at his side.'
'I am sorry....' I muttered.
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'Because he would act so friendly sometimes and sit outside my door and start talking, and I and
my husband are having this really bad fever for two days now.' She was out of breath and red with
fear.
I tried to explain to her 'Ramona, don't worry, whatever he had, probably a virus, would not affect
you, it affected him because he a low immunity because of his condition.'
'Still, tell me the German word for it, I will read about it on the internet,' she still looked anxious.
May be Jack was developing progressive multifocal leuco encephalopathy... with his phases of
normalcy interspersed with delirious episodes. There is a possibility that he developed a viral
meningitis or encephalitis on top of it, which accelerated his departure. CMV or Herpes or some
other exotic species.
Whatever got to him, I find it hard to believe that he indulged in all the activity that people gossiped
about. And even if he did the bottom line is that he died alone.
The rude American dream
Do not worry folks; I am not getting sucked into what I will describe as the rude American dream.
I am not getting depressed or lonely.
I just feel that the story of this previously fierce lawyer, who was reduced to a bald and sad man by
minuscule virus, needs to be told.
It needs to be told, at the very least, to realise how the stigma attached to HIV is still big in the
supposedly liberal land of Amreeka.
Also it something to take note, how the seemingly beautiful independence of 20+ yrs can turn
around to become a lonely joke once you are 35+. I guess and I hope none of us will be a subject of
this joke, but I can see that a large number of Americans still face it.
As I walk on the streets of Los Angeles, with no one to gossip along, I have had a lot of time to look
around, and the more people I see, the more I realise that as people come closer to their fourth
decade of life, their friends tend to disappear.
And we already know that this is not a pro family culture either.
The building I live has 12 apartments, all big enough for at least two people, but are inhabited by
only one person, who often happens to be single and middle aged.
As I struggle night after night, to find an opportunity to learn what I want to learn , from the
seemingly ultra progressive Americans , I cannot help but think, that it would not do them harm, if
they attempt to borrow and inculcate a few things from us and our culture.
I consider myself fortunate enough to be first born in a country and a culture where family and
friends both are valued, and also extremely lucky to then have these very friends and family
support me in pursuing my dreams in this foreign land.

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Alka Nanda Behera
6th Semester
 8th INTERNATIONAL
PHYSIOLOGY QUIZ, MALAYSIA
Siddharth Jain
4th Semester
I had my first chance to go abroad when
AIIMS was invited to the 8th IMSPQ
(International Physiology Quiz), 2010,
Kuala Lumpur, conducted by the University of
Malaya, as our team had won the National
Physiology Quiz held at KGMC, Lucknow in
March, 2010.

But before I blah blah about how great the

experience was, I would like to first rewind
into the enormous amount of planning that
went into this trip, which was complicated by
the fact that the "decision makers" comprised
of a diverse group of people
(5…uh…basically 4…one was a "silent spectator" or so the 4 thought…but the true nature of the
silent spectator was to be "unleashed" in the "alien land"!!) with even more diverse interests, each
one ready to use his "veto" to storm out of the "GBM" when consensus seemed near!!! The number of
days of the trip (yeah…the expenses were to be our OWN….numerous dean-director-SRFA-SU
visits proved to be of no avail and arose in us feelings
reminiscent of the freedom fighters in our struggle for
independence…trust me), places to include in the itinerary
(there were so many of them to choose from), which airlines to
take (cheaper or the APPARENTLY safer one)….everything
was utter confusion….two of us were busy in P-wave and all
of us had to prepare our KVPY reports….the dates of the quiz
(24th & 25th September) were such that we had PULSE before
it and midsems just after & obviously none of us could miss
any. Our glimmer of hope came in the form of a relative of
one of the decision makers and the other four were like Dude!
Wtf! If you had a relative in Malaysia, why the hell did you let
us rack our minds for a month! Couldn't you have done this
earlier! Anyhow, our tickets were confirmed, our itinerary
finalized (thank you relative) and we were all set for the alien
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We left AIIMS 21st night bidding adieu to close friends, relatives, Mr. & Miss Pulse and THE Fash Nite
(alas!). Travel in the Malaysian Airlines (the APPARENTLY safer one) was fun. The first day we visited
the Batu Caves on our way to the Genting Highlands. The sight of the naturally carved, strategically
sunlit caves after tiring our way up a fleet of about 1000 stairs (which made us feel like we were on a
pilgrimage!!) was worth the effort. There we had Indian food too (thankfully…coz there weren't
many such meals to follow!!) Thereafter, we reached Genting and visited the Indoor Theme Park. The
fun, frolic, & the crowd (OBVIOUSLY) of the place beat any of what we had seen before. The visit to
the SnowWorld, a supposedly awesome place according to a 'dear' senior turned out to be nearly
the opposite save the consolation offered by the snow "attack" on the silent spectator (Thanx Man!).
The night was spent exploring the Awana, the 5-star hotel we were staying in (@ subsidized rates
thanks to the relative!) & believe me it was really awesome! The free buffet next morning was
LEGEN…wait for it…DARY (courtesy barney!) and each one of us had multiple rounds of mouth
watering food. In the afternoon we reached KL, kept our stuff in Wisma Belia (the stay provided by
the University for the quiz participants) and set off for the Twin towers…the 2nd wonder of the world
that I had the opportunity to see…& it was really a sight. KL in the night…man! That's what we call
night life! After reaching our hotel, we chatted with our neighbours, the team from Indonesia. We
shared our culture, currency, songs, food (yeah we gave them our aloo bhujia to the fury of one of us
because such commodities were precious in the alien land!) And it was interesting to know (would be
a pleasure for the girls of my batch) that even indonesian girls and guyz love SRK too!! I pacified my
mind by coming to the conclusion that there must be a dearth of hot guys in Indonesia.

The next day was business time…the 8th IMSPQ Prelims. It was quite a sight seeing students from 49
different countries together…teams from Cambodia, Romania, and Thailand caught our eye (for
obvious reasons!)

We ALL were dressed in AIIMS T's (showing off! Of course). There was a cultural performance
scheduled in the evening in which teams presented their country's culture (prepared and practiced of
course!) by way of a short performance. In accordance with the AIIMSonian "machau spirit", me
and Mandy decided to give an on-the-spot bhangra performance (unprepared and unpracticed of
course!) in a bid to "showcase Indian culture" that unexpectedly was followed by personal show of
appreciation and compliments from people (WOW!). We somehow managed to qualify the prelims
and scrape into the top 32 finalists (Thankfully…would've been a shame otherwise!) What followed
was a photography session with other teams, our focus obviously being on those who had caught our
eye! After we were free, we went for shopping to China Town that ironically had Indian stuff to be
taken back home, according to the Indian origin Malayalam speaking Malayan 2nd year student in
charge of our team ( I guess its mallu dominance everywhere!). Next day were the 8th IMSPQ finals!
The atmosphere became tense (for a change yes!), and we were left lamenting the fact that we hadn't
studied a thing for this mega-event. Several grueling quizzing sessions on Physiology followed and
we gradually progressed from top 32 to top 16 to top 8 to the top 4 (hell yeah!) Every quizzing round
was followed by a pee-ing round thanks to the massive amount of adrenaline pumping through our
veins! We ultimately came 3rd. AIIMSonians had rocked AGAIN! BIG TIME! AT THE BIG STAGE!

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And now we had OTHER teams coming to us for photographs (Wow! That was flattering! We felt like
celebrities!) Two of us fell for Cambodians, one of us was trying his luck with the topper of the quiz
prelims (beauty with brains…a rare combination!), and the silent spectator too found a Malayalam
speaking girl for himself but it was literally heartbreak for him when he found out that she was NOT
South Indian! (Sorry bro!) After the celebrity part, a jubilant we visited the KLCC, the KL tower & other
attractions in KL & took a rather long route to have food at MiniIndia, the only official Indian
restaurant in KL (Yeah! The food was a big problem considering most of us were vegans). And
believe me, our Dal Makhani and Shahi paneer never tasted more exotic! In the night, jetlag induced
sleep cost me the opportunity to spend time with the Cambodian team (Screw you jetlag!) We left
early next morning for Langkawi Islands. And no wonder it was a part of HT Brunch's Top 5 Tourist
destinations! We spent an awesome day, the highlight being the Waterfalls and the Watersports (&
obviously the crowd) at the Pentai Cenang beach. And there too, two of us achieved a rare
feat…landing in the sea during paragliding (one lost his spectacles while the other lost his
cellphone!)…lol!...while two had an unforgettable experience in jetskiing…the two subsets having
one subject in common. Some in shock and some in anger, we returned to our hotel Awana Genting
(a 4-star this time but none less than the previous). In the evening, we took the connected flight back to
KL and then to Delhi.

So, on the night of the 27th of September, 2010 we landed at the newly decorated IGI Terminal
3…with a feeling of having accomplished something…the feeling of representing your college on the
international arena, the feeling of your college being recognized by other universities, and
developing international friendships (still going strong thanks to Mark Zuckerberg!)…superceded
any…and it no longer hurts me that I had to miss the Fash Nite of Pulse 2010 (Yeah! I was the
goddamn cosecy! Meaning I had 'access' to 'secure' backstage areas!)…It was an EXPERIENCE that
none of us five can ever forget!

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Elizabeth
4th Semester
 “Chillam Chilkoti Chilvariya”
Anurag Chahal
8th Semester
When mallu n Shahi proposed that we can go to Kerala for a week long holiday, I was not
exhilarated. It was in our 4th semester n taking the grounds of humid climatic conditions, I rather
opposed it n tried to convince people to vouch for the destination proposed by me which was
Bhutan. Those holidays turned out to be futile as we could not decide n implement on it. I was
miserable because I could not join my friends on their goa expedition. The consequent goa stories n
reprimands proved to be potent enough to strike right where it's hurts! Finally overcoming my
previous failures, n due to untimely demise of mallu's plan to attempt step1 US MLE whose
postmortem report supposedly cited the cause of death to be "passport Blues" n "T(as in Naveen t
Premnath) issues", the "trip to gods own country"proposal got wings. Shahi being the resourceful
trip organizer started his quest to gather all the weird facts about the fusiform country! Mallu also
freshened his ties with his yengey friends to make the arrangements. A complete well staged
itinerary was charted out wid intricate travel plans n a decimally corrected estimate of the expenses
to be incurred. There was a single imperfection though! We had thought of getting the tickets
through tatkal to a place which is probably the second most sought after tourist destination(after
goa) around Christmas.

Well! consequently we met our fears n our so

called "kaamchor" group( who wanted to
levy all our burdens onto shahi's " sashakta"
shoulders)did not get reservations because
Shahi got unlucky n frustrated on being
rebuked about his failure. The newly found
frustration n age old kaamchori proved to
be potent a force enough to delay our
endeavors by another day. As a result, we
had to celebrate christmas n my fathers
birthday onboard Kerala "superfast"(avg
speed- about 60 kms/hr) express! For some
of us like me who were traveling in sleeper
class for the very first time, the journey was exciting in the initial escapades but our curiosity fell a
prey to the stupendous duration of journey. Card games like 28, poker n Seep flourished n most of
my friends went Maalamaal. Our well equipped travel mates only forgot to bring a blanket
resulting in an extended struggle for berths n the 2 n a half blankets.The average IRCTC meals,
pathetic tea n coffee n our futile search for charging points were other highlights of the journey.

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When we finally arrived, it appeared as the whole of trivandrum had gathered in our welcome n
there was not enough space to stroll across the overbridge at the station.

From this point onwards , the demand of mallu n his malyali flirting skills witnessed an
unprecedented n unimaginable spike.

We successfully made way to our aunts place who is a prof in srichitra institute of medical sciences.
She proved to be an exceptional host to a group of "mushtandas" with her awesome desi ghee aloo
paranthas which kept us charged through the day. We decided to visit the beautiful but trodden
kovalam beach in the evening after mallu n Jindal dealt with their much hyped loo issue. We met
the almighty NAVEEN there who was there to embrace the auspicious Sunday evening with his
family. The boys had some spiritual enlightenment in his company on the now desolate rocky shore
adjoining the beach. Havoc wreaked n i lost my sanity when my adventurous self decided to
explore the dawn high tides with my spectacles on. Consequently they went down with the sun into
the arabian sea leaving my memories of the next day out of focus.We were lucky enough to spend
some more time with him while walking along the populated arm of the kovalam too where we
enjoyed some delicious prawns.

Next day we planned to save some hard earned bucks n went on a bus voyage to kanyakumari.
After completing the most horrendous 3 hr long interstate journey, all of us ,sweat drenched taking
out our frustration over each other , proceeded towards the equator. The mere sight( a little blurry
one for me though) had our pulses running. We were all amazed n astonished to see the land
merge into sea on 3 sides n that too different ones with different colours. I don't care much about
global warming but it seemed that those 3 gigantic water demons would gulp down the peninsula
with the melting of another seemingly innocuous Greenland. For my maalamaal friends, it was
"inception" coming to life. I underestimated jindal's heroic n adventurous chronicles n had to part
with my beloved thousand bucks over an optically miscalculated n juvenile bet. As jindal would add
to his knowledge of current affairs, Me n Kaustav (almost simultaneously) became the first men on
earth to piss in the Indian ocean( or the other 2, we are not sure) from the last rock of Indian
mainland. And to extend our Herculean feat, we are planning to visit indira point next! We retraced
our steps back(experiencing similar agony this time around) after watching lord Sun plunge into the
Arabian sea from the watch tower. Yet again Kausti, Jindal n Shivam got spiritual pleasure while
the holy rays rejuvenate their wrecked souls imparting a heavenly feeling of transient moksha.

Next day mallu had just the Plan to incinerate our trace morale! We spent almost a day travelling to
munnar,1/2 of it on our feet in a general bogey in some yengey express n the rest half thankfully on
our bums in a dreadful tavera! The 3 hr bum rest cost us a whooping 300 bucks/bum coz our fatso
manipulative driver didn't like what mallu had to offer and thus the "Enna rascala!" got pissed n
charged us handsomely! The eventful day had taken away the sanctity from almost all of us(Jindal
remains immune in matters pertaining to brainstorming) n we decided to delve into spirit-ual
delirium! Buying "madira" in gods own country is yet another ordeal. Standing in a 20 something
long queue wid half drunk mallu's who smell of a rotten fish is one hell of an experience. All of us
scraped off the previous 2 days of our memories (transiently) n spent the night cursing mallu!

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Hopefully our horoscopes improved drastically overnight n we set forth to discover munnar. The
hillstation rose upto our expectations n even further. The weather, the soothing open jeep ride, the
ballismic elephant ride , munnar special masala tea,the hill top maggi n exotic bird egg's omlette,
the panoramic"poora munnar" view which never was, bcoz of the cloud blanket , the boat ride in
those voluminous dams amongst breathtaking landscapes were none less than the other in
pleasing our senses.

We thought we had already lived "the gods own country" dream. We were lucky to catch a
"superfast" bus to our next destination ernakulum after feasting on some home made chocolates in
munnar. All of us were dead tired n had already gulped down a sumptuous meal on board the
"superfast", amounting to intractable slumber. But the exceptional driving was helping me n
Shivam, counter the ptosis n applaud the daring turns by our driver.little did he realize that his
efforts would go vain once mallu,Shahi n Shivam would turn Indiana jones n commence their quest
for the hidden reasonable lodgings in the wee hours of the night leaving me in the esteemed
company of Mohan-Barai(the inseparable nomadic couple),kosti the losty, n Shri Shri hari Jindal
bhau! Thankfully we got a roof after about 2 hours of diligent search.

The next day was relatively lusterless until we reached "the vega land", the ultra-hyped(by mallu of
course)ultimate adventure n water park. To my amazement, all those assertions of mallu turned out
to be true n we had a fun filled afternoon which cost our dear Shivam one of his lenses n thus the
legend of the gay kapalu pirate was born. We got tired n spent a quiet (exception-mallu) evening
on the rocky beach of fort kochi. We refrained from the monstrously overpriced sea food at the fort
kochi carnival n preserve our appetites for gourmet meals back home(ernakulam).

Next morning all of us were having that "butterfly in my belly" feeling as we were eagerly
approaching towards the mother-of-all "houseboating" experience . The moment we saw that
houseboat, our hormones set free but then transiently stabilized over the news that the houseboat
wasn't ours n then surged again on boarding ours. Well , when we all freshened up n sat on the
windy deck nibbling on fresh pineapple n sipping coconut water, we had this calm stillness in our
minds simulating that of the pseudo-sea ahead. At that moment almost all of us dreamt of buying a
houseboat n living the rest of their life aboard. But then, "chaita"(big brother in Malayalam) , the
boatkeeper in charge(3 in total) woke us up with some south Indian snacks. The day of 31st
december provided us with myriad experiences, like "towdi" (the mildest alcoholic drink, we ever
had , made from coconut tree's sap) drinking,steering the houseboat n getting the view at the helm,
roaming on below sea level paddy fields, mussel excavation by juxta-shore sea diving n then eating
them, on board fishing(a good past time for the ones who can catch, I couldn't!), watching hot
shots( again!) , n setting up the Mehfil for the year to come. By almost 11 o clock, almost all of us was
under some sort of influence n some were even speculating to jump into the water. No one of us
could believe that eight of us had digested a 4 kg fish and about a kg of delicious prawns bought
earlier that day. At the stroke of 12, we welcomed the new year with scotch n plum cake(Christian
protocol) hugging each other n appreciating mallu for making our trip down south the most
fascinating n talked about trip ever essentially a godly experience in his own country.

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 Unleash Unveil Untame ...

Reasonably “Fine” Art

For a cause “Prayatna”

Paparazzi

Rangoli by Richie Dalai

Rain can dampen the soil not my spirit.......
The Saga of a Pioneer

Dr. Guleria, the favourite of many of us for his amazing teaching skills and outstanding demeanor is a well
known name in the field of organ transplant.
He has received several awards like the Smt. Rukmani Gopalkrishnan Award for standing First in Surgery,
University College Of Medical Sciences, Distinguished Alumini Award for contribution to Transplantation in
1996. He was the Vice President of the Indian Society of Organ Transplantation (2000-2002).
Dr. Guleria pioneered the Cadaveric Renal Transplantation in New Delhi and has done the first twenty four
cadaveric renal transplants in New Delhi and has one of the largest cadaveric renal transplant series in India. He
also set up a Paediatric Renal Transplant Service at the AIIMS and itroduced the “DONOR CARD”.
His special area of interest is organ transplantation. He has spent about two years in the United Kingdom first at
the Royal Free Hospital in London where he was actively involved in the renal transplant program. From London
he was appointed as a Transplant Fellow in the Academic Surgical Unit at St. James's University hospital where he
trained extensively in liver, kidney and pancreas transplantation. He currently does about 70 live related renal
transplants every year. In 1997 he returned back to Leeds as a Senior transplant Fellow to train further in Liver
and Pancreatic transplantation.
He has recently started a simultaneous kidney and Pancreas Transplant program in India and has done the first
successful simultaneous kidney pancreas transplant in the country.
Dr. Sandeep Guleria is an Additional Professor, Department of Surgical Disciplines, All India Institute Of Medical
Sciences. He did his M.B.B.S. (University Of Delhi) and then an M.S. and D.N.B.E. in Gen. Surgery. He is also
F.R.C.S. (Glasgow) F.R.C.S. (Edinburgh).

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Here are pearls of wisdom from the pioneer himself

Me: Sir, did you always have an inclination for surgery?

Sir: You know I was born and brought up in a family of doctors but somehow I wanted to break the tradition of
everyone wanting to be a physician. Moreover I believe that a good surgeon is a good physician too.

Me: Sir , how was your life as an undergraduate?

Sir: I did my MBBS from UCMS. I was never quite a geek . I had an ardent interest in photography and was the
magazine editor too. I also set up the film society of my college.

Me: So how tough was getting a PG seat, was the scenario same back then?

Sir: I didn't do any pg coaching and there weren't many institutes .These institutes expose the lacunae in our teaching
system , which I believe , is not at all structured. We teach you something and expect something else and that's why
you need these aids. Tell me' how many teachers know you by your name? There is hardly any interaction between
the teacher and the students which is very essential in the shaping up your personality.

Me: Sir , what are your suggestions?

Sir: The MCI has come up with new guidelines for undergraduate teaching which I believe are excellent especially
"The student doctor" concept. I suggest you all to go through it. It's pretty interesting.

Me: Sir, do you think the AIIMS undergraduates lack anywhere?

Sir: Not at all, on the contrary I believe that you are a bunch of brilliant minds and it's really fascinating playing a role
in shaping up these extraordinary minds. All you need is proper guidance.

Me: Sir, tell us about your experience in Britain?

Sir: I trained as a SMO and went on to be a consultant. The most fascinating part was working on organ transplant
which I believe is one of the biggest miracles of the century.

I believe that this exposure is absolutely essential for a doctor for enhancing his communication skills and much more.

Me: Sir , we know that you have a tight schedule but how do you manage to stay so calm and jovial?

Sir: Everyone has a hobby and I love photography. I am an avid reader too. Currently I am reading this book called "
My God is a woman". It's pretty interesting....

Me: Sir; what is your message for the readers?

Sir: Follow your dreams , you will be surprised to see how close they get to you....All the best in your endeavors.

Me: Thank you Sir. That was very inspiring....

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Captivating Reel - ITY
 A Different Home Komal Parmar

Dew Drops & Petals Dr. Soubhagya Sagar

A Plunge into Happiness Dr. Soubhagya Sagar Life in Ruins Dr. Soubhagya Sagar
The Wayward Stream Dr. Soubhagya Sagar Masakkali Wamique Gajdhar

A New Dawn Abhishek Agnihotri The Simple Joys of Life Shweta Shubhdarshini

Full Moon Abhishek Agnihotri Arbor Luminous Dr. Soubhagya Sagar

Perched up High Dr. Soubhagya Sagar The Twilight Sky Dr. Soubhagya Sagar
 Sicko!!
Dr. Nikhil Gupta
This is my only article in this edition; and perhaps my last in any; of the annual magazine of the
breeding ground of perhaps the single brightest pool of young doctors anywhere in the world (and
yeah, I'm proud of being a part of it: but profound, though insidious, developments in the way things
are done- in AIIMS, in healthcare; in India, in the US- have seriously dented that pride, that joy of
belonging to the most prestigious institute in the most revered profession of being a doctor, a healer)
and so, this article is not going to be about
how obstetrics is drier than some very dry things (ref previous edition of HH);or
how FC Barcelona's playing style makes them a joy to watch; or
how John Petrucci's mastery of his 7-string renders him in the same league as Jimmy Page, Gilmour and
Keith Richards; or
why Richard Linklater is one of the best directors on the planet ( see 'Waking Life'!); or about
why the Amazon Kindle is the best dedicated e-book reader there is and why iPod is still Apple's best
product despite the frenzy over the Phone and the Pad; or
why Amtrak's Coast Starlight is the best way to travel between LA and SF despite taking twice as much
time and costing twice as much as the bus; or
what unconscious mechanisms do beautiful waitresses work that cause you to pay 25 USD (INR 1250)
for a single hamburger which actually costs less than half that amount; or
why it is almost impossible to find a decent Sushi place in Chinatown and the subtle differences among
the Chinese, the Japanese, the Koreans and the Filipinas; or
why the East Coast sucks monster balls compared to glorious California and of living-to-work versus
working-to-live and when the differences fade; or
whether to go for closed back headphones over open ones and whether we actually perceive the
difference between 192 and 320 kbps encoding without "perceptual aids" *wink*; or
why "Music Has the Right to Children" is undoubtedly the best studio album by Boards of Canada (and
among my top 5 albums EVER) ; or
which of Dilbert, Calvin & Hobbes, Cyanide & Happiness and Chopping Block is the funniest (or
darkest) comic strip or is Jon Lajoie funnier than South Park; or
how NN Taleb does a superb job in his book "Black Swan: The Impact of the Highly Improbable" of

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explaining how we fool ourselves into believing we know more than we actually do; or even
why Biostatistics and Psychology (at least Behavioral and Developmental),if not Sociology, should be
incorporated in the medical curriculum(I know!!- scrap Anat and Biochem for all I care.)
It is going to be about something that matters (if it doesn't, better start thinking why) to each and every
one of us: Why are we here (Not on Earth: I leave that for higher beings- Locke, Hume, Descartes and
others) - in AIIMS!! In the medical profession! In Healthcare! Do we have any visions/ any aspirations/
any clear ideas on how to achieve them? What drives us? Or Does Anything?(Scary!) Are we just being
taken to wherever the blue bus is taking us? Do we even know who's driving that bus? Are we ever
frightened by the fact that the bus may be automated, like so many of the things these days, and the
road might just end? Or are we TOO frightened to even think about it?
My immediate inspiration for this provocative essay, if you will, was the UBER Michael Moore film
"Sicko" (hence the title) in which he talks about corporate-insurance-based health systems in the US
and shows how they fail miserably in their presumed goal of provision of universal healthcare
compared to theless glamorous but far more efficient socialist health systems in Canada, Great Britain,
France and even the third-world "evil" communist Cuba. I humbly request you to give this guy 2 hours
of your super precious Step 1/2 preparation time: you might just end up reconsidering a lot of things;
or at least not blaming anyone for "not telling you" 20 years down.
So What-about-India you ask.What about AIIMS? We practice healthcare-for-all! (What about that
sucky book of healthcare policies and programs that we're supposed to cram in Community Medicine!)
We treat patients for free! If the Americans (and our "good" private hospitals) ought to reflect on the
latter italicized words, we ought to concentrate on the former. Are we actually giving patients better
outcomes, especially in the non-surgical branches? Does the patient actually fare better three or even
24 hours after stepping into the ED or would he be better off bearing his misery on his own; or taking
refuge in "unscientific", but empirically effective, alternative medicine [and remember, empiricism is
the basis of all science; ergo the "recent" more scientific Evidence Based Medicine] and not have his
veins punctured multiple times by the "eager-to-learn" bunch of white-coat-wearers?
Blasphemy?? Probably! But if Blasphemy is what it takes to set us thinking and question our methods,
then so be it. So, What-do-you-suggest-Nikvana, you ask me. Shall we all "run away" from medicine
like you or just blame the system and repent that we ever chose Biology/AIIMS over Math/IIT? Neither.
We think about what drives us, what makes us content, what we hope to achieve and how we should go
about achieving that ultimate goal; at the same time not neglecting our bread and butter (which, since
you're here, will never be a problem). We rank virtue over nicety, honesty over pleasantries, facts over
opinions, content over presentation, ideation over memory, satisfaction over materialism and ethic
over convention. We travel, we be open to new ideas and new dimensions of thought, we not harbor a
go-with-the-flow attitude, we be curious, we question. We be skeptical empiricists (ref Black Swan:
Taleb).

Comment / Engage at www.nikvana.blogspot.com

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 "I have had dreams, and I have had nightmares.
I overcame the nightmares because of my dreams."
And so kept our souls hanging between our
dreams and nightmares during the time of mid
2010. Lurking behind every corner were the
ideas and hopes... Ambushing were the fears
colligated with the chore... As I find myself
today typing down these words, my mind is on
a roller coaster ride to that fabulous fourth
dimension full of fun n frolic, fear n frustration,
flows n flaws, fibres n fabrics, fill-in's and
fulfil's. This all describes the P-wave 2010: 'As
You Wish'.

It was a sensation when a pretty unexpected

name was announced for the job of the p-wave secretary. I think even she must have never thought
of this before but Shweta Shubhdarshini turned out to be a beautiful bundle of surprises. With her
unsurpassed dedication, excellent expressions, ravishing dance moves and unending creativity,
she did put an end to every speculation. Thus we saw the story of two beautiful beings falling into
love, undergoing a separation for the sake of a better life and reuniting after devastation. Then a
monarch playing the villain and a tear jerking ending when we saw both of them dying for each
other and living for their love. All this was condensed to a matter of 0:55:58 hrs on the stage. This is
where the beauty of the p-waves lies year after year.

The manufacturing of our p-wave began with our deep dive into the eternal ocean of harmonics
and overtones. Trust me it isn't that soothing as it appears. Each and every song had to satisfy the
criteria of (1) appeal, rhythm, beats, adaptability, suitability, choreography and dance ability.
Apart from this (2) the song should not be that popular, ideally never heard by anyone. I really
wonder how can we get such songs fulfilling criteria (1) but not (2) unless we have an entire team of
singers and composers exclusively and secretly working for us. The same applies to each and every
other aspect of our presentation viz the dance steps, dresses, props, scenes, background score and
every other possible thing. You spend day and night stuck to your computers. Collect GBs and GBs
of stuff. Overload hard drives, crash your hard disks (and other's too). Reach an extent of miosis
and tympanic flaccidity.

Before this little introduction could dampen the aspirations of the future generations, I would like to
introduce an amazing aspect of our working which is like an oasis in the desert (rather an ice cream
parlour or a cola bar out there). I'm referring to a golden treasure known as friends and that too
multitalented... Alisha and Abanti despite their very busy schedule helped us in song selection.

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Entire time of April, may and June was spent in video search and rejection. One should have seen
shweta's face during those times, she was such an insomniac soul. Frizzed up hair, dark circles
under the eyes, evident fatigue in her gait and a huge question mark in front of her: Hero ???

After many considerations, many suggestions, many

Cleaning spree - Nah !!
On a dancing spree.
approvals and many denials, finally the name of Konkimalla
Abhilash was finalised for the role of our hero. We started
off with our choreography in the month of June and then
came the time of summer vacations. Everyone was going
home and coming back late. All of us were calling each
other, looking at train and air fares, having funny
interactions with ticket booking agents. Finally on reaching
back at aiims we flagged off the dance routine. Fighting for
the girls' hostel gym, carrying the woofers and speakers to
the foyer, sweating out at the rec room; finding a place to
peacefully practice was nearly impossible. Shweta and we
started off with our girl's dance choreography and for couple
dance we were assisted by Rahul R. As the days passed we
had wonderful team by our side. Varsha, Deepika and Pakhi
helped us with the job. 'Mambo' became our lingo. 'Love just
is' was all contemporary. 'Circus' was stretching us to the
painful max...

The most enjoyable part of the preparations was

shopping. I know Delhi is 'the shopaholic city' and so
were we. In our hunt of the things which were the most
attractive, most vibrant, best looking and yet fitting our
small budgets was a huge task indeed. Charting our
ways from sarojini to lajpat, INA to Karol bagh,
chandani chowk to janpath; we were able to strike
some of the best deals. This was an experience of
enhancing our exploring, searching, designing, re-
designing and most importantly our bargaining skills.
Bright reds, yellow, pink, magenta, golden and silvers
plus lots and lots of glittering accessories. We
managed to have the happiest shades in our
wardrobe.

And hence was going our story slow and steady but
suddenly came a horrible night of 26.07.2010 when a
stir was created by some news...
Circo - maniacs @ Chandani Chowk
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Shweta suffered a ligament injury in her right foot
while practicing for the girl's dance. It was the time of
01:33:00hrs when suddenly all of us rushed to the
foyer and then emergency and then ortho ward. Up
and down, round and round and finally shweta ended
up with a bulky plaster on her foot and a state of
despair prevailed all around. Fortunately the time
passed without any major delay in the work. Everyone
perfectly contributed their bit and fraction for the
cause. Rahul R had taken the charge of boys' dance.
Varsha and Deepika Kainth helped with the girls' and
the couple dance. Rahul, Mandeep Virk, Konki and
Srikant Mohta always showed up on time for practice
and made sure that it gets over in time. Ritesh (to whom
we are thankful in more than one way), Pankush,
Preeti, Srishti, Ravi and Sid were so sincere with their
parts and were a big boost. Days passed like this and
our secy was back on job by 10th august...

Though our story started shaping up but some places were still vacant and then came the batch
2010 and filled up the gaps. We got a chirpy set of girls like Meghal, Isha and Harshita. The role of
monarch was played by Suveen. We started off with our Audi practices in august and thanks to
Richie and her Fine Arts teams the props were ready by the time. This was the time of arduous
practice sessions. We were rushing in and out of the Audi, Arshi was recording the narrations,
Deepika was helping with the
last min shopping, Harshit and
Sachit had frustrating job of
lights. Getting all the people for
a single rehearsal always a
gigantic task. Asking,
requesting, calling, texting,
shouting pleading... you try it all
but still the delay and absence
were kinda invincible. Every
day you feel so relieved after the
practice and if it turns out to be
up to the mark, a treat is well
deserved.

The hearts were beating on the

scales of fierce temblors when
Lighting aint that light !!!!
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“The Scooter” move of POP goes my heart Candymen with the Candies!!!!

the D-day arrived. Hidden under a black satin cloth was our computer with p-wave mixdown.
Lights, camera, action and as we pressed the green button, the curtains raised up and we had the
majestic backdrop in front of us... and the minutes after that were breathtaking. The colourful
carnival, the sword fights and the game of wits (hats off to Fawaz), chirpy candyman, gaga gals,
Konki's sky high leaps denying the apology, Shweta's endless tears as she was bleeding in love and
the way they beautifully kept holding on till the end... everything happened so very right. Splendid
memories of that dream come true will always be a part of our life.

It was the third time I happened to be a part of the phenomena called as p-wave and I must say the
world comes to a standstill when you step on that stage in front of the glaring lights and all you could
do is just listen to those rhythms and beats being resonant with your heart and breaths...
I wish that this passion for perfection may continue like this forever and ever...

My best friend’s Wedding The Evil Monarch !!!

Komal Parmar
6th Semster

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 The Circus troop The Daredevil pirates

Bleeding Love ... It’s too late to apologize ......

Love is in the Air (Literally & Figuratively !!!!) So keep holding on ......

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 AIIMSONIAN ALERT !!

United we pass - The co-operative Aiimsonians The bewildered Aiimsonian

The inquisitive Aiimsonians The spiritual Aiimsonians

The Mud-a- “holi” - C Aiimsonians The attentive Aiimsonians!!

 AIIMSONIAN ALERT !!

Hell-o-ween - the horrifying Aiimsonians Diaper Days - The juvenile Aiimsonians

CDEx : The new heart of Aiimsonians GBM : The democratic Aiimsonians

The Khiladi Aiimsonians

Roses, Proses & Salsa - The romantic Aiimsonians

The "larger than life" Aiimsonians Homo Sapiens – Really??

The Phatehaal Aiimsonians The Playful Aiimsonians

The Ravishing Aiimsonians The Artistic Aiimsonians

 The fresh blood Aiimsonians

The “gaon-waala” Aiimsonians

The Genius Aiimsonians

The 8th Inter-Medical Student Physiology Quiz. The Medillectuals - 2011

Best student of the year

Pedicon 2011

P.S.: This list could not include the kick ***, the frustrated & the sentimental
due to copyright issues!!
 Best of Quizzing @ Pulse 2010
Harf, the Literary Fest at Pulse 2010 saw the conduction of seven quizzes on diverse topics such as
Literature, Science, Cricket, Sports, Entertainment, Hindi Movies and of course, the General Quiz.
This year, we saw a tremendous response and a sizable growth in the attendance. The pick of the
questions from the General Quiz have been presented below, hoping that it will draw more of you
to the quizzes this year.
In March 1941, with the World War II at its peak, this man made a journey to the Soviet border in a
diplomatic car. He then took a train in order to reach Moscow. An Italian diplomat had given him
an Italian passport and he had assumed the name "Count Orlando Mazzotta". Under this name he
continued his journey by air to Berlin. While in Germany, he stayed with his wife Emilie Schenkl.
Identify.
He is, till date, the only winner of the FIFA World Player of the Year Award award who has never
represented his country at the Finals of the FIFA World Cup. Identify.

Levator labii superioris alaeque nasi, translated from Latin as the "lifter of the upper lip and of the
wing of the nose," is a facial muscle in the animal kingdom.
The action of this muscle is to dilate the nostril and elevate the upper lip, enabling one to snarl. This
muscle is also given another name after a famous cultural icon who was known for his trademark
facial expression utilizing the action of this muscle.
Name this famous personality/alternate name for this muscle.

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The Airport of Réunion. This is apt as Réunion was in fact his birth place.
Identify.

“X", a novel by German law professor and judge Bernhard Schlink, was published in Germany in
1995. It deals with the difficulties which subsequent generations have in comprehending the
Holocaust.
The book was translated into English by Carol Brown Janeway and published in the United States in
1997, where it became the first German novel to top the New York Times Bestsellers list. It has been
translated into 37 languages and has been included in the curricula of college-level courses in
Holocaust literature and German language and German literature.
Identify.
Name this man's most famous invention (over 75 million units have been produced till date).

This Scottish doctor was the personal surgeon to Queen Victoria when she visited Scotland. He also
wrote a medical textbooks. He emphasized on careful physical examination in order to reach
diagnosis.

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Identify.

The great man X owned the object Y.

The following are the legends (or maybe they are true, who knows?):-
Officials in Holland once took the object apart to see if there was a magnet inside it.
In Japan, the officials checked if X had used Superglue on the object.
In Vienna, there is a statue of X with four arms, each of them holding Y.
Hitler even offered to buy Y from X. He even offered X German Citizenship and the rank of a
Colonel in the German army.
Who is X? What is Y?
Identify the artist, who was a major figure in the abstract expressionist movement.

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John X started the company named X in 1824 as a shop selling tea. Having taken over their father's
expanding business, the Quakers George and Richard X needed to move their factory from Bridge
Street in central Birmingham to a green field site about 4 miles to the south of Birmingham to allow
for expansion.
George X, the younger brother of Richard, later in 1893 bought 120 acres of land close to the
works and planned, at his own expense, a model village for his employees which would 'alleviate
the evils of modern more cramped living conditions'. By 1900, the estate included 313 cottages
and houses. These almost 'Arts and crafts' houses were traditional in design but with large gardens
and modern interiors, and were designed by the resident architect William Alexander Harvey.
Research by the Joseph Rowntree Foundation in 2003 has claimed that it is "one of the nicest places
to live in Britain"
Identify X and the name of the model village.

Answers
Subhash Chandra Bose
George Weah of Liberia
The Elvis muscle
Roland Garros
Der Vorleser (The Reader)
AK 47 (Mikhail Kailashnikov)
Dr Joseh Bell (inspiration for Sherlock Holmes, who in turn was the inspiration for Dr House)
X-Dhyan Chand; Y-His hockey stick
Jackson Pollock
X-Cadbury; the name of the village is Bournville

Tejas Suri
6th Semester

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 The Medical Jinx !!
Bhuwan Giri
4th Semester
It all started with a ''right' answer. "I want to become a doctor", you must have smiled as you stood
up and declared to the world your 'noble' intention to serve humanity, help the poor, heal the sick,
amputate the diabetic, drug the insane and siliconise the underprivileged. Little did you know then,
that this declaration would signal the beginning of a battle you and I were bound to lose, albeit in a
cause rather different than our testosterone free brains could fathom then. Days, months and board
exams would pass as you'd sit and slowly realize that while your test scores charmed your
headmistress they hardly did the trick with women who'd inevitably and ultimately rule the rest of
your life! Some of us may have consoled ourselves saying perhaps we'd get a late start and catch
up, but then I'd be glad to intrude upon your unrated fantasies and tell you (if you've not already
discovered it yourself) that your ship has sailed a long, long time ago. As you read this and think
about all the pretty girls that you never talked to, all the coffee and birthday invites that clashed with
your tuition timings and that classmate of yours who fell in love with your best friend, you might
have actually realized that sometimes giving the 'right' answers, in the matters of the heart (as in
your ill-prepared vivas) can be an incredibly stupid thing to do.

For the sake of simplification, lets first do away with the two extremes that define our curve. In
milder terms they are the "studs" and the "geeks", though in local vernacular there is an abundance
of adjectives that you can whisper under your breath while you see him at the water cooler and
smile. These two distinct groups of people strangely have one thing in common; they are incredibly
'busy' people. The former, wearing an air of "Ouch, you're still a virgin" look glides away with a
girl every Friday evening as his room shows no sign of life for the next three days. These sons of Eros
riding on a sea of endorphins next door make you go green like the way Nescafe's late night
maggis never could! Your other vividly described stereotyped wing-mate is equally harmful to your
already battered ego. The object of his affections (books with every line of every page marked
important with three different inks) may not make you as envious, but his indifference and the
calmness with which he mocks you every time a girl blocks you in facebook while he scores twice as
much as you in a test does wonders to your self-esteem!

Then there are the talkers. Yes, the ones you see burning down calories with their phones, they have
this tendency to creep up in the strangest of places, pacing up and down your corridors at ungodly
hours. Were he not in a medical college, his serene smile and his utter disregard for the basic
worldly comforts of sleep and time, you may have easily assumed that this lecherous batch mate of
yours might have been listening to some late night telephonic recitation of the Bhagavad Geeta.
These scourges of our precious little sleep have their loved ones held captive in the high towers of

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various NCR PGs and Girls hostels. They quietly
listen to their crooning lovers complaining of
impending assessments, uncovered syllabus and
that patient on whom he did the rectal exam this
morning. Quite understandably , I fear to discuss the
future of a relationship whose romantic talks border
on the subject of a partner probing unexplored
orifices of a third person. This finally leaves the
average you and me, confused and refused by the
fairer sex, excited and exhausted of all the new
friend requests that we send everyday and yes
somewhat contented that the only thing we can screw
up is our exams and pretty much nothing else.

As bleak as our future looks, how do we go about it?

Do we sit down battle weary and frustrated, lock
ourselves in and hit that bookshelf (or your Hard Disk
Drive) with vengeance? Some of us though are hard-
headed, You see the ones who argue with unyielding
defiance with the professors at their examinations?
The ones who would go swearing their answer to
their graves even if it was conjured just a few seconds
after the professor completed his question; they are
the ones showing us the way! The only torch bearers in leading this almost-lost fight against the
deprivation of female affection in our lives. No matter how strongly women spurn their advances,
when it comes to drudging away, no one beats the medico spirit: "If you don't understand it,
Memorize it!" also translated as "If you have no answers, invent them" and in this case "If not her,
then maybe her friend." However, the dogma that you and I will most likely follow would be the one
of sitting, waiting and wishing. You Let that fire of
passion build up a volcano inside of you till one day
you look at yourself in the mirror, see that you are
already balding at 23, your glasses are thicker than
your grandmother's and your only concern is if your
spermatozoa are still adequate in number. That's the
time when you call your mother, get married to a
'doctor' (who'd perhaps stand and understand your
desperation) and turn your ground floor into a clinic.
The designation plate at your entrance gate serves as
the headstone on which your degree printed in bold spells the final resting place of a brave
testosterone drenched soul, that lived freely, laughed heartily, loved too eagerly and was refused a
little too frequently!

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THE HALT Anupam Kanodia
IInd Semester

The train screeched to a halt..

Destination for some,
A beginning of road for others..
People with newspapers and water bottles ran through the train..
A guy boarded, with a gleam in his eyes,
that must have radiated from some dreams underneath..
A man ran across the tracks,
perhaps some things were more important than life itself.
Two vendors were selling eatables
shouting enthusiastically like every other day,
feeding passengers is necessary to feed family..
A girl stepped out, & ran towards her father,
the joy of meeting a loved one unparalleled.

My journey had halted for sometime..

but I saw life moving……
 The story of……
Nishant Gurnani
8th Semester
It was a wonderful time. I am sad that it is over now but happy too for it happened. How can I describe
it, let's see, one word which most closely describes it but still not completely would be bliss.
I still remember when she would sneak upon me. Lovingly she would spread her arms around me and
take me in her embrace.
Oh sorry but let me start from the beginning.
I can't remember exactly when this affair started. It now seems like we have been together since eternity.
Initially it was quite a secret affair. We had a few meetings in night. We have to keep this low profile I
had told her after all there were lots of "no good wishers" around. I somehow regret my decision now
for we could have spent more time together then.
Gradually our love deepened and everyone around me just laughed at the fool. It was love in the air
and I was on cloud nine and every other expression you can think to describe that blissful state. But soon
my parents got to know of it. They made a point that I must decrease my involvement. They said it is not
good for my personal growth. But who does a fool listen too besides his own. Taking no heed of their
advice I continued my irrational behavior.
We were together everywhere. Even in classes. Our presence was so disturbing that we were even
asked to leave lectures. She would grab me whenever, wherever she could see me. We were totally
inseparable.
But gradually our love entered its declining phase. I don't know what happened, whose fault was it,
who to blame. But there was no guessing that we had entered a point of no return in our relationship.
She could not stay with me any longer.
I don't know for how much time I was in a state of delirium when I heard this. She cried on seeing my
state but it was fate's doing and we both knew that it could not be changed. We hugged each other and
spent the night together for the last time. I wished that that night may never end. But what we don't
always get we wish. She kissed me good bye in the morning and left me
Life was never same after she left. Though now I had more time to myself, I could dedicate more time to
work. In fact my life had almost been increased by one third. But still I miss her. My first and who knows
probably my only love.
She made my life worth living, it was a whole new experience, a relief from the daily boring routine.
She was the spice of my life. She was the calm in the turmoil of my life.
I am missing you and waiting for you, my love, my life……………..Ms Sleep
The story of an insomniac ......

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 LACUNAE
Lacunae so little, i seem to hide in
From this magnanimous world just
About to override...
Seems so small to fit me in with
All my fears
All my faiths
All my desires
All my remorse
All my hopes
All my despair

All of me and all my universe

Which out there from everybody else
I seem to hide in those lacunae.

Entrapped i feel, in my own boundaries

Alone i am in my own world
Which has it all and has them all
But just in manifestations, just on paper
At the end of each day i find myself wiping my own tears
Realising my own mistakes
Making the corrections on my own...

I tell myself stories; i listen to them all night

Day by day i burrow down deep and deeper
To be never able to come out
For my solitary solace... my lonely lacunae.

Komal Parmar
6th Semster
 The other side of me ……
Knowing I had recently completed a rotation in OB/GYN, a friend asked me how they (medical schools)
make male medical students understand what their pregnant patients feel like. It was an interesting
question. And it got me thinking about understanding what our patients go through – no matter their age,
or sex, or condition.

As medical students, there is not much discussion about how our patients feel. Sure, there are classes
about human suffering. But these classes deal with generalities. Each patient experiences their condition in
their own unique way. To draw upon the obstetrical cases, telling a woman that she is pregnant can be met
with a variety of responses that range from fear and dread to joy and elation.

I once heard a senior say, "The moment a symptom occurs, a story begins." Those words seemed so
profound at the time that I wrote the idea down and saved it. Each patient who walks through the hospital
doors is more than a symptom. They are more than a diagnosis. They are more than a disease. They are
human beings who have a story – a story that is just waiting to be told.

The question that my friend raised, regarding how male medical students are made to understand the
experiences of their pregnant patients, made me realize that there is little done to help us understand our
patients' experiences. But I am okay with that. Because each experience is too individual to explain away
with a blanket statement. It is impossible for anyone to know exactly how another feels.

The important thing, in my opinion, is for us to connect with our patients and convey that we acknowledge
that they are going through a difficult or trying situation and to offer ourselves as they cope with it. It can be
something as simple as giving them permission to be candid about their raw emotions – the frustrations
and fears that build up – in a safe environment where no one will betray their trust or judge them or treat
them any differently because of it.

It would probably be a good thing if we could understand exactly what our patients were experiencing. It
would probably help many of us with our empathy. But without that ability to understand perfectly the
experiences of our patients, we are left with the ability to accept perfectly the experiences of our patients.
And I suspect that for most of them, this much is enough.

It's 1:00 a.m. I just got home from an 18-hour shift at the hospital. I should really be sleeping, not typing.
But I need to put in my weekly post here . And I don't know when I'll ever get the time to write again.

I remember when I was a pre-med student and even a med student...looking around at some of the doctors
and wondering how they could sometimes be so short with their patients. I saw docs who didn't really
seem to care much for anyone, especially their patients. And I wondered how they could be in medicine
and have such little empathy.
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And now I truly realize why, maybe for the first time in my life.

As I've said before, there is an inverse correlation between the hours worked and the level of empathy
towards patients. And not only empathy, but compassion as well.

I started the day at full speed, diligently caring for my patients. I comforted a patient in excruciating pain. I
took the time to talk extensively with my patient's mother. I went the extra mile.
But after around 15 hours into my shift, my empathy and compassion started fading. I began viewing
patients not as humans who needed my help, but rather as obstacles in my path towards gaining
sustenance, rest, and sleep.

Why did my patient have to go into respiratory distress and require intubation? Didn't he know how
fatigued I was? Why couldn't he have waited until I left the hospital to become such a time sink?

Why did my demented patient have to keep ripping out her IV lines and foley catheter? Didn't she know
how much I wanted to see my bed?

I feel like I'm really starting to understand the dark side of medicine. I now comprehend The House of God
with a whole new appreciation.

I want to care. I want to have empathy. I want to have compassion.

I know it's within me. I know I want to be the best doctor I can be to each and every one of my
patients.

But the reality...the truth...

Is that I can not.

I simply do not have that innumerable capacity.

I am only human, after all

……..A Medical Student

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 MED- LEXICON
ANTIBODY - against everyone
ARTERY - the study of fine paintings
BACTERIA - back door to a cafeteria
BENIGN - what you be after you be eight
CAESARIAN SECTION - a district in Rome
CARDIOLOGY - advanced study of poker playing
CHRONIC - neck of a crow
COMA - punctuation mark
CORTIZONE - area around local courthouse
CYST - short for sister
DIAGNOSIS - person with a slanted nose
DISLOCATION - in this place
DUODENUM - couple in jeans
ENEMA - not a friend
FALSE LABOR - pretending to work
FECES - nasty countenance
GALLBLADDER - bladder in a girl
GENES - blue denim
GROIN - to mash to a pulp / smile
HERNIA - she is close by
 HYMEN - greeting to several males
IMPOTENT - distinguished, well-known
LABOR PAIN - hurt at work
LYMPH - walk unsteadily
MENOPAUSE - I no wait
MICROBES - small dressing gowns
OBESITY - city of Obe
PACEMAKER - winner of Nobel Peace Prize
PROTEIN - in favour of teens
PULSE - grain
PUS - small cat
RED BLOOD COUNT - Dracula
RUPTURE - ecstasy
SECRETION - hiding anything
SEMEN - sailor
SUBCUTANEOUS - not cute enough
SUTURE - Gujarati for "what do you want"
Alka Nanda Behera
6th Semester
 Diagnosis of Alcohol Consumption
SYMPTOM: Drinking fails to give taste and satisfaction, beer is unusually pale and clear.
FAULT: Glass empty.
ACTION: Find someone who will buy you another beer.

SYMPTOM: Drinking fails to give taste and satisfaction, and the front of your shirt is wet.
FAULT: Mouth not open when drinking or glass applied to wrong part of face.
ACTION: Buy another beer and practice in front of mirror. Drink as many as needed to perfect drinking
technique.

SYMPTOM: Feet cold and wet.

FAULT: Glass being held at incorrect angle.
ACTION: Turn glass other way up so that open end points toward ceiling.

SYMPTOM: Feet warm and wet.

FAULT: Improper bladder control.
ACTION: Go stand next to nearest dog. After a while complain to the owner about its lack of house training
and demand a beer as compensation.

SYMPTOM: Floor blurred.

FAULT: You are looking through bottom of empty glass.
ACTION: Find someone who will buy you another beer.

SYMPTOM: Floor moving.

FAULT: You are being carried out.
ACTION: Find out if you are being taken to another bar. If not, complain loudly that you are being
kidnapped.

SYMPTOM: Opposite wall covered with ceiling tiles and fluorescent lights across it.
FAULT: You have fallen over backward.
ACTION: If your glass is full and no one is standing on your drinking arm, stay put. If not, get someone to help
you get up.

SYMPTOM: Everything has gone dim, mouth full of cigarette butts.

FAULT: You have fallen forward.
ACTION: See above.

SYMPTOM: Everything has gone dark.

FAULT: The Bar is closing.
ACTION: Panic.
Shweta Shubhdarshini
STATUARY WARNING : This was meant for pure humor.
Alcohol consumption is injurious to health. 8th Semester

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Mr. Sanjeev Khatri & Dr. Parveen (Kundu) Khatri

Dr. Ajay Pal Singh & Dr. Shilpa Singh

 Dr. Akshat Wahal & Shilpa Wahal

Mr. Ambrish Pandey & Dr. Nivedita (Patni) Pandey Dr. Varun Gogia & Dr. Shikha Gupta
Sarangkot
Valley is fresh from the night
Its cold in the valley
The eyes of Buddha, closed in meditation
The mountains asleep wearing caps of snow
The silence pervades the dawn
A blade of grass and pearl atop
I catch it seeing me, it smiles

The eyes large, ocean deep stir

The dreams, the clouds respond
Maybe it's the breeze
The view, more enchanting now, behold
the 'tilak', an orange dot graceful
The ball of warmth adorns Him

River below meandering curving

Banks lazy, abundance calm
Reflecting the gentle eyes,
A flower yawn, colours burst into life
Green opulence comes forth
Vast blue expands, flowers sway
The heart stops and is stolen away
Svami Orikrish
4th Semester

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Bubble-Warp
Once upon a minute, you know,
you told me to let the bubbles be..

To think beyond, think at least

To think the possible, and what
seemed to not be; to not destroy
the illusion, the play; to let go…

To stop repairing, to let the chinks be,

And again, to let the bubbles be..

Through plague and question, that

I let in, I sorted, I damaged, to see
any sign, any sense; failing, I still
sort and walk, because I know no better,
And like to believe I will reach
where the bubbles are allowed to be..

My constant is your understanding

I may not always agree,
Or even comprehend oftentimes,
but it is what centres my balance;
I pray that you will solve my mind a while;
And till around the bend, let this bubble be..

Till that time when the knowledge

is too great, finally - I admit,
I do wonder what it would take;
And fear the most ,that judgement day.

Beyond that, beyond ,beyond,

when I return to the minute
when you told me to let the bubbles be.. Dr. Kriti Puri

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 Neetu M
6th Semester
 The Election Drama
The elections made it seem as if college life was not just all
about classes, studying, eating, and sleeping. For us first
timers, the experience was probably the most
enlightening of all in fresher year. All the drama, the back
stabbing, tear shedding, "gang wars"; all of it would
undoubtedly create an epic. There were only two months
that we freshers were paid so much attention from nearly
everyone. One was August, and, the other, January. Of
course, many hopefuls tailed us faithfully throughout,
perhaps expecting that lack of ground substance could be
compensated for by generous treats, helping the library
regulars waste valuable study hours at Nesci, and overall,
making us feel like we actually meant something in their lives. Others continued to slog furiously in
their respective fields, expecting their work to speak for them.

The sixth sem seniors really got down to business in early January. We would be quietly sitting in
our rooms, minding our own lives, when that ominous knock on the door indicated that we had
company. Company eager to give hours long lectures about the exact functions of the SU, about the
PG reservations scenario (which frankly, I am still rather confused about), about the necessity to
vote for the entire panel, and so on. One day, we have members of panel 1 coming to us and
throwing all sorts of claims about panel 2, which apparently comprises drunkards who just want
control of the college cash. Panel 1 would further proceed to chide us for not noticing that
opposition's only modus operandi for campaign was to flirt with the girls, distribute (and even
force) whiskeys and vodkas to innocent young fachchas/fachchis, and use the PULSE income to
buy themselves bikes and ac's. The very next day, a very indignant panel 2 comes to defend all
those allegations (like, drinking is a personal choice), and by launching a new set of rumors. We
were made aware of each and every issue they had against each other, how a certain someone's
selfishness would most certainly hinder his administrative skills and responsibilities. All the dark
shadows of their past years at AIIMS were thrown into light for us to judge. We were informed by
terribly concerned seniors how materialistic some were, what would happen if money fell into their
hands. Some amazingly (not wanting to sound rude!) becoming personalities happily proclaimed
about all their characterless counterparts who were most definitely unfit to represent AIIMS. "She
betrayed me", " I spent all these years helping these people who are now ruining my life". Yes
seniors, we understand... But spare us your melodramatic acts!

The Lohri celebration, while fun, became a joke. Each panel tried to outdo the other, one going to
the extent of giving us printed invitations. It was surprising that we so peacefully went about as we
did. (Of course, that was perhaps because there were no males involved). And as far as the treat
was concerned, it was balderdash, due to overzealous rivalry and miscommunication.

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Two sets of orders were placed, with one being cancelled at the last moment, members of that panel
refusing to eat even a single slice, and the food being inadequate.

Then came return freshers. We were asked to postpone the party till after the elections to avoid it
becoming a campaigning fiasco. (Thank God we didn't, for the childish divisions in the batches
seem to become only darker with time). In spite of us politely requesting all seniors except our
immediate to keep their noses out the rec room, they dare not miss the delicious opportunity to
promote themselves in front of so many voters simultaneously. We somehow kept the gatecrashers
out until the main party was over.

We stopped being people. In the movie Madagascar Alex used to view his friends as steak.
Similarly, we were just mere votes. No word or action was genuine or sincere, and even if it was, we
trusted people at the risk of our sanity and dignity. The seniors missed no chance. Not even at 2 am,
after a treat at CDEx, when someome suggested going out to eat paranthas at Yusuf Sarai. (Which
moron eats paranthas at that time, I was curious). Speaking for myself, though many others would
probably agree, I went out of politeness, all the while becoming a goat for the campaigners.

Our class unity became endangered at the cost of elections. (Is the tense correct?) In the name of CR
election, new dramas, jealously, and group mentalities were invented, not by us, but our ruthless
shepherds. Our nearly unanimous decision for CR was rejected, and, elections bestowed upon us,
naturally bifurcating us into the supporters of the two nominees. Many a dilemma we pondered
upon, trying to justify our own decisions and convince others to follow suit. Some learnt to speak out
for the first time, others learnt to con their own friends,
while the greatest of them, including those who had never
once involved in class matters (and were even thought
previously to be solitary loons), went out of their way to
actually plan night outs and brain wash any wavering
mind that crossed their path. Well, hail elections... we now
know what lurks behind the masks of people's faces.

Then came the D-day. It was an anti-climax, as we finished

our half day's classes, quietly filed in to cast our votes
before getting caught by desperate politicians, and walked
out as if nothing had happened. After a month of being
singled out as possible votes, we were free souls at last. It
actually felt odd to be so "ignored" by the rest of our little
world. The results came, the fights erupted... in the hostels,
the quad, on Facebook. But I suppose one gets used to the
cold war with time and experience. Though it is a bit hard
to watch future doctors break each others' bones.

A Much hassled 2nd semmer

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SNOW WHITE

"Mirror mirror on the wall

who's the fairest of them all ?"
The fairy tales, if ever come true,
Will definitely look like me and you

But who tries to think beyond the happily ever after?

I have an identity, tarnished by your being .

I'm stable in myself, just smothered by your presence.
I'm intact
I'm preserved.
It's just that the thought of us, makes me digress from my existence.

My wings of desire
Pruned by those blunt chisels
Still want to fly.
Mercy! Please help them.
They've been deprived of flight
but why did not of fantasy
which times and again blows off
the ashes, hexing upon a witchcraft
over the burning splinters, still alive.
It is a question mark, my life.
My soul, my self, my love.
A puzzle escaping from its every solution
An affection for affliction...

Komal Parmar
6th Semster
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 Logos Decoded Kartik Gupta
2nd semester
We come across thousands of logos in our daily lives. Ranging from brands to institutions to football clubs
there are numerous sign and logos. But there is always an interesting and amusing fact or history connected
to them that is most often overlooked.
Here are some of the common logos along with their meanings.
1. Vodafone
Stands for: Voice-Data-Phone
Its original logo

Present logo: speech mark logo, introduced in 1997

Though a conversation is always put in inverted comas, a single inverted coma indicates endless
communication.
2. Sony VAIO
Originally stood for video audio integrated operation but since 2008 modified as visual audio intelligence
organizer.
First two letters represent analogue signal and last two letters digital signal.
3. Amazon.com

The arrow below indicates they have everything available from a to z.

4. Unilever
Some people also seem to suggest that the arrow also symbolises smile of the happy customers.

Every component has got a meaning. Sun indicates vitality. Shirt related to fresh clothes (detergents, soaps
etc.). Heart represents health products and bird-freedom from daily household chores.

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5.Audi

The logo of the German automobile giant represents the merger of four companies (AUDI, DKW, HORCH
and WANDERER) in 1932 that merged to form the company. AUDI is Latin for "hear".

6. Mercedes-Benz
The three pointed stars were used by the founder of this company to represent the domination of his engines
and motors over land, air and sea.

7. Nike
Nike is the Greek goddess of victory and the "swoosh" is supposed to represent the wing of the goddess,
perhaps to symbolise speed and balance.

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Balls Profile

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 Sahil Kumar
100 6th Semester
 VISION
Crowded by a bustling world,
Yet alone, in the depths of silence,
I find myself cherishing some moments,
Soothing and unforgettable.
A look at my palm,
Shows me a glimpse of the Ghats,
Of boats returning,
Of the giant idol of Lord Shiva,
Of water so pure and divine,
Of my mother, the Ganga!
Some music is heard
From the welcoming breeze,
From Maa, proceeding towards Haridwar,
Of low waves rising in Her,
From her pebble anklets.
And then I hear the familiar sounds
Of the chanting of hymns,
Of the blowing of conch shells,
Of prayers exclusively devoted
To my dear Maa!
Aditi Mohta
2nd Semester
And then I see tears
Rolling down my cheeks,
Thanking Maa and pleading for forgiveness!
I see a promise being made
To Maa, by me:
Of returning to Her soon,
Of remembering Her forever,
Of seeking refuge in Her arms,
Of finding pleasure in Her lap,
When my soul needs someone
To share feelings with,
Someone to console me,
Someone who gives me the ultimate happiness…
And my palm lowers down.
Not because I am satisfied, revisiting my past,
But because I can visualize Maa
In everything within my sight!
And I find the ultimate happiness,
The ultimate joy,
Day after day,
In Rishikesh,
In my vision…
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 Legen-dary Vivas !!!!
Piyush Kumar Sharma Rishav Bansal
6th Semster 6th Semster

A Dravidian 4th semmer during psychiatry posting, during a very thorough history taking decided to
question the patient about alcohol intake, the only deterrent was she forgot the hindi word for alcohol
(sharaab), so she frantically asks her batchmates, god knows if it was poor cellphone signal or a Chinese
whispers effect going on but the answer she got was a little too far off the mark

Student: “aap din mein kitni baar peshaab peete hain ?“

Patient: (looking bewildered and shocked) @!@#$!@$%#$ jee matlab??? Main peshaab kyun
peeonga???
Student: (encouragingly and sounding pleased with herself ) bahut acchi baat hai, peshaab bilkul nahi
peena chahiye, aapko pata hai yeh health ke liye bilkul accha nahi hai!!!

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A Faccha during anatomy viva—

Professor – (holding up a rib) what is this??
Faccha—mam bone.
P – oho I can see that, which bone is it??
F-ma'am clavicle
p-very good then what is this?? (holds up a clavicle)
F- ma'am another clavicle.

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During a surgery assessment

After listening to the history and examination findings , a very disturbed professor asks,
Professor- beta bahut bura haal hai. Kabhi posting bhi aaye ho???
Beta—(very emphatically) haan haan sir kya baat karte ho bilkul aaya hun, yeh dekho sir logbook(goes
without saying that all the signs had been forged just hours ago)
P—dekha to nahin tumhe kabhi--(looks at an entry which reads major o.t then looks at the student)—o.t
bhi jaate the??
B—haan haan sir, bilkul o.t jaata tha
p—yeh toh bahut acchi baat hai, vaise yeh to batao ki o.t hai kaunse floor pe
b—sir 7th floor pe
p—beta udhar toh wards hain, o.t toh thoda aur oopar hai, ab batao kahan hai o.t??
b—sir 9th floor pe hai
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During a medicine assessment,
professor—so after your history an exam what are your differentials???
Student – C.H.F(he had looked at the patient's file in which said the diagnosis was CHF)
P – good aur batao aur kya ho sakta hai
S – Sir c.h.f?
P –I mean aur koi differentials nahin hai??
S – No sir the case is pretty clear sir.
P – Chalo yeh bata do what is c.h.f
S – Sir it is cardiac heart failure

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During a micro viva

as the student entered the professor's room he saw that the professor 's tea and biscuits were kept on the
table along with the various media and specimens laid out on the table for spotting and identification
and
professor—pick up something
student—anything???
P – yes anything!! you can choose anything you like
Student—then I choose the biscuit!!!!!

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Professor : Enumerate the uses of morphine.

Student: As a painkiller
Professor: and…?
Student: In cancer , as a painkiller
Professor: and…?
Student: In parties , for phunnn…

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 2nd SEMESTER

Sitting L to R: Nidhun V. Ashok, Afzal Ahamed, Bhrihu Jain, Ankit Lalchandani, Harsh Sahu, Nadheer KM, Nihal Ahmed, Priyanka Prasad, Aayushi Garg, Ajmeera A. Azeez, Jyoti
Kumari, Mariam Shama, Sarthak Damji Sidapara
Standing 1st row L to R: Durubesula Sai Durga Prakash, Arun Krishna A.R., Praveen Kumar, Akash Jaiswal, Anupam Gupta, Abhinav Dhingra, Meghal Gagrani, Amanda Ann Davis,
Garima Patel, Nikita, Surbhi Sharma, Naaz Afreen, Aditi Mohta, Rosemary Poulose, Kamini Verma, Rafla, Urvashi Hooda, Faizeen Zafar, Isha Singh, Harshita Bamnawat, Hawa Reesha
Standing 2nd row L to R: Akhil Monga, Kshitiz Dogra, Rajesh Kumar, Pradeep Tomar, Piyush Nathani, Apoorv Singh Yadav, Utpal Patel, Lokesh Agarwal, Gevesh chand Dewangan,
Ranjeet Kumar, Shashikant Sharma, Amber Amar Bhayana, Bikramjot Singh, Suveen Angraal, Kartik Gupta, Akhilesh Kumar, Ajit Singh Oberoi, Dipin Goel, Ankush.
 4th SEMESTER

Sitting L to R: Toney Jose, Rituraj Upadhyay, Siddharth Jain, Jaiben George, Zeeshan G. Hussain, Kesavan P., Fazlu Rahman, Hussain Hameed, Nazim Moidu, Varidh Katiyar, Ahmed
Xooshan, Vishnu Narayan C. S., Rahul Krishna G., K. Abhilash
Standing 1st row L to R: Preeti Yadav, Zainab Abbas Vora, Deepika Kainth, Pankush Gupta, Madhur Kaura, Rashmi Singh, Shagun Chahal, Ipshita Sahoo, Lakshmy Vijayan, Selma Ali
C. H., Arshi Singh, Shruthi R., Srishti Saha, Manish Khattar, Devansh Yadav, Sunny Singhal, Dheeraj Kumar Mittal
Standing 2nd row L to R: Surinder Singh, Mandeep Singh Virk, Sachit Anand, Navraj Singh Gill, Ritesh Goel, Ravi Sharma, Vivek Kumar, Swarandeep Singh, Pankaj Mahal, Ashish
Solanki, Dhruv Mahajan, Jagram Meena, Dadi Ram Dorjee, Saurabh Bhatia, Shuvadeep GAnguly, Rahul Kumar Sinha, Shivpal Saini, Ankit Dhiman, Basheer Ahmad, Pradyuman Yadav,
Sumitabh Singh, Jatin Aggarwal, Tungish Bansal, Srikant Mohta.
 6th SEMESTER

Standing in the last row behind L-R: Abhineet KP, Ajoe John Kattoor, George P Jolly, Nidheesh Chandran, Ram Kumar Patidar, Shankneel
Singh, Rajnish Kumar Patidar, Ankit Meena, Rahul R, Kiratpreet Singh Dhillon, Mandeep Singh, Ritish Gupta, Himanshu Kanwat.
Standing in the middle row L-R: Antony GFT, Shaurya Darbari, Asjad Mahmood, Abhishek Jaiswal, Niraj Kumar, Vipul Jindal, Roman Saini,
Sanwar Mal Khokhar, John George, Harshit Garg, Piyush Kumar Sharma.
Standing in front L-R: Ankur Lather, Arushi Chaudhary, Neha Sachdeva, Varsha Mathews, Neethu M, Ruchira, Monica Khunger, Alkananda
Behera, Sarita Kumari, Devika Kir, Barun Bagga, Tejas Suri.
 8th SEMESTER

1st Row L-R: Aastha Gupta, Lakshmi Pakhath Menon, Sunita Suman, Shweta Shubhdarshini, Stuti Gupta, Richie Dalai
2nd Row L-R: Sahil Gupta, Pranaw Kumar, Arjun Gupta, Kaustav Majumdar, Anurag Chahal, Devanshu Bansal, Mrinaal Goyal, Aditya Gulia,
Hardik Sardana, Savinay Kapoor, Haneesh Domah, Abdul Hameed Rahimi, Keshav Bhandari, Naweed Latifi
 INTERNS

1st Row L-R: Dr. Deepika Nagar, Dr. Monika Priyadarshini, Dr. Elizabeth George, Dr. Aishwarya B. George, Dr. Sridevi Nair
2nd Row L-R: Dr. Akhil Parashar, Dr. Saumya Chopra, Dr. Wamique, Dr. Kuldeep Sharma, Dr. Lokesh Kumar Yadav, Dr. Jeetendra Meena, Dr.
Sushil Garg, Dr. Nitin Dhochak
 POST INTERNS

1st Row L-R: Dr. Riti Bhatia, Dr. Alisha Gupta, Dr. Japleen Kaur, Dr. Shubhangi, Dr. Kriti Puri, Dr. Abanti Das, Dr. Deepika Gupta,
2nd Row L-R: Dr. Tarun Baveja, Dr. Anand Venkat Raman, Dr. Nikhil Gupta & Dr. Anoop
 The Three BHANG-EAT-eers!!
Shweta Shubhdarshini
8th Semester

Here I am consious, alert and co-operative quoting a few excerpts from the saga of the three bhang-eat-
eers...
March 1, 2010 , the dawn whose dusk faded into nothingness for us. After innumerable "mummy ne mana
kiya hai ", "Paeds assessment hai..."and "kya fark padta hai yaar...dude , like chill!!" they decided to give it
a shot..,wait...it was not just one "shot" rather five big concentrated green shots!!
So, while they were mocking the quiescent power of tetrahyrocannabinol, it was silently conspiring
venegeance. Three shots were gulped down in ignorance and arrogance .If the DRC ( dose response
curve...you guessed it right...the bhang-eat-eers was still not over the "pharma" phase) was to be plotted on
them, the threshold was yet to come. One shot led to another and before they knew , they were retiring
towards their rooms dragging their unco-operative feet.
While two of the bhang-eat-eers managed to wipe off the impressions of the festivities ,one of them was still
donned in mud and an inpeccable pallete of yellow,red,blue. The missing colour was green which marked
its presence in the form of vomitus!! "Is it bilious vomiting or the holy leaves coming from my system?" (Can
you see what MBBS does to you! Even intoxication can't deter the inquisitive AIIMSONIAN from trying to
find out the nature of the vomit....
They had sudden transitions from the realm of reality to that of hallucinations. They held on to their pillows
lest the flew away with the wings of the spring. One of the bhang-eat-eers was having a spiritual
conversation with Stephany- the vampire (who is he anyway?) while the other kept muttering "Is it me
talking to you or I am just thinking that you are here and I am talking to you...why is this dog smiling....???"
Then came the phase of voracious appetite ( I mean it . One large pizza in 5 minutes and still asking for
more!!) While the three bhang-eat-eers were either oblivious or deblitated , their neighbours were busy
taking care of their hydration .This was followed by the hangover (the phase of caffeine, nimbu-pani and
NSAIDS) and gradually the subnormal merged into the normal
They swore ,"NEVER AGAIN"

DISCLAIMER : All the incidences mentioned above are purely fictious .Any resemblance to any person living
or dead is QUITE possible!!

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jax ladyu
 jaxeap
vk¡[k ew¡n lc d:¡ vuns[kkA
;g egkHkkjr ugha lqys[kkA
eu oafNr djuk pkgk ijarq]
izR;{k fLFkfr ls yxk gS /kks[kkA
lq[k&nq[k ckVk Fkk ijLij]
le{k [kM+s ns[kks eap ij]
;s pqukoh eqBHksM+ gS ,slh]
xkyh xykst pyrh fujarjA
uQjr Hkko mPpdksfV gSA
funZyh; rks iukSrh gSA
vkSj Lo;a nyksa esa ny gSa curs]
,slh jktuhfr dh fpeksVh gSA
lcdk viuk nke gS Hkb;kA
/ku /ku lrxq: t;rs lab;kA
ij eq>s ns ns cl]
rsjs lkFk fQj fd”ku dUgb;kA
loZ xq.k lEiUu nksukas nyA
MhVh,p yksdlHkk pSuyA
igys gksrh Fkh viuh cM+kbZ]
vktdy ^ikWiqyj fuxsfVo ,axy^A
u;k fjokt+ pyk gS FkIiM+ dkA
cM+s&cw<s+ lcdk xky pedkA
tuojh dk jksekapd jljax
“keZ dh lc lhek HkaxAA

vuqjkx pgy
vkBok¡ lsesLVj

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 v/kwjh dfork

iyVrs iUuksa esa ,d >yd lh Fkh

dqN vdsyh lh] dqN vyx lh Fkh
Hkkoksa esa dqN deh lh Fkh ------------
dgha&dgha dqN nwjh Fkh ---------------
dgha fdlh ,d dfo dh] oks ,d dfork v/kwjh FkhA
,d ,d 'kCn vc iz'u fpUg Fkk
D;ksa og dfo Lo;a ls bruk f[kUu Fkk
D;k dHkh fdlh vU;k; us mls bruk >d>ksjk Fkk
D;k Hkkouk ds cgko dks feyk ,d dkxt+ dksjk Fkk
D;ksa ugha cuk ik;k oks vius eu dh O;Fkk
D;ksa ,d vkfn ds ckn var uk ik ldh oks dFkk
dkxt+ ij fc[kjk gS ;s dqN jks"k
;k iy&iy cgrs vkalw vkSj vQlksl
,d v/kwjh iM+h dfork
,d fofp= igsyh
ouksa esa HkVdrh tSls dksbZ ckfydk vdsyh
,d lkal dh rjg] VwVh gq;h lh
,d yxke dh rjg] le; ds gkFkksa ls NwVh gq;h lh

dksey ijekj
NBk lsesLVj

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 lkjka'k
eS dkSu gw¡\ D;k ^eSa* dqN gS\ D;k ^eSa^ dk laca/k flQZ vgadkj ls gS\ fgUnh ds
bl NksVs ls 'kCn dk vFkZ le>us esa fdruh eqf'dy gks jgh gS! okLro esa ^eSa*
dqN ugha gSA vkRek ijekRek dk va'k gS & cl ;gh mldh igpku gSA
ej.kksijkar ,d izk.kh dh vkRek Hkxoku ds }kj ij xbZA mlls iwNk x;k ^^rqe
dkSu gks\** mlus viuk uke crk;kA mlls dgk x;k fd Hkxoku mls ugha
igpkurs gSaA mls cgqr vk'p;Z gqvkA mls rks yxrk Fkk fd mlus bZ'oj dk
cgqr dhrZu fd;k gS] fQj ;g dSls laHko gS fd os mls ugha igpkursA fujk'k
gksdj og vkRek pyh xbZA vxyh vkRek vkbZA mlls Hkh ogh iz'u fd;k
x;kA mldh HksaV lk{kkr~ Hkxoku ls gqbZA mlds }kjk fn;k x;k mÙkj tkuuk
pkgsaxs\ mlus dgk ^^Hkxou~! eSa vki gh dk va'k gw¡] ftls dqN le; ds fy,
vkius /kjrh ij Hkst fn;k FkkA eSa vkiesa fQj fey tkuk pkgrh gw¡A** okLro esa
vkRek vkSj ijekRek v}Sr gSaA 'kjhj fey tkus ij Hkh vkRek dk xq.k rks ogh
jgrk gSA vius thoudky esa ge fdruh gh ckj ;g rF; Hkwy tkrs gSa vkSj
ekxZ ls HkVd tkrs gSaA ;g lalkj ml ijekRekLo:i ds vkxs cgqr NksVk vkSj
fujFkZd gSA ge ckj ckj ;g Hkwy tkrs gSa fd gekjk y{; gS ijekRek esa fey
tkuk] thou&ej.k ds pØ ls eks{k] vFkkZr~ eqfDr] izkIr dj ysukA bl
Hkolkxj ls rkjus okys] gekjs vkfn vkSj var] ijekRek gSaA blfy, bl NksVs
ls thou esa ge tks dk;Z djsa] bZ'oj ds ijk;.k gksdj djsaA Jhen~Hkxon~xhrk
esa Jh Hkxoku dgrs gSa%
e¸;soso eu vk/kRLo ef; cqf)a fuoss'k;A
fuofl";fl e¸;soso vr Å/o± u la'k;%AA
vFkkZr~] ^eq>esa gh eu dks yxk] eq>esa gh cqf) dks yxk] blds mijkar rw eq>esa
gh fuokl djsxk & blesa dqN Hkh la'k; ugha gSA* mi;qZDr ckr dks

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vxj /;ku ls i<+k tk,] rks mlls ;g Hkh irk pyrk gS fd Hkxoku gesa
vklfDr ls nwj jgus dk rjhdk crk jgs gSaA tks Hkxoku dk gS] og bl lalkj
dk ugha gS] vkSj tks lalkj dk gS] og eksgtky esa Q¡ldj bl Hkolkxj esa
NViVkrk jgrk gSA bl ckr dks vdeZ.;rk ls ugha tksM+uk pkfg,A ge
fu%LokFkZ vkSj fufyZIr Hkko ls deZ djsa vkSj Qy dh bPNk u djsaA Hkxoku us
vH;kl] Kku vkSj /;ku ls Hkh Js.B LFkku fn;k gS lHkh deks± ds Qyks ds R;kx
dks] D;ksafd R;kx ls rRdky ije~ 'kkafr feyrh gSA
vuklfDr ls lacaf/kr gS leRoA leRo vFkkZr~ le Hkko & nq[k vkSj lq[k esa]
fuUnk vkSj Lrqfr esa] 'k=q vkSj fe= esa-----A le Hkko j[kus okyh vkRek ds fy,
'k=q dk vfLrRo ugha gksrk] mls lHkh izkf.k;ksa esa ijekRek ds n'kZu gksrs gSa vkSj
lHkh ls Lusg] fdarq vklfDr ;k eksg ughaA JhHkxoku us Jhen~Hkxon~xhrk ds
HkfDr;ksx esa vius HkDr ds dqN y{k.k crk, gSa%
;ks u â";fr u }sf"V u 'kkspfr u dk³~{kfrA
'kqHkk'kqHkifjR;kxh HkfDrekU;% l es fç;%AA
vFkkZr~] tks u gf"kZr gksrk gS] u }s"k djrk gS] u 'kksdxzflr gksrk gS] u dksbZ
dkeuk djrk gS] tks 'kqHk vkSj v'kqHk lHkh ckrksa dks ^R;kx* nsrk gS] ,slk HkDr
eq>s fiz; gSA thou esa vkus okys ^mrkj&p<+ko* leHkkoh vkRek ds fy, bZ'oj
ls iqu% fey tkuus ds ekxZ dk ,d NksVk lk lery jkLrk gksrs gSaA
ftlus gesa cuk;k gS] mlh ds ijk;.k gksdj leHkko ls Qy dh fpark fd,
fcuk deZ djsa vkSj HkfDrjl esa vius vkidks fHkxks nsa & blls gekjs thou dks
lkFkZdrk feysxhA

vfnfr eksgrk
vkWBok lsesLVj

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 bartkj

Fkds Fkds esjs uSu] uhan dk jkLrk ns[ksa]

;knsa bUgsa lrk,¡] dM+oh /kwy cudsA
dcls cSBh eSa rkjksa dks ?kwjrh jgrh]
vkSj rqe Fks Nk, B.Mh /kwi cudsA
jkr gks tk, rks uhan Hkh vk tk,]
exj psgjk rqEgkjk txk tk,
mtyk pk¡n cudsA
nwj gksdj rqe [kq'k gksrs rks pSu Hkh Fkk
ij rqEgkjh flfLd;k¡ pyh vk,¡ esjh lk¡l cuds
u jks;k djks] rqe dgrs Fks eq>ls]
vkt [kqn pys vk, [kkjk uhj cudsA
liuksa esa ugha dHkh lp esa vk tkuk]
;k lkFk eq>s ys tkuk]
;k Nk tkuk xgjh uhan cudsA

'kxqu pgy
pkSFkk lsesLVj

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 ÞcwansÞ
;s cwans cjl tkrh gSa
tkus D;k dg tkrh gSa
“khry djrh] Nydrh
eu dks VVksy tkrh gSa

eSa ru dks Hkhxk yw¡ buesa

eu Hkhxk&Hkhxk gS gh]
eSa [kqn dks Mqcksa yw¡ buesa
fny Mwck&Mwck gS ghA

bu ij ugha dksbZ cafn”k

dc vkrh dc tkrh gSa
ij esjs u;uksa dh /kkjsa
lge dj Fke tkrh gSaA

;s mM+rh /kwy ls feyds

lkSa/kh lh egd ykrh gSa
esjs u;uksa dh cwansa
;knksa dks lqyxkrh gSaA

cwansa rks Fke tk,axh

eSa jksd u ikš mudks
yEgsa tks cgrs x, gSa
eSa cka/k u ikbZ mudksA

“osrk “kqHkn”kZuh
vkWBok lsesLVj

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 my>u

my>h gq;h lh ,d Mksjk gw¡ eSa

f{kfrt ds ml ikj dk Nksj gw¡ eSa
mBrh gqbZ ?kVk dk ?ku?kksj gw¡ eSa
,d varghu jkr dh Hkksj gw¡ eSa
lc dqN tkurh gw¡ vius ckjs esa
blfy;s [kqn ls vatku jguk pkgrh gw¡
vFkZghu gks pqdh gw¡ vc eSa
blfy, dgha [kks tkuk pkgrh gw¡
vdsyh iM+ tkuk pkgrh gw¡
,d vtuch lalkj esa
thou dks ikruk pkgrh gw¡
,d var esa] ,d fojke esaA
my>h gq;h lh ,d Mksj gw¡ eSa ---------------
,d varghu jkr dh Hkksj gw¡ eSa -------------------

dksey ijekj
NBk lsesLVj

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 ;gh jkLrk gS
gs eu! ftl jkg ij rw fudy iM+k]
tc lkeus ns[kk catj gS]
rw ?kcjk;k] D;ksa u lkspk
blds vkxs ,d [kwclwjr eatj gSA

D;ksa Fkd x;k] gks x;k ijkLr]

D;ksa djs vHkh gh vkRe leiZ.k]
ugha ;s brus dfBu] tku ys]
vxj djs rw ifjJe viZ.kA

D;ksa le>s “k=q] ;s fe= gSa rsjs]

bl uk”k csyk ij in~&fpg~u cuk,xk]
yksxksa ds yx tk,axsa ?ksjs]
rw egku] vkn”kZ dgyk,xkA

viuh “kfDr dks ys igpku]

tks /klrk gS] dc clrk gS]
;gh lR; gS] rw ;s eku]
dfBu lgh] ;gh jkLrk gSA

“osrk “kqHkn”kZuh
vkWBok lsesLVj

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 fnO; vxzoky
f}rh; lsesLVj
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 ys[k----
njokts ij fdlh us nLrd nhA
^^[kqyk gSA**
nwljh rjQ ls vkokt vkbZ] ^^D;k\**
og >Yykdj cksyh] ^^[kqyk gSA**
^^D;k cksy jgh gS\**
^^vk jgh gw¡A**
vius vkl&ikl QSys dpjs esa ls jkLrk cukrs gq, 'kqHkh njokts rd xbZA vfnfr eksgrk
^^D;k gqvk\** D;ksa eq>s ijs'kku dj jgh gS\** f}rh; lsesLVj
^^Hkw[k yxh gSA**
^^eq>s [kkus vkbZ gS\**
^^ugha] rqe Lokfn"V ugha gks]** f[kyf[kykdj lkfjdk us dgkA
^^rsjk dejk rks eq>ls Hkh T;knk xank gks jgk gSA
fny [kq'k gks x;k ;g ns[kdjA
yksx lkQ lqFkjs dejs esa jgrs dSls gSa\**
^^rw [kkus vkbZ Fkh u] tYnh ls dqN ys vkSj tkA eq>s 'kkafr pkfg,A**
^^D;ksa] D;k gqvk\ vkSj brus lkjs dkxt+ t+ehu ij D;ksa iM+s gSa\**
^^,d if=dk ds fy, ys[k fy[kuk gSA le> esa ugha vk jgk fd D;k fy[kw¡A**
^^rks eq>ls iwN fy;k gksrkA eSa rks fopkjks dk HkaMkj gw¡A**
dqN lkspdj mlus dgk]
^^ek¡**
^^ek¡\ ysfdu muds ckjs esa D;k fy[kw¡\ ;g rks fuca/k ls Hkh cM+k gks tk,xk------vkSj fQj Hkh iwjk ugha
gksxkA ek¡ ds ckjs esa eSa vuqHko djrh gw¡] muls I;kj djrh gw¡] mUgs ;kn djrh gw¡] ---------- ysfdu
fy[kw¡axh D;k\ ugha] dksbZ vkSj fo"k; crkvksA**
FkksM+k vkSj lkspdj lkfjdk usa dgk] ^^dksbZ nq[kHkjh dfork fy[k nsA vktdy cgqr pyu esa gSA**
^^cgqr T+;knk pyu esa gSA nl esa ls lkr dfork,¡ eq>s nq[k vkSj my>u ds gh vkl&ikl e¡Mjkrh
gqbZ yxrh gSaA fcYdqy ughaA**
^^rks fQj ------------------ jktuhfrA**
'kqHkh dh ?kwjrh gqbZ ut+jsa ns[kdj lkfjdk us Qhdh lh eqLdqjkgV ns nhA
^^eSa [kk pqdhA pyrh gw¡A fdlh vkSj ls iwN ysukA**
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'kqHkh us viuh eEeh dks Q+ksu fd;kA
^^eEeh! ,d if=dk ds fy, dqN fy[kuk gSA vki fo"k; crkvks uA**
^^cSadks ds ckjs esa fy[kksA cSad gekjh bdksukWeh dh uhaoA cSadks ds fcuk ge vkt dh nqfu;k dh
dYiuk Hkh ugha dj ldrsA cSad-------------**
^^ysfdu eEeh] cSad esa vki dke djrh gSa] eSa ughaA eq>s cSadks dks ckjs esa bruk Kku ugha gS] vkSj
^'kks/k* gsrq le; Hkh ugha gSA**
^^rks fQj] rqe cSadks dh Vªsfuax ds ckjs esa fy[k ldrh gksA
esjk eryc gS fdlh Hkh laLFkk esa gksus okyh Vªsfuax ds ckjs esA Vªsfuax dSlh gksuh pkfg,] mlesa gesa
fdu ckrksa dk Kku gksuk pkfg,] ------------------------rqe le> jgh gks uA eq>s yxrk gS fd gekjh cSad
dh Vªsfuax esa izk;ksfxd f'k{kk T+;knk feyuh pkfg,] gS u] vkSj Vªsfuax esa---------------**
^^eEeh] D;k ge fdlh vkSj fo"k; ds ckjs esa lkspsa] ftlij eSa csgrj fy[k ldw¡\**
^^--------irk ugha--------- rqeus [kkuk [kk fy;k\ vkt dk fnu dSlk jgk\ vkt esa<+dokyk izSfDVdy
rks ugha Fkk\**
^^ugha eEeh vkt esa<+d ugha] jkr ds ckjg ct+ jgs gSa] rks [kkuk rks [kkuk rks eSusa [kk gh fy;k gksxk
uA
vPNk] Qksu j[krh gw¡A**
'kqHkh fQj lkspus yxhA
^^fdls Q+ksu d:¡ ---------------ikik\ ugha] os Hkh cSad esa dk;Zjr gSa] vkSj pkpk Hkh --------- -vkSj nknkth Hkh-
---ugha] dksbZ vkSj-------------- vf'ou\ vf'ou! vf'ou!!
vf'ou vkSj 'kqHkh Ldwy esa nloha rd lkFk i<+s FksA ckjgoha ds ckn vf'ou bathfu;fjax dh i<+kbZ
djus ds fy, eqacbZ pyk x;k] vkSj 'kqHkh fpfdRlk dh i<+kbZ ds fy, fnYyhA
ysfdu mudh nksLrh vkt Hkh mruh gh iDdh Fkh ftruh Ldwy ds fnuksa esaA
'kqHkh us vf'ou dks Q+ksu fd;kA
^^ueLrs ljth! dSls gSa vki\ gesa ;kn gh ugha djrsA vktdy i<+us&fy[kus yx x, gSa D;k\**
^^eSMeth] ,slk vkjksi ge ij u yxk,¡A oSls ijlksa esjk eSFl fDot+ gS] -----------vksg lqcg ds 1%00
ct jgs gSaA fQj rks dy gh gS!**
^^rks i<+ jgs gks\**
^^ugha! ge 6&7 nksLr feydj dEI;wVj ds fo:) 'krjat [ksy jgs gSaA [kSj] rqe lqukvks] dSls ;kn
fd;k\**
^^eq>s ,d if=dk ds fy, dqN fy[kuk gS] tks FkksM+k rkt+k gks] jkspd gks] ftls fy[kus esa eq>s Hkh
etk vk,A**
^^gekjs dkWyst esa rks lc gksLVy ykbQ+ ds ckjs esa fy[k jgs gSaA rqe Hkh ,slk gh dqN fy[k nksA**
^^vPNk] dksf'k'k djrh gw¡A vkWy n csLV! ck;!
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^^gksLVy esa esjk thou-------------- dgk¡ ls 'kq: d:¡----------- 'kq: esa--------- ugha------------ mlds vkxs----------
feM lse ,Dt+ke ----------- ugha ------------ vPNk mYVk lksprh gw¡A vkt eSus fQ+Ye ns[khA ;g vPNk gSA
dy -------- dy Hkh eSaus fQ+Ye ns[kh Fkh------vkSj-------- vjs ugha--------- ijlksa HkhA blls rks eSa ewoh fjO;w
gh fy[k nw¡A dqN vkSj----**
^^gSyks vf'ou! 'kqHkh cksy jgh gw¡A dksbZ vkSj fo"k; crkvksA**
^^vPNk] jktuhfr----------- gekjh Dykl ds ckjs esa fy[k nks! fdruh eLrh djrs Fks ge lc!**
^^vjs gk¡! ysfdu eq>s dqN ;knxkj iy crkvks] ftUgsa eSa 'kCnksa esa <ky ldw¡A
^^vPNk**
^^:d tk] eSa uksV~l ys ysrh gw¡A
^^ysDpj ns jgk gw¡ D;k\**
^^ugha] eq>s iwjk fo'okl gS fd ge yach fyLV cuk ysaxs] ^^g¡lrs gq, 'kqHkh usa dgkA vkSj vf'ou us
cksyuk 'kq: fd;k!
1½ ^^izkph eSe us d{kk esa tUefnu eukus ls euk dj fn;k Fkk] rks ge jkst ^xqM ekWfuZax* dh txg
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rhu&pkj ckj xk;k djrs FksA
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Deepak Kumar
2nd semester
 K.Abhilash
4th Semester

SOUNDS
Flutter of wings, Traffic and civilization
the wings of living, seem a far 'cry'.
not made of fuel. But, the infrequent plane
or car still manage
Flock of pigeons talk, to infiltrate the tranquil.
they gossip,
of the 'new intruder', Sound and its omnipresence
the crow or me. amazed me.
It is so undermined,
Small flies wander around, I now feel.
my face.
they sit and I wave them away. Not wanting to spoil the 'tranquil'
with flurry of thoughts,
I hear myself, I give it a rest.
breathing..
it has been so long, I, then, close my eyes, face the 'blue'
I realize. and hear it out.
I say, think, feel,
"Nature, I am all ears."

P.S: This poem is set against the background of ruins of western settlement area in Vasant Kunj,
New Delhi that I discovered during one of my purposeless drives around the neighbourhood. There
is a masjid close by called masjid sultan garhi where a flock of pigeons were pecking on grains.

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…this road to perdition.

If you asked me when I first started to doubt my

parents' master plan of sending me to this beautiful,
wonderful, hell-hole of a place, I'd say it was when I
was asked what the hell I thought of myself, on my
very first day here. Of course, it was a part of the
whole ragging extravaganza, so one wasn't
supposed to bother too much, but it struck me as
odd, considering that all I had done was tell my
name-A-S-L in true-blue yahoo messenger format,
and then politely ask a nice looking senior what
more I should be telling about myself; for which I
was lambasted brutally for a good five minutes,
ending with the prize-winning line of 'don't think
you are a hot-shot'... the lesson of the story being,
no, not that ragging is not people's true face, but
that one, DO NOT THINK YOU ARE A HOTSHOT, and two, nice-looking people are rarely nice, but
hey, you don't need to be told that, you're one of those people anyway…

Anyhow, having firmly ensconced the principle that thinking one's own blessed self to be a hotshot was
way beyond simply beyond unacceptable (the latter is still, under certain circumstances, sort of
acceptable), the next time I came to my senses was during the first exams we appeared for…oh no, I
wasn't always as deeply immersed in organic chemicals as you see me now, but, ooh philosophy alert!!
I like to call it the string theory, and remember it, for there will be plenty references to it during the rest of
my discourse...any shows, first year in college, or rather first year in any place with a little bit of
freedom, and one is a little giddy the first few months, all the freedom, the choices, the belated
realization that the freedom isn't quite there actually, the spirited attempt at rebellion, sometimes
successful rebellion, the option of calling parents for advice being absolutely blasphemous...one ends
up being pulled in a million directions, not knowing what to do, who to follow etc.. etc…and in all that
whirlpool, it is pretty easy to not just get lost, but also forget the fact that one is lost…till exams come
along to drag one out, gasping, into the sunlight, with a float nearby, an option to swim ashore, or just
let go and drown again..

'Talk to me about this x-ray', she asked me.

That seemed simple enough. 'Ma'am, this is a radiograph showing the wrist joint, the carpels, the..'

'OK, which side is this?'

Hey! that was an interesting looking ring on that hand, simple question, might as well answer it, while
simultaneously thinking about…

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‘Well, obviously, the left..'…and she cut me off and started to speak again, my, did she seem to like
hogging the talk even in a viva..

‘Aye aye, listen to me, young woman – nothing is obvious. And in case, you didn't get it the first time, let
me rub it in for you, nothing is obvious…'

"Of course", even as I uttered the word, I knew I was setting myself up for disaster…but did I bother to
change what I proposed to say? Oh no, for I was dying to find out what happened to a viva that one led
with such obvious hacks to one's own foot. I guess I could have apologized a little more audibly and
distinctly, but I was just so hooked by the scale of the dressing down she was giving me, it seemed too
good to ruin..

'…you are in a viva, you answer without displays of impudence or cheek, unless specifically asked for. I
am not standing here to listen to half-baked fresh-faced teenagers yak about obvious things to my face,
thinking they're hotshot doctors..'

I apologized a little more, she seemed to have taken it personally, but I guess by then she wasn't really
listening anyways…

'..do you think you are too smart for pre-clinical subjects? That you should graduate directly to cardiac
surgery? That on a mere touch of the scalpel you would know where to place each incision, which nerve
to avoid and how, what…'

That was the first time I very seriously questioned not just my parents' grand plan of sending me here,
but the really grand plan that they liked to call 'ME' as a whole…what sort of crazy child told an
examiner that the answer to the question was obvious? And in answer to that snide little remark of
yours, firstly, no, even stone drunk children do not say such things, secondly, I was not even pebble-
drunk, and thirdly, I have told you this fact at least once to my hazy recollection, probably a lot more in
real time, try and remember it, child, can't have everyone acting under influence here, can we?

This whole MBBS drama… a course I never wanted to be pursuing in the first place, cajoled and honey
talked by parents that a great revelation and a conversion to MBBS-ism was but in the offing, an entire
year and no sign of any patients, well, I guess I could blame the curriculum for that, a lot of theory and
reading, no sniff of some distant goal of eventually curing real illness, a heightened awareness of the
fact that I possessed an incredibly volatile and pleomorphic and hopelessly fickle mind which was
proving no help at all with adjustment, I was no closer to knowing what I was doing in life and to top it
all, I had teachers who didn't want to acknowledge apologies…was I really here to learn about
goodness and humanity?

an over-reacting 1st-sem student;

(not an uncommon site;
always a temporary phase!)

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MONK-ey Transformation
Tired of losing bits of myself
The core and the shore
Fighting, weeping in head, as I bled

Until the moment of blessing

The awakening…the birth
Of non-attached self, Bazinga!
Acceptance, I have flaws
Recognition of flakes
Letting it go flow freedom

A new paradigm, moulting

Magical perspective ever enchanting
Awareness of a new universe, hidden

Exploring the novel serenity, smoothness

The skin of a baby; youthful – alive
Found myself falling in love again

Sail away the shore, cling to the core

Let virtue ooze from pores, reform
It's all so gradual, goodness in store
The monkey is set to transform
Shedding away ego and yearning (e-y)
To discover the MONK within
Svami Orikrish
4th Semester
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 Terrace Culture
“Abey chalna, chatt par chalte hai!"

Every hosteler, in any college would have had these word being uttered
from his mouth and being engraved into the scriptures narrating
adventures of his hostel life. This culture was always present but was
taken to an all new level of popularity by movies such as 3 idiots, rang de
basanti and managed to permeate the lives of the less adventurous folk
too. That is when a new wave of people became party to the 'nouveau'
thing and enjoyed the 'surreal experience'! K.Abhilash
4th Semester
Rooftops are used for various purposes. Closer to the sky, the brilliant bird's eye view of the city,
under the stars and Zephyr (Greek god of wind) flying across your face lures you time and time
again to visit your terrace. People often sit there, chat, gossip, narrate stories, listen to music,
sleep or get high! Daredevils sit on the edge i.e. the parapet wall and wade their legs through the
nothingness that lies beneath them. There are always Raju (3 idiots) like people who may
summon courage to sit on the edge but there will always be people like Jindal (AIIMS) like people
to scare the shit out of them and make them repent taking the 'fearsome step'!

Here at AIIMS, 2 popular places feature, namely, 'INSTI chatt' and 'Hostel chatt'. Rooftop parties
are a huge hit among the students. Loud music, food (more often than frequent, from Mehfil),
spirits and wild dancing occupy center stage. Towards the fag end of the parties when people are
higher than they physically are, they cast a spell and bring down the shimmering stars down from
the sky, which hit the earth and transfigure into broken glass pieces. A spectacle worth witnessing
but not when caught in the process of spell-casting! Apart from the aforementioned style of
partying, Bar-bec-que parties are no less entertaining. When the cooked stuff disappears at a
rate greater than they appear, and people fight among themselves for the last piece, it is all great!

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However, many people obediently follow the dialogue from the 19-- Naseeruddin Shah, Satish
Kaushik starrer, 'Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro', "Thoda khane ka, thoda phenkne ka!" Bonfires may or may
not be clubbed with them.If present, wood from a broken (intentionally!) door/chair is used. Parties
are organised on the roofs of hostels where all liberties are present and exercised.

'Insti roof' on the other hand are used for hanging around and is a safe haven for couples. The
view from up there is too good to be missed. On one day each year, people throng the place in
numbers that the place doesn't witness any time of the year. That fateful day is generally Feb 4, the
day of elections. The day when guts roll and people feel the crunch while the votes are counted, they
embrace the solace of the insti roof. My encounter with the same happened on this fateful day last
year. Since then it has given me memories to last long... The only bummer being the fact that it is an
area beyond access after 2200hrs. We being us, have tried many times to give security the pink slip
but always being shooed away!

Anyways, it has become a 'memory maker' which i would want to relive in the pensieve of time!

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OBLIVION
All withered and drawn
He moans in agony
Squealing “maa” with every breath
Bones breaking intensely!

I shiver with him when

He doesn't have appetite
Anurag Chahal Collapses in the loo
8th Semester Regurgitating his last bite!

Hiding the tears beneath

With smile we face
Conjuring him to hear our plea
To return the grace!

I don't have a right

To frustrate and tumult
Being utterly oblivious
Of his afflicted state!

Few moments are light

Call it almighty's satire
Not often does he smile
The man in the clown attire!

I label him intransigent

When he doesn't comply
To my “logical” demands
Which seem stupendously high

All this while I didn't

But now I empathize
I won't be stubborn
Just smile and rise!!

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 Elections : The Other Side
-- Scribbled by a bereaving ex president hopeful who realized that winning is not everything and
that you can explain everything once you have lost the elections (esp. when your ego also hits the
rock-bottom)
--Addressed to the fresh blood/meat yet to hit the dark alleys of the hostel , where they will realize
that the cream of the country and the filth of the society are one and the same.
Dearest fachcha/fachchi, we your seniors, love you. We love you for the difference
your Single Vote makes and for the power of the collective franchise of the virgin batch that creates
winning sides. We love you for the fact that you will innocently use your right for whichever side
that wipes the slates of your mind clean of every last iota of ethics, ideology and principles and
instead emblazon the words "panel voting" and "core group" which would have been alien to you
until you stepped into Ansari Nagar.
I implore you to realize that there are certain things valued higher than your votes ,viz. your
integrity, innocence and friendship. To realize that you could be the
junior/friend/brother/sister/lover that we have been longing for; that at the end of five and a half
years here you would be leaving with enough cherishable memories and that the chaos you have
stepped into will become familiar territory.

To the juniors who have been with/on/over/into/against us.

We have tried to bribe, threaten, coax, scare, woo you and in the process made you biased
politically, racially, ethically, and gastronomically ! The axiom that you have to take a side has
been tattooed into everyone's mind. We have made some of you our minions and led you into
believing that whatever comes out of a senior's lips is holier than the Sermon on the Mount.
We (the 'we' being the seniors of yesterday, today and tomorrow) did, and will manipulate You.
And We proudly uphold the fact that all it takes to make You biased is a few white lies . If we could,
we would have jumped on to the ramparts of the hostels and made those lies our battle cries.
For our lies and sins , no apologies and tearful acceptance of the blame are in the offing; We don't
toss in our beds and no guilty chill runs down our spines

We did what we had to –our Karma. To assemble a bunch of supporters, you need more than
bucketsful of crystal clear logic or honesty. You need drama, the dramatis personae, the basest
emotions of the human self, the squirming of the stomach, the stories of the horrors perpetrated by
people, the sheer anger at the injustice and suffering. We have to keep you on a steady supply of
the illusions—the paradise that awaits you post-elections—the Maya.

To the rest who want to see all this in a lighter vein:

Elections are fun when you do their retrospective analysis (and especially if you have won).
It is not every day that you go into the ladies' hostel (where the estrogen suffocates you) and beg the
fairer sex for votes .

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And the contented feeling of being the cynosure of the institute (even if its brief)
The little victories that line the path to the eventual win or loss
The repercussions, the aftermaths;
The endless facebook verbal battery;
The trust people showed in you(often unexpectedly) and the respect you commanded.
The friends you made; and the ones you lost.(On second thought, were they ever?)
The influence you could wield on grey matter two years younger to you.
The bloopers.
The anticipation, the exhilaration and the unenviable depression.
The unmentionable ways of cajoling.
The counts, the miscounts.
And a lot more.

I confess that I have written this article primarily because I have lost .Had I won these words
would have never seen light. But I have not compromised their honesty. My intentions are
apolitical. But I have never been a diplomat and don't pirouette on a sword's edge.

Rahul R
6th semester.

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 This winter night
A soul's delight
There shines the moon hiding its face
Timeless beauty that ceases to fade
And draws me towards it
Despite this cold winter's night
Memories enter and leave the mind
As I bathe in the cold moonlight
The early winter wind has just begun to blow
And it makes my skin shiver
But I remain standing in this cold winter night
The wind is not as cold
As may be the winter lying ahead
When I may be frozen like a stone

The stars will continue to twinkle and glow

Or may lose their light for tomorrow who may know
The scent of the night hangs upon my breath
And it lulls me off to sleep again
Like the thousand nights gone before
The Dew
I may die this night in the cold
But I continue to bathe in the lovely moonlight
My stores may not suffice for the winter to come
Upon
I started to settle accounts and replenish my stores
Indeed there are duties to fulfill My Lashes
And promises to be kept
But this lovely winter night pulled me back
When I may turn cold and freeze like a stone

May I die like this

With my promise unfulfilled
And my breath frozen in the cold winter air?
With the rosy shadows of the waking dawn
A new hope seems to be born
To settle the accounts again
And replenish my half-filled stores
The stars have begun to fade away
And a new flame kindles with the rising morn
And sets my soul afire
My tent may have a bejewelled roof and walls adorned
My lovely home is far away Naaz Afreen
Where I have to go, however long the path may be. 2nd semester

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THE PAINTED VEIL
DR. ANUBHA RATHI

Everything, everyone
every sight, every smell
every man, every woman
has a story to tell....

Be it the pauper on the busy street

or the lady behind the windscreen
everyone's got a story
wrapped under the sheen...

Be it the flower that just bloomed

or the leaf that fell
everything has a story to tell...

His elated face

her innocent smile
his caring touch
her welled up eyes
behind each of them
a story lies...

A variety of thoughts
a myriad of emotions
each hiding a tale
so carefully hidden
behind countless veils...

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 The perfect imperfection
She was a very quiet girl who never spoke to anybody. She sat at the back of the class
and doodled on her notebook. Her favourite class was arts which she enjoyed much
and was very good at. Her paintings received lots of praise. However there was a
certain trait to them that amazed everybody. All her paintings had a blank space in
them which she surprisingly never seemed to fill in. When asked about it she just
smiled dismissively.

With time she became one of the most well known painters in her town. One day, a
huge competition was held around the country which called for the best painters
around to give in their paintings. She wasn't much interested in fame so she had called
off the idea. However all her friends and family persuaded her into it and finally she
gave in. She handed off her best paintings and hoped for the best. On the day of the
announcement of the winner, she was pretty much surprised that she had won it
because there were so many people who had done apparently better than her. As she
went to collect her reward, she silently asked the judge why he had chosen her
painting as a first. He said that he was very perplexed at her extraordinary way of
leaving out a gap unpainted and he asked the reason as to why it was done. To this
her answer was, "The reason for that is, that however much we appreciate the beauty
of something it can never be a perfect thing. We might praise a person for his or her
good looks, or conduct or intelligence but it must always be kept in mind that the
person is not perfect and can never be perfect. Hence my paintings though many like
them and praise them I have depicted that it is not a perfect work of art rather it is
imperfect and to show that I deliberately created that imperfection. Moreover the best
of relationships are based not on two people who are perfect but between two people
who learn when to overlook imperfection"
Misfaah Waseem
th
4 semester
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REGRET
I am standing,
somewhere,
not thinking.
I remember the time,
I did something wrong.
I wince,
I regret,
for the words spoken,
the actions done,
the 'misaimed arrow'.
The thought is not pleasant!
Oh! how it fills the mind!
how it terrorizes it,
one has no idea.
I wish & wish and wish,
for it to be undone.
I grimace,
knowing the futility of my wish.
The randomness around,
diverts my mind, transiently.
Fact remains,
i live with my regrets,
for the better or the worse!
K. Abhilash
4th Semester

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MY NEW ZODIAC SIGN

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So, through experience and trial-and-error, I have learnt to selectively read those "astrologers"
(more of English graduates with a flowery language and an entertaining imagination) who
always give me good predictions. Now, it did come as a shock to me when I woke up one
Sunday morning to find out I am no longer a Sagittarian (just like Penny, by the way). I was what
was being heralded as the thirteenth zodiac sign: Ophiuchus. Initially, I was terribly disturbed
as just like any other Earthling; I despise being rudely shoved out of my comfort zone. Anyway,
once the initial tremors subsided and I got down to researching, I found out what all the fuss was
about.
Ophiuchus (or Serpentarius as it was known to the Ancient Romans) had been discovered in
ancient times. Every couple of decades, there comes an astronomer, who decides that it is time
that some mischief be created, and spews out this stale controversy (which seems remarkably
fresh owing to the fleeting nature of public memory). The fact is that the night sky is no longer
what it was in 3000BC, when these signs belonging to Tropical (Sun Sign) astrology originated.
Due to something known as 'Precession of Equinoxes' which is way beyond my will to
comprehend, there is now this thirteenth constellation which enters into an agreement with our
own Sun during the course of the solar year.
Astronomers, and other scientifically inclined people have often mocked astrology, and I
daresay I would side with the astronomers on this one. So, while all those who are blessed with
the Sight, the divine eye, are trying to convince people that this is an empty threat from those less
lucky souls who just can't See, I have been busy converting Leos into Virgos and Aquarians into
Capricorns. The look on the faces of naïve Leos who learn that they can no longer roar like a
lion, and have been shifted to the feminine domain of virginal Virgo is absolutely priceless.
All that said, the part of me that partakes in the aforementioned wishful thinking does not really
mind being an Ophiuchus, not withstanding the fact that it does not know how this name is
pronounced. Ophiuchus is the sign of the healer. The snake which forms the part of the symbol
ascribed to this novel sun sign is actually the same as the one on the Rod of Asclepius, the
ultimate pictogram of our noble future profession. It also makes me "an interpreter of dreams",
so I may end up reading Freud after all! (Freud and I have been playing hide and seek for a long
time). So to all the Ophiuchuses in the world: We are the chasers of the stars! And we can speak
to each other in Parseltongue!

Tejas Suri
6th Semester

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Away With You ....
Lights have gone
The way is blocked
It's raining outside
I've no home to go
The clouds are rumbling overhead
The street is all waterlogged
I lost the last penny I had
The piece of bread has gone wet
My sobs are lost in the rain
I'm tired, my shoes are worn
But yet all I needed was to call Your name
And there You were
To take me away under Your umbrella
Over the clouds,
Away with You

Naaz Afreen
2nd semester.

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Dreams..ahh!So foolish of them
Beyond the world of mortals
In the land of shadowless wonder.
What secrets lie beneath 'em
No one can tear asunder.
How'er the things most weird and strange and horrid
Spake these words within my ear.
Far beyond the call of imagination
where angels and devils live
together in mutual co-ordination,
Where the high sky lies low
and the low land virtually flies.
The fifth dimension doth exist
with the sixth one widely in tow.
The spirit that roams and rules the land
Has a cloak, a hood, mist and
a wand in hand.
Where magic is commonplace
and the witches and hags
dance barefooted
with admirable grace.
There's no sorrow nor happiness either
Alka Nanda Behera
only fun, frolic, merry-making
6th semester. or perhaps ether.
Here the clothes are of the cat's body's wool
and the boots are of the leather of
the angriest bull.
The skunks have shops selling Paris' perfume
for the wonderful marriage of a
bride with her broom!
Hocus envies Pocus here,
while the topsy-turvy brothers
live in a straight house
with their straight sisters and mother.
Stranger is this world than the
strangest of all,
None else will know more of it
than them if at all.
If ever you want to know more of it
then just close your eyes,
And then think about it!

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Shining Stars
Pair of twinkling stars
all the universe you gather
in your shining attire,
lined by feathery dark night
studded on a face bright.
You build my dreams
and twinkle with delight.
When clouds are heavy,you flow like a stream.
From you my winged fancy takes flight,
to you return the smiles,the fears
and to you the frowns,anger clear.
Tiny vessels full of love,
you whisper what words cannot.
Mirrors of my mind,
Two dancing damsels,
You make the whole time wind
into small bunch of miles.
To you belong my dears
and to you they wander back
after long journeys in time,
steer into my thoughts,
like memories so fine With you I smile,
Shagun Chahal
I shy and cry you are my blessed black eyes 4th semester.

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LOOKING BACK AT THE GOLDEN JUBILEE
BATCH'S MBBS YEARS (2005-2010)
Dr. Anand Venkatraman

It feels really sick to be done with MBBS, especially if you're hanging around in AIIMS even after the
final December. I'm certain that at 12 midnight on the 31st of December, there occurs a steep, steep
drop in your testosterone levels if you are done with all your internship postings, no repeats. You feel
sort of like a dinosaur from a previous era, ambling through what once used to be your territory, but
that which has now fallen to some quicker, fleet-footed species. Everything looks different,
everything feels different, and you no longer have that arrogant swagger which clearly marks out
the undergraduates at this institute. Then, at the twilight of your AIIMS time, you, like everyone in
your batch, start to reflect on the long life you've lived, the hits, the misses, the general state of affairs
and all that.

It's fairly likely that every batch, upon its graduation, feels that the Institute isn't what it used to be in
the Good Old Days (a euphemism everybody uses for their first to seventh semester memories). That
the caliber of the facche isn't what it used to be before. That the drunken mob violence in Pulse isn't
what it used to be before. That the one-hour workday of internship isn't what the one-hour workday
of internship used to be before. I too am no exception to the rule, and I'm convinced there really has
been a massive change in UG life over the past five to ten years. I remember reading that throughout
history, people have criticized "modern" society for turning their juniors into vapid, self-absorbed
pansies who are pretty much incompetent at anything and everything, and I wish to carry on that
glorious tradition in this article. But in an attempt to be even-handed, I've mentioned the good stuff
as well – primarily relating to areas where we have maintained the ancient AIIMS way of life intact.
So, here goes.

The Not-So-Good
There is undeniably a lot to be desired in the direction we have taken in the last five years. The
rampant alcoholism (hehe), drug abuse (hehehe), commodification of women (hehehehe), and
disrespect for our Gurus (hahahahahahahaha), to name just a few. Like every self-respecting
AIIMSONIAN (of Membership Category 1b. Keeps us separate from the 1a members. Damn
riffraff), I lay most of the blame on the end of our annual monthly cycle. No, not menopause. I'm
referring to the hallowed proceedings that proceeded under the innocuous banner of "interaction"
during August every year. Until a couple of years ago, of course. August is now just one long stretch
of "raids" into the hostel to ferret out instances of prohibited behavior (the things We Do Not do,
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closed room. What with all the zeal exhibited by the powers-that-be in digging out the dirt, one
might be excused for thinking that the AIIMS hostel is the headquarters of some gang that specializes
in trafficking sex slaves and tiger skins. Things are so oppressive you can't even take a dump in
another wing's toilet without being questioned about your motives. You even start sympathizing with
Arundhati Roy when she goes on and on about the innocent Kashmiri terrorists having to suffer
under the brutality of a police state. Case in point - the incident involving the Bigg Boss on one of his
nightly August-ly thrusts into Hostel 3, that became notorious some time ago. On finding a girl in one
of the rooms, he says "Next time we find any girl students in the Gents' Hostel beyond 9 pm, we will
Nail Them!". Now this is just adding insult to injury. Not only can't we have girls in our rooms
whenever we please, he's also saying that we're incapable of nailing them on our own!

This Kaliyuga-related collapse of civilization and society has thrown up our own brand of Kalki-type
vigilantes, who want to create social revolutions in AIIMS to uphold and defend the Dharma. And
like every great revolutionary, their grandest accomplishments mostly relate to sticking inspiring
posters on every wall in sight. These days, your morning bowel movement is accomplished while
reading the latest updates on the plans of the Indian government to wring every last paisa from the
bleeding lips of the starving poor patients of AIIMS. The intellectuals behind these educational
posters call themselves the PMS Forum - although there are practically no women in their ranks.
Perhaps they realized that the handsome face of Che Guevara wasn't enough to attract attractive
chicks to their group, so they decided to show their solidarity with the XX-chromosomed in a much
more literal way. And while PMSing is a group activity now in AIIMS, there is also a one-man-army
who single-handedly puts up more posters and brings more business to the computer shop bhaiyya
and the Photostat guys than the SU, RDA and FAIIMS combined. I'm talking, of course, about the
Human Rescue Team (Number of members = 1.00). And, while we're on the subject of the Heroes
that every town needs, who can forget the Sporty Young Man, the one who loves the Diet Coke sold
at our G-store so much that he has been known to sit there with a Foley catheter inserted (so as not to
have to go away from that spot to pee). The Sporty Young Man is the embodiment of what Benjamin
Disraeli called "Splendid Isolation", sipping his zero-calorie drink, looking superciliously at us
lesser beings – lesser, since we have not attained the depth of insight into the mysteries of Rahmat the
G-store guy's life that the Sporty Young Man has. What with all the turmoil and changes of daily life,
the Sporty Young Man's unchanging presence at the same spot, in the same clothes, wearing the
same cap, every single day is a reassuring comfort - signifying that some things, like Diamonds, are
Forever.

The Still-Good
However, all this talk of civilizational decay is not to say that all is lost and that AIIMS life is now no
different from what we condescendingly call the "Periphery" (what a catastrophe that would be, if
there was nothing to set us awesome AIIMS studs apart from the backward Peripheral rustics in
MAMC, KEM, BHU, JIPMER etc etc… <Shudder>). In AIIMS, the glorious creative spirit of our

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ancestor Brahmagupta, who invented Zero, lives on and prospers. We still come up with copious
invented numbers in our vivas. Q: "What is the normal level of Sodium in blood?" A: "Hmmm…
96.5 milligrams per liter". Q: "How many colony-forming units per ml needed to diagnose
asymptomatic bacteriuria?" A: "19". And our extraordinary creativity is not just limited to numbers.
I still swell with pride when I recall the guy who confidently asserted in his Final Prof Paeds viva that
the ideal treatment for a malnourished infant who wasn't accepting orally was "I.V. milk".
And even if all attempts to retain academic supremacy fail, we still have Pulse. Who can forget all the
ego boosts we get even today from routinely harassing the delegates at the gates? And the by-proxy
feelings of machoness and virility you enjoy when hearing about the latest acts of violence
perpetrated by the 7th-sem batch's Hostel Goonda/Rowdy (who, in a daring act of what
Psychiatrists call Sublimation, always lands up becoming a fixture in the Security team). The victim is
generally some poor baboon from Safdarjung or UCMS or some other such exotic place. The
reason given is usually as flimsy as the Hostel Goonda/Rowdy's ego – "Daaru Peeke Ladkiyan
Chhed Raha Tha Saala!". That line is heard so often in those seven days, you begin to confuse it with
the Gayatri Mantra. Of course, the Hostel Goonda/Rowdy/Security-Secy-chamcha conveniently
forgets that half of us AIIMS UGs are doing the same thing as well (only half, because the other half is
sleeping off the booze/beatings/rejections from the previous night). The pull of the part of the
"righteous avenging warrior" is so powerful, some Hostel Goondas continue to volunteer as Pulse
Security long after their time has passed, which usually leads to amazed glances and whispers from
the juniors who wonder who this middle-aged uncle with a walkie-talkie is. The veteran Goonda
however interprets these glances as admiration of his awesomeness by the juniors, who cannot be
trusted with an important job like security. Never mind the fact that the campus is crawling with
policemen, who would probably devastate your ass in an eyeblink if you actually did something that
threatened their security.
To Sum Up
In conclusion, taking stock of the last five-odd years, I see a mixture of good and bad. I think the
dissolution of the strong bonds that used to bind earlier denizens of the hostels 1 to 5 (such as a
shared belief in life, liberty and the pursuit of lazy-ness, and shared activities like breaking hostel
property and throwing cats off the parapet wall) has led to a sort of moral crisis. Without the wisdom
of our seniors to guide us, we are unmoored and rudderless in the face of the rapid changes
affecting our hostel family. Therefore, as Gandhiji said so many times in our NCERT textbooks, I will
give you a Talisman. Whenever you are in doubt, or when the self becomes too much with you
(usually this happens the day before the Prof exams start, or when you've been caught by a
consultant for forging his signs in your logbook), apply the following test. Recall the face of the
biggest, stupidest Fag from the batch five years senior to you. Then, come to the realization that you
yourself are as much of a big, stupid Fag as he was. As it is said in the Mahavakya of the
Chandogya Upanishad, "Tat Tvam Asi" – Thou Art That! So if he can pass out and successfully
become a doctor from AIIMS, so can you. So dude, chill!

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A text book example of a devoted sardar, this
lad hails from Delhi. A rare personality with a
humble and helping nature, he is always
ready to help out friends. A good sportsman,
and is famous for his batting knocks in the
annual cricket tournament and his shots on
the tennis court as well. He is well
remembered for his stint as Vice-President of
Students Union. However stick a situation he
may get in, he never stops smiling. Having
passed his step with great score, he's
headed to the greener pastures of America
to pull in sacks of gold.
Dupinder Singh
a.k.a. Dupi
Hailing from Delhi, he represents the ever
expanding breed of Dipsites at AIIMS. A very
knowledgeable person, he would definitely
have been into an intellectual, if not at AIIMS.
He has also been an avid gamer during his
time here. He is the guy who has truly
enjoyed his time at AIIMS and never been
shy of innovating and refreshing. Only he
knows what the future has in store for him, but
it surely looks bright.
Gaurav Saraswat
Delhi
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A bright, young and smart guy from the
beautiful state of Himachal. An extremely
polite and good-natured person, he loves to
watch hindi movies, and has an up-to-date
collection of bollywood songs. Has a lot of
zeal and ambition in life, and enough brains
to make his dreams come true. Known for
well-organized notes on different topics
which were often in huge demand by
classmates. He impressed everyone by his
sheer consistency in studies round the year.
Wants to pursue Medicine in USA, has been
there twice already and headed for a great
career ahead.
Kartik Sehgal
Himachal
This lad from Delhi is always filled with an
amazing array of facts on a diverse selection
of topics. He is always a pleasure to talk to
and has managed to retain his very refined
personality unlike most people at AIIMS. He
is a huge sports fan, loves watching football
and basketball. He has also been a regular
member of numerous Pulse-winning AIIMS
basketball teams.
Abhishek Behera
Delhi

This guy from Indore is the perfect example
of a Mama's boy, not to mention immensely
popular with the members of the opposite
gender. He also happens to be a very helpful
friend and is a person who can always cheer
up a person who is down in the dumps. A
slightly eccentric personality, he is fun to
converse with. He has always been regular
with his studies and plans to take the PG
entrance exams.
Shuken Dashore
Indore
This gizmo wizard from Darbhanga has been
appropriately called the "Steve Jobs of
Linux", famous for being one of the few
connoisseurs of the aforementioned
operating system at AIIMS. He also has a
spiritual and thinking side to his personality,
not to mention has been a master of the
martial art, karate. He has always been ever
ready to lend an ear to junior and senior alike.
He hopes to make it big as a doctor in the
homeland.
Manish Mahavir
Darbhanga
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This bold and beautiful Punjabi kudi from Delhi
was desired by many a turbanned men when she
first arrived here, but was quick to fall for a
handsome Jaat. She beautified and brought life to
the sets of P-wave, for three years in a row with her
Props and Backdrops. A gifted artist, her work as
the Fine Arts Secy in Pulse 2008 was laudable. Her
penchant for perfection was evident in everything
she did, right from her resplendent Rangolis to her
legendary class notes (which are embellished with
her exclusive apparel designs). Academics was
her forte, and she aced all exams without having to
compromise on sleep or fun. She added another
feather to her cap by clearing the PG entrance in
the first go and has found her calling in
Ophthalmology.
Manpreet Kaur
Delhi
Anoop has always been a bit of an enigma - to his
classmates, to others, and maybe even to himself!
He is definitely the strong silent type, and easily the
most sincere student in the ground floor of hostel 1.
No one expected this reserved young man from
kapashera to become a rap music aficionado, but
that is precisely what Anoop Dogg is - and the
pounding beats coming out of his room have thrilled
many a security guard over the years. In the latter half
of his MBBS he delved into spirituality, hanging on to
every word of an assortment of gurus and teachers -
out of real interest, not just to gawk at girls. He put his
best in when he was elected unopposed as the
Gymkhana Secy in 2008, just as he always did on the
volleyball court. His continuous hard work paid off
when he cracked the AIIMS PG on his first try, taking
a seat in ENT.
Anoop Singh
Delhi

This guy from the lovely island of Mauritius is
a person known for his sincere and no-
nonsense attitude. Always a helpful friend,
he has been the person to go to for advice for
many people during his stay at the institute.
He is a part of the football gang from his class
and can be seen watching/playing soccer in
the evenings. He hopes to pursue his further
studies in the USA.
Naresh Bumma
Mauritius
Our gentle friend from the Capital, he is a
photographer par excellence and his clicks
have made our Facebook homepages
brighter for a very long time now. He is
perhaps the most apt for the title of "Tom Ang
of AIIMS" and his photographs have featured
in numerous places including the Hybrid
Hues 2010-11 Calendar. This ever young at
heart guy is all set to cross the seven seas
and make a name for himself in America.
Soubhagya Sagar Behera
Delhi
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The girl with the starry smile and dreamy
eyes hailing from mallu land, a chatterbox
with her long stories for those close to her
and an excellent listener to anything you
have to say, she might be a little too deep to
understand with her own version of "the
chaos theory" and other theories of the like.
She wowed the AIIMS crowd with one of her
'unfortunately rare' performances, a vibrant
fusion dance piece in Infest 2007.A trained
bharatnatyam dancer, a gifted artist, an avid
reader,a great cook in the making and a true
gem at heart, she is headed to the foreign
shores.
Beth Vettiyil
Ontario, Canada
With as much ease as a duck takes to backwaters
of his homeland, the incumbent 'godfather to the
burgeoning mallu syndicate' finessed into that
role. Gathering more clout, with the influx of more
and more mallu juniors, this music loving, guitar
playing, witty lad also created a reputation with his
footballing feats. This guy seems not to have
endured a single dull moment during his UG life
despite his spite for lectures. Lady luck seemed to
elude him until one day this fair maiden waltzed
into his life and made an offer he just couldn't
refuse. If karma is indeed a bitch his insatiable
appetite for seafood will surely catch up with him
one day when, at a ripe old age, he finally sleeps
with the fishes. So long padre!
Vinnyfred Vincent
Kerala

Adopted the aphorism 'truth is stranger than
fiction' as his life's philosophy, hence embraced
fiction and sought truth in it. Known for having a
huge liking for Japanese anime, science fiction
and fantasy movies, he loved collecting posters of
cute Hollywood actresses and singers, the
emphasis being cute, whom he considered the
next best thing to the charming maidens of his
favorite anime with their flawless skin and crooning
voice. You would almost get the feeling he was
living in the never-never land. You cant help but
admire his stoic temperament and his willingness
to help people, letting his aggressive alterego
sublimate into those scorching right footed shots
that has made many a keepers hands sting in the
football field.
Ankit Mittal
Kurukshetra
Originally from Delhi, this guy with his
prominent husky voice has been one of the
brilliant guitar players who have graced the
institute. He is also known for his wonderful
taste in music. He has a multitalented
personality; he enjoys playing Chess and is
really good at it too. He has been one of the
very few AIIMS graduates to have picked up
a seat in Medicine at AIIMS at his very first
attempt in the post 2002 era.
Vineet Govinda Gupta
Delhi
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Some of us will remember her for her unyielding
determination during the Youth for Equality
movement, some will remember her for her
commendable innings as the Girls Hostel Secy,
many others will remember her for the wonderful
person and friend that she is… But one thing is for
sure, this girl from Kanpur will live on in our hearts for
years to come. One of the few girls to be politically
aware in the true sense, she proved her prowess as
an administrator and organizer in Pulse 2008 where
she held the post of the CR Secy. And though her
name never appeared in the credits for P-waves,
many a P-wave Secys would vouch for her as an
invaluable asset for her contribution to varied
domains ranging from music to costumes. With a
strong emotion for serving her motherland this girl
aspires to do a residency in India and is currently
preparing for the same.
Deepika Gupta
a.k.a. Moti, Deepi
Kanpur
With a twinkle in her eyes and spring at her feet, this
girl from Faridabad has graced many a P waves with
poise and flare. A core P-wave enthusiast at heart,
she perfectly embodied the role of the new 'Mrs.de
Winter' in P-Wave 2008. Be it a feisty game at the
basketball court or endless hours at the P-Wave
practices- this girl is all about energy. Multitasking
being her forte and with a heart of gold, she often
ends up doing her friends' share too. She got 'netted'
in the court by a senior of complementary stature,
who was spellbound by her innocent charm. It is said
for many, but anyone who has known her knows how
truly she epitomizes the spirit of selflessness and
generosity. With a newly discovered talent in writing,
she seems to leave fewer arenas to be explored. It is
true that the best gifts come in small packages- and
the OBGYN dudes in the US will soon know why.
Isha Wadhawan
Faridabad
This charming guy from Manali is a gem of a
person. Believes the world is his oyster and
spent the UG life clammed up in his shell/room
playing counter strike, call of duty and Diablo
the way they should be played; loud and well
menacingly louder. His fascination for Japanese
anime and horror movies almost made his room
into a Japanese cultural hub minus the kimono
and geishas where a niche audience gathered,
savoring the vicarious thrill of anime shows. A
geek by no means, he has a knack for mastering
every sport he has ventured into and eschewed
basketball, his first love, for the best sport in the
world, football and carved a niche in the AIIMS
football team.
Adarsh Shashni
Manali
Now this is a tricky one. Ruggedly handsome,
temperamental and with a raspy voice to boot,
this football loving lad from Nepal would put his
business end in the backburner and melt at the
drop of a hat when a pretty damsel is around.
endearingly vain about his looks and voice, he
loves spending time in front of the mirror and
often humming nepali songs with his not so
easy-on-the-ears throaty tenor. A true-blue fan
of Chelsea FC and Lampard. His looks and
chivalry have invited overtures from many a
damsel back home but he remains stubbornly
elusive as he waits for 'the special one' and no it
isnt José Mourinho that I am talking about.
Sampanna
Nepal
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Purely entertaining, very good looking and with
the most horrible collection of sweaters
possible, TB set forth to spread his charm in the
world with his enormous appetite (16 subway 6"
in a first year treat, phew). His megaloud laugh
has woken many a sound sleeper in hostel 4
even if he wasnt in hostel 4. Be it
Brazilian/Colombian babes or Fash models, our
Baweja was always at it. One of the most
complete cricketers with an awesome
technique, great wicketkeeping and an
unreadable wrong 'un. After rocking the MLE,
he's all set for a career abroad in Medicine. Not
to forget his contribution to the Twisted Films.
Tarun Baweja
Baweja, TB, T1/T2
Believe's himself to be the best cricketing
talent of his batch but says he's too lazy to
show off! A guy loved and respected by all but
sometimes gets on your nerves with his
childish behaviour (baveja says retarded :P ).
This little dynamo has a long history with
women and is on the prowl right now. The
goofy smile that always lurks on his face
manages to cheer you up no matter how low
you are feeling .Great guy to go for advice
,gossip and food. He continues the tradition of
"Ludhiana " guys not speaking punjabi.
Currently studying for Step 2 and plans to
pursue medicine in the land of fries and
hamburgers..
Aatish Garg
Ludhiana
With flirting his hobby and sports his passion, this
“full of life” Indonesian lit up many a parties and
fests with his knack of pulling people's legs. He
was as adept at football as he was at passing
funny comments in the auditorium. Always cool
under pressure, he was often seen instilling
confidence in the juniors before an exam. Self
confessed foodie, he can very well write detailed
accounts of all the restaurants around of all
AIIMS. To catch a match or share a bite, one was
always welcome to his room. He is working
towards an AIIMS PG seat.
Roshan Lalmalani
a.k.a. Lalmalani, Rashmi
Never the one to ruffle anybody's feathers, this
soft spoken extremely helpful lad from Jaipur
maintained amiable relation with all and
sundry. Nestled comfortably in his room during
the usual madness, this "goalie" would be the
first one to hop on the football field in the
evening. Not many know, he is an excellent
cook besides being a sports enthusiast.
Staying in India, this gentleman has decided to
put his calm and placid nature to good use by
aiming for a surgery seat.
Daneshwar
a.k.a. Danu
Jaipur
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If this Punjabi munda has to be described in one line, it
will be this one by one of his many admirers, "brainy
without question with a dash of humility and a peck of
mischief". It is difficult to find things that he isn't
passionate about and equally good if not better at. He
is passionate about cricket, volleyball, music,
chicken, airplanes and the list goes on. A brilliant
observer and possessor of an inquisitive mind and an
enviable knowledge base, he has a knack of coming
up with brilliant solutions to common problems. An
erstwhile P-wave hero, he is someone who is known to
make a lasting first impression. A 4 am friend to many
of us, he is a really good listener but with always a
sermon up his sleeve. With those astounding USMLE
scores, no one expects him not to do his residency
and fellowship in USA; but he is set to return to India.
Zubin Arora
Delhi
Our very own “JAPS” hails from the holy city of
amritsar.With typical Punjaban looks a real sikh at
heart,she is true to her name -a regular visitor to
gurudwara.This anatomy gold medalist is superb
artist be it painting or crafts or dance.She rocked
many hearts as P wave lead in 2006 and was
phenomenal in organizing socio cultural events in
pulse 2008 .Her 'thappad maro' look as they say
refrained many a guys approaching her helping the
lucky one out.Recently she blasted the pg entrance
grabbing rank 3rd and rank 20 in pgi and aiims
respectively.She preferred to reenter the institute at
the same rank she came in as ug and currently
pursuing one of the toughest branch working with the
most difficult people in OBG…And most of us know
that the girl is almost always right!!!!
Japleen Kaur
Amritsar

This handsome guy from UP showed his mettle
almost in every field. Be it in the game of table
tennis or establishing new standards for future
Socio Cultural Secretaries or being famous in
Hostel number 10. He is also known for giving
lavish treats to juniors. May God bless him!!Also
known as a walking Harrisson,Ghai and
Bailey(all combined) he has been a constant
help to juniors and seniors alike if they wanted to
know the answers of the most mind boggling
question or to get their books marked.Having
topped the DPMT he maintained his
excellence in academics and is currently
pursuing Surgery at AIIMS.
Aditya Prakash Sharma
a.k.a. APS
UP
This handsome dude comes from the land of
warriors (Jodhpur, Rajasthan). He is a quiet,
peaceful and spiritual person. But never dare
get on his nerves, you will have to pay the price.
He is an excellent athlete and has played for
AIIMS football team. He is a die-hard fan of Pink
Floyd and Lord of the Rings and loves to paint
and sketch. Loves travelling and visiting
historical places (Old Delhi being his favorite
haunt). A caring and kindhearted human being
(rare to find species), he is certainly an asset to
his friends. Believing in hard work and
dedication, he is currently preparing for
pursuing PG in India.
Gaurav Kr. Bamnavat
a.k.a. Bammu, Bagira
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If you knew this Kurukshetra boy then you would
probably understand his nickname too. Being one
of the most of amiable guys to hang out with, he
struck the right cord with people of both sexes .
You could not stop laughing when you are around
him. As the Finance Secretary of his batch he
proved that honesty still exists in world. He would
even help his juniors in their studies even during his
crucial time. The list of his qualities is endless but
his most appreciable quality was that he never let
this list go to his head. A very down to earth person
but vision at the sky he achieved what few could
only wish for. He cracked his proffs (gold medal in
Micobiology), got an awesome rank in AIIMS PG
entrance exam and got a more wonderful seat in
PGI Chandigarh where he is currently pursuing
Medicine. May he achieve more new heights.
Mayank Singhal
a.k.a. Monkey
Love her or hate her you just cant ignore this lovely
lass from Chandigarh--with “indomitable” for a middle
name --who manages to sashay down the tightrope
between beauty and brains(whilst wearing her
vertiginously high heels, a task most arduous). A
straight As student throughout, a published author,a
consummate danseuse classique ,the magazine
editor of one of the most entertaining albeit
controversial issues of Hybrid Hues ever,a sure-
handed tennis player and the patron saint of Slice of
Italy, this go-getter girl has only begun to discover the
extent of her immense talent .Her sharp as a tack wit
and a diction which could teach the queen a thing or
two about “la langue anglaise” make her one of Indian
literati's best kept secrets. Having decided early on
upon a residency in Pediatrics in Uncle Sam's land,
she is sure to encounter success in whichever avenue
she chooses to pursue!Cheers!
Kriti Puri
Chandigarh

Where else could a guy well known for his
'fighting spirit', 'fighting' and 'spirit' be born if
not for the land of great war of Mahabharta,
'kurukshetra'. He is one of the few people who
have this rare distinction of getting an adjective
sounding similar to Gandhi but quite contrary in
meaning, solely reserved for him. An ambitious
guy with business in his mind but no money in
the pocket, he is all set to take the business
world by storm.
Gandharv Goyal
Kurukshetra
His forthcoming autobiography 'the
argumentative indian' will surely throw some
light on him, but till its out, lets stick to the
dictum 'Never argue with venky if you have
time, never argue with venky if he has time'.
One of the rare guys with excellent English
and nice sense of humor, he has broken
many hearts of the girls from nearby medical
college. A regular visitor of CCDs and Barista,
he can be found working hard on his project,
USMLE, paper and I phone, all at the same
time. He is leaving for USA to pursue either
neurology or neuroscience.
Anand Venkataramanan
a.k.a. VENKY
Chennai
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1 Cherian= ?
A unit of measurement for the Golden Jubilee Batch of
AIIMS? A mystical black figure of South Indian origin with
no second name? The best vicarious-pleasure-simulator
(read naughty storyteller) AIIMS had seen in a long time?
A "vivid" magazine supplier for the entire DPS hostel
community? A prodigy who supposedly figured out the
spring equation on his own playing with his pen's spring
because the physics lecture was too boring? A dude who
talked to no girl but about whom every girl wanted to
know: "Who IS this stud?"? The inventor of the institute
flag? A gizmo freak? A in-hostel PC repairman? A Chief
Co-ordinator who made enough money in one Pulse to
finance the first superbike in AIIMS (a Yamaha), a Honda,
a Swift, plenty of smartphones and god-knows-what-else
AND was still able to pull off probably the best Pulse since
Dr Ajaypal and definitely hence 2008, and the best Pulse
treat since 04 (but for a recent one- U know what Papa's
talkin' bout!) [ Man! What have been other CC's doing!! ] ?
Well, Go Figure !
Cherian
UP
This Haryanavi bloke's academic
acheivements hardly need any mention. Let's
just leave it at the fact that he won both Institute
and DMC medals for the Best graduate of the
year 2010. Fondly known as Dr. D, his side-
splitting fattas have enlivened many a
gathering, and profound wisdom (especially in
marking books for exams) has won many an
admirer. After all, not many can boast of having
a dedicated and loyal fanclub named after
them. His ability to bring to the table, an
unmatched sophistication and rustic 'Jat'ness
at the same time sets him apart from the rest.
Hardly a surprise to any, he has decided to
stay in India.
Aditya Dahiya
a.k.a. Dr. D, "D"-man
Haryana
 Spotted in the evenings with a flowing long hair
sipping chai in front of Mess 5, this eligible
bachelor hails from the Himalayan country of
Nepal. Not only is he feared all over south Delhi
for his striking abilities on the football field, he
also has the distinction of being once chased
by an entire losing football team. With his
vibrant social background, he holds the most
happening cross-cultural parties on your
rooftop. He is deciding to take up Orthopedics
in AIIMS and go back to his mountainous
paradise where he wants to marry a strict
virgin. We wish him all the best in that and for all
his future endeavors.
Rishi Ram Poudel
Nepal
This reserved guy from Varanasi is seldom seen
beyond the confines of his room. He likes listening to
music and surfing the net and is a great chess player.
He is currently aspiring for a pg seat.
Vishnu Prabhakar
Varanasi
This handsome guy from Jaipur, initially
extinct but now re-emerging in the jungles of
AIIMS. Has a lot of enthusiasm and zest in his
life. He seldom steps out of his confines and
has a fetish for cold drinks ( as he says " there
is too much of blood in my coke !!"). With his
hard work he cracked pg in one go and
bagged a neurosurgery seat. We wish him
luck in his field.
Anil Kothiwala
a.k.a Neil
Rajasthan
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This pretty damsel from Punjab is perfection
personified. A straight A's student , there hasn't
been a viva where she hasn't raised the
expectations of the examiner from others in line.
You ask it, she knows it. Intensely spiritual, she
also has an ardor for writing and dancing and
has graced many a pwaves and infests with her
presence. A Hard core cake-a-holic , she is a
regular visitor to uncle ji's shop. Doesn't miss a
show of Kitni mohabbat hai and the likes ,
dreamer that she is , has found the love of her life
in an equally charming guy. Always a patient
listener to her friends, she is full of fundas of life.
With her dedication she cracked AIIMS PG in
one go and is currently doing residency in OBG.
Aditi Mahajan
a.k.a "adi"
Amritsar
A chilled-out atypical baniya from Panchkula, he
surely likes to keep things simple. Gem of a person,
he'd go out of his way to help a friend in need. He has
keen interest in political and international affairs.
He could be found partying like crazy one night and
teaching orphan street kids with unmatched
dedication the next day! Though laid-back, he never
failed a responsibility entrusted. Which is why his
batch mates made him unanimous CR for years!
Loves to watch alternative cinema but is a Hitchcock
fan! His genius also lies in starting and maintaining
interesting night-long discussions with friends.
An amazing counselor gifted with an ability to listen
calmly and give terse practical advice, he wants to
become a Psychiatrist and cure mad-cow disease!
Failing that, he'd probably pick up a gun and start a
revolution!
ANKIT GUPTA, a.k.a Guptae,
Guptajee, Gupts
Panchkula
This young lad from Faridabad is well known for
the vast sea of knowledge he has stored in his
head. A reference book for his batchmates ,he is
real fun to be around during postings. He is also
a huge fan of TT and video games.He is an great
chess player and epitomizes sincerity and
modesty. He has decided to stay in his
motherland. We sure need people like him.
Prashant Gupta
Faridabad
Slim boy from mallu land,but speaks hindi
fluently as he has been to 3 different states.His
interests include doing research projects,
painting and badminton.Always there for you in
times of need,this guy helps others
selflessly.Has a habit of taking books to viva
halls and takes excess tension during exams.
Well known for his case presentations during
postings and was a very hard working
intern.After a brief dilemma whether to go
abroad or stay in India,has decided to serve
his motherland.Presently working for a pg seat
in medicine,paeds or psychiatry.
Ejas P. Bava
Kerala
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This guy from the land of Thunder Dragon is
admired for his down-to-earth
nature.Always a helping hand for those in
need , he is an amazing friend. At the same
time he is gifted with extraordinary fighting
skills which repells those with any evil
intention. He has gone back to serve his
people. We wish him good luck.
Dawa Tshering
Bhutan
Hailing from the beautiful valley of
Dehradoon,this smart and friendly guy always
remains cool. A.k.a. 'DON',he is a great friend to
those who know him well and is always there for
you in times of need.His hobbies include
Gyming,watching movies, music collection,
computer games and is a complete
shopaholic.His new interest is in 'sher o shayari'.
A hygeine freak himself,his room meets the BSL
level 4 cleanliness recomendations. A good
conversationist,you can never be depressed
when he is around.He has an uncanny knack of
scoring high in exams with very less effort.
Presently working for a pg seat at AIIMS,he is
sure to win hearts.
Sudhir Bhimaniya
Dehradun

This kanhaiya from Siwan has charmed many a
gopis form across the world, as is evidenced by
the collection of souvenirs in his room. However,
he has now settled on a pretty lass from
Chandigarh. His musical talents have
mesmerized the audience throughout the years
be it tabla, flute, harmonium or playback music
for TFs. He pulled off a successful Pulse '08 as
the SU President aided by his marvelous ability
to get things done, be it by cajoling, bihari
jugaad or continuous pestering. He will
continue to entangle hearts in his pursuit of
Cardiology in the US.
Suwen Kumar
a.k.a. Govt. of India, Suwi
This tall strapping young man is a native of rajasthan.
One of the enthusiastic football player of the batch he
is usually seen in the playgroung. An excellent
connoisseur of fine food' he also enjoys old hindi songs
and playing poker. Currently working towards a PG
seat, this guy will warm hearts wherever he goes.
Rajesh
Rajasthan
This shy guy from Rajasthan is a dependable
friend and intensely hard working.
This down-to-earth guy is mostly spotted in
his room or with some very few close ones. We
wish him good luck in his endeavors.
Rajaram Meena
Rajasthan
158
This DPS RKP Product is a pro at cracking bad
fattas interspersed with whacky one-liners that
hit the target, oh so sharply! His instant wit and
impromptu entertaining ability led him to the title
of Pulse '09; however, the same streak has also
had him dragged off the stage in some
'un'memorable TFs aided by slippers of all
sizes. A die 'hard' rock fan, he can be seen
head banging in the wee hours of many a
MRCs. This tech savvy guy is never found
without his multiple gadgets. A good footballer
and an even better football fan, this poet-cum-
writer is never short of versatility. He has now
steered his course into the world of
Management.
Nikhil Gupta
a.k.a. Nikvana,
Gupta
This shy guy from Bhopal is known to excel
in all his endeavors. He is the face of his
team's bowling attack and the "Terry" of his
football team. He is going to be a very fine
Forensic analyst.
Hansraj
a.k.a Phodu
Bhopal

Vijaypal Singh, fondly known as Chamkilla due
to his nascent love for the punjabi "folk" singer
Amar Singh Chamkilla, belongs to Jagraon,a
small town in punjab. His transition has seen
him turning into a skillfull guitarist and a Dj, but
stays a true "funjabi" to the core. A talented
cricketing enthusiast,really fond of his own
batting, yuvraj singh being a close second.The
special talent lies in winning, pursuing,stalking
and sometimes annoying the fairer sex. He is
the last name in legacy of AIIMSONian MRC
secys having rocked the nights of PULSE
2007.Presently preparing for PG entrance,
aspires to be an Orthopedician.
Vijaypal Singh
Punjab
The quintessential Punjab di kudi, this fair lass
from Patiala is one of the most popular
members of her batch, having set many a
hearts a flutter throughout the ranks of seniority
in the AIIMS establishment. Throughout the five
and a half years, the exact colour of her eyes
has remained as big a mystery as the nature of
her favourite cuisine, and the source of her
expertise at the art of Punjabi fattas. Apart from
being the wisest 'Wise Person' at the
conventions of gossip and masala, she is an
outstanding mimic, an accomplished keyboard
player, and a Bollywood maniac, having proven
her mettle as a match-winner for any Antakshari
team at any time. She has decided to stay back
in India and serve her motherland.
Riti Bhatia
Punjab
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May his soul rest in peace!! Balmukund left us for
heaven last year but his memories are still cherished.
The skinny young lad from remote village Kundeshwar
of Madhya Pradesh came to metropolis of New Delhi in
2004 to make his parents proud. Though being shy
and eccentric, he developed a close group of friends.
His room was a nucleus of activity for the group. He
loved cracking jokes, having long discussions and
was well acclaimed for his “deadly phattas”. He was
an excellent swimmer and worked as Swimming Secy
in Pulse 2005. He also had flair of writing Hindi poetry
(which truly reflected his inner thoughts). A trustworthy
friend and a compassionate human being, he touched
many of our lives. While struggling with various
personal and academic problems, he was always
joyful and geared up for new things in life. His friends
must forever remember the moments shared with him
during Trips to Shimla and Auli. With heavy heart and
guilt, I remember my friend Balu.
Bal Mukund Bharti
(fondly remembered as Balu )
24th April 1986 – 3rd March 2010
Looks can be deceiving, as this fair lady from the
ancient land of Kurukshetra, proved well and good.
This academic magnefiosa was a topper all through,
starting from the AIIMS entrance exam, displaying all
the standard features of a high achiever, namely
intricate viva dissection, agony over missed
punctuation, and a morbidly unrealistic fear of failing.
This would-be astronomer and moon-gazer has a
special penchant for the great outdoors, adventurous
treks and long walks down winding lanes in the cradles
of nature. She also harbours a great love for the
creative arts of reading and writing, and, unknown to
many, can shake quite a leg! Her diminutive stature
and seemingly subdued tones belie a strong
personality, as the many characters of the movie of the
final two years of her MBBS and the entire Department
of Anesthesiology would gladly agree. A self-stated
confused personality, she is set (atleast for the moment
;P) for a highly academic residency in Anesthesia at
AIIMS, cheers to her.
Shubhangi
Kurukshetra

Very rarely will you catch dada without his
beaming face and pleasantly rhetorical one-
liners. His ingratiating manner and
compassionate self stood him in good stead
when it came to making friends and his friend
network included people from every walk of
life you have at AIIMS. An avid sports fan, he
endorsed only the best, and often professed
his love by adorning his door with centerfolds
of marquee players of almost every sport
there is. However he never let his academics
take a backseat and is on course to clearing
the PG entrance exams
Y K Subhash
Kolkata
This winsome lady from Rohtak is as famous
among her peers and colleagues as among the
faculty at AIIMS for being a true 'gem'. Her
impeccable handwriting and meticulous notes
have saved many a soul at the gallows of
examinations. Her elegant dance, discovered
on the stage of AIIMS itself has been an integral
part of several P-waves and Choreos. Her
absolutely natural talent in the very competitive
fields of poor jokes, very poor jokes and
unimaginably torturously poor jokes has been
recognized far and wide, as has her skill in
badminton. A fiercely loyal friend, she has
decided to serve her motherland, and will be
pursuing higher studies in India.
Swati Sirohiwal
Rohtak
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This Bengali beauty from Bongaigaon is the
leading contender for the title of the most
effervescent and popular senior at AIIMS. Her
grace and perfection on the stage have been
the highlights of several successive P-Waves
and choreos, and her dedication to the art was
exemplified when she danced in severe pain
despite serious elbow injury in P-wave 2008. An
avid reader and a Jeffrey Archer scholar, her
room is the Page-turners of Ladies' Hostel, and
she is rumoured to have mourned for several
days on hearing the news of Sidney Sheldon's
death. A certified expert in the dialect of 'mosho-
mosho', and an extremely diligent student, her
prowess in academics has helped her secure a
coveted Radiology residency at AIIMS, and she
is all set for a glittering career.
Abanti Das
Kolkata
The only reason Farah Khan finds work in movies is
because Alisha is not a professional
choreographer! This true-blue perpetually well
dressed Delhi-ite is one of the most accomplished
and popular P-wave Queens of our times, with her
impeccable and contemporary sense of style and
brilliantly original choreography. The salon
companies have to thank her for popularizing the
trend of hair-straightening in the student
community, being one of the earliest and most
successful exponents of the style. Her all-round
talents are evident from her great academic record
despite being involved neck-deep in every extra-
curricular event and her presence at every rec-
room party since the day she set foot in the
institute. And that record is sure to stay, as she has
successfully gained admission to the prestigious
postgraduate program in Pediatric Surgery.
Alisha Gupta
Delhi