i love to travel

I love to travel to places with serene beauty,like hill stations,valleys,lake side meadows..it evokes a sense of calmness and peace..i love to walk under the autumn trees when their leaves are all shed,holding a friend's hand under the evening sky,where red and gold splashes across ...and we can see a little star far far away smiling at us..its really wonderful..ryt??

Bus Number 4-The fun never ends.

After a great hustle and bustle finally Bus number 4 was full with anxious looking bunch of pals..Believe me,at first everyone exchanged weird looks with each other..I could find that our bus had friends from all four batches A,B, C and D.And sadly i realised i didnt know many of my classmates who were seated in that cozy bus ."Hey yaar..i feel very odd"-i squeezed my best friend shiny's hands..She smiled saying evrything's going to be ok..

At that point of time,Our dear Sir,HOD community Medicine stepped into the bus..He smiled then said.." So now the whole class has been divided into four and allotted to 4 different buses which will take u to important tourist attractions of North India.Each bus will be headed by Two leaders-a boy and a girl..So attention Bus 4 members .here are ur leaders -Mahin and Iris..tc and Enjoy..." he stepped down after having a personal chat with the leader duo.

I looked at them-Mahin- a really slim and peaceful looking person,Little did i know then that he will turn out to be the most outstanding leader i have ever met.Iris was a bit more familiar to me-Stylish and smart,she had bright eyes which shone behind her curly hair. Mahin made the welcome speech as the bus started off for sight seeing in the capital city.Hey...All of u..why so silent?? u have been grouped according to ur friendship circle..Be active..let us rock yaar..!!

It was followed by a large round of applause and the boys seated in the back seats began to sing..Soon we girls joined and within few hours everyone,yes everyone blended perfectly into the group..we threw away that cloak of unfamiliarity and jumped into that swirling pool of friendship and let ourselves carried away by it's sweet ripples .Friendship-The most amazing feeling that fills u .Days were nothing short than a celebration..Night journeys were filled with fun,music,dance and endless games..Even the stars peeped in through the windows to enjoy the fun..

So let me introduce you to My bus mates- okay-let us start with hmm..well ur friend,that's me- a very stupid girl who loves friendship,then my best friend shiny-my little angel, a very studious Sree (Sreekala) -who is a walking encyclopedia, Shruthi-a charming cutie pie, Sumina-the beauty behind the veil cum great singer..Then there is this stunning group of four friends-Swathy-a gentle girl with a sweet voice,Kasthuri-the simple bujikutty,Aneesha- a sweetheart and Devika -the beauty with flowing hair..Most of the times we( shiny and me) could find our seats just behind this four friends-Every evening they settle that day's accounts in a systematic way..Its great fun to watch the treasurer and assistant treasurer smoking their heads out doing the all four numerical operations-More than everything i loved that co-ordination,the bond -the team efforts..Then there is the all cheerful Neethu S (her face so rounded like a full moon) and Thesneem ( do u know in Dubai on which side of road people walk?? ;-),well if u dont know,Thes will answer u)..Then Jojo and krishna - very very active girls,then our Lady rep-Iris and her friends two little manipuri dolls,a very innocent Sneha and her friend Lekshmi SR( who seems to know every malayalam movie name that girls almost always won the dumbcharades-Rumours prevail that Lekshmi spends sleepless nights watching malayalam movies everyday :-0..Well dnt know if its true ;-) )..Then the lovely Jyothi geetha,the' IAS' answering girl Greesha,the little hyperactive and dynamic Sali,A calm and peaceful Aathira, a sweet Jeeja,a good hearted Arsha and a smart Neethu R..Finally the cultural head of the girls,the vibrant Greeshma-who represents the feminine energy and enthusiasm,,,,

Now ,on the boys' side..,i must say they were a very few in number compared to girls but they were amazing..I could never feel the sadness that i hav left my own little brother at home..yes..i got a splendid group of well,around fifteen brothers..That sounds really awesome na? .Maahin- our rep-Commander..God..no,no.."Conander Mahin" thats what we call him..yes,the most amazing leader i have ever met..He just sees that everyone is comfortably placed in bus,even a biscuit he divides in such a way that each one gets a share,he maintains the energy level of bus,sees that everyone participates in every activity,he once unloaded the whole luggage of our bus all by himself in an emergency situation,heeds to any difficulties faced by his bus mates and take steps immediately to solve them,makes sure everyone gets into bus at the right time even when he has to scold some for getting late..-Hats off to his amazing leadership quality...

Hey,,i can hear someone calling"BOYZ..THEME SONG.."..And Thats Nabeel Thaha singing..Bheegi Bheegi si hai raatein...no,no.. its not that sad as u think ,,When he sings

Bheegi Bheegi Si Hai RaatenBheegi Bheegi YaadenBheegi Bheegi Baaten Bheegi Bheegi Aankhon Mein Kaisi Nami Hai

yeah we sing together...i could still hear..yes the chorus

Aa Ha Ha Ha Aa HaAa Ha Ha Ha Aa HaAa Ha Ha Ha

Sapnon Ka Saya Palkon Pe AyaPal Mein Hasaya Pal Mein RulayaPhir Bhi Yeh Kaisi Kami Hai

Aa Ha Ha Ha Aa HaAa Ha Ha Ha Aa HaAa Ha Ha Ha( Na Jaane Koi Kaisi Hai Yeh Zindagaani ZindgaaniHamari Adhuri Kahani)The whole bus springs into music...He is the energy source-The court musician-he sings baa baa blacksheep in the tune of We Will we will Rock you.(we will sing chorus and support him)..and Jhonny Jhonny yes papa in the tune of the malabar song Nenchinullil neeyaanu Faathima...yeah..he is the most important driving force of bus number 4 -its soul ..Behind him all others stayed together and together we rocked..

Okay About other boys in the team,there is the kind hearted Suvin ,Sonu-A great singerThen there is Vineeth ,people call him "puli" meaning leopard,which may be because he is a very active person,Then Chiranjith-a North Indian friend who but speaks in 'malayalam' and a good dancer too,Arun V-Who is nick named 'Koya' in memory of the centre character he played in the tour promotion video,A very innocent and calm duo Vipin and Romy,A very jovial yet a timely helpful friend Abubacker,Then a good friend Anish Joy who bought a sword from Punjab and had to endure a lot of questions about it ..i still remember , all friends were relieved when he said the sword was after all not that sharp and fiery!!!Well though they were a few in number the boys soon got hold of the chain of enthusiasm.Behind Nabeel,they all arranged themselves and unleashed the Never ending Fun of music-Anthakshari( well,boys always had an upper hand in this game as they came up with ol kinda songs),,dumbcharades-Thanks greatly to Lekshmi SR we, girls always were a bit in front..When music was played evryone danced to it's tunes..there were special dances as well-puli dance and titanic dance to name a few.Then there was this dedication session-God knows what fun it was..Nabeel as usual was the leader and his followers too were so active in dedicating songs ..There were roars of laughter..i laughed till tears ran from my eyes.Then there is The 'IAS question' Section.(funny qns section).Oh the questions will puzzle u but the answers.will drive u crazy!!.The one telling the ryt answer will be awarded a biscuit from the Great Mahin bhaiyya..and photo section follows..Yes,there are times you enjoy to the maximum..u know you will never get back them...because some things happen once in a life time and leave memories forever for u to cherish..

I still remember the final speech by Mahin and Iris in our bus -number four and finally we ended the journey by singing "ye dosthi hum naheem chodenge..."..i wonder whether my eyes filled silently...

There are people we meet along our way ,people who become a part of our lives,people who walk away when roads diverge..all kinds..Unknowingly they leave footprints,sweet memories,long lasting friendships...Maybe days fade ,years roll by,...but i believe each one of my friends who journeyed together will forever hold close those beautiful memories.Let God shower his blessings and rays of happiness and hopes in all roads that we tread upon...Yes,there is meeting and parting,loving and missing each other..After all,tell me without these,wat's life? Things get over..journeys end..people part...... Friendship stays..

My Best friend

It was lunch break..I was in our lecture class..15 minutes of free time left before the next hour..My classmates were gradually filling the class room and slowly the silence was being eaten up as they made fun of each other,laughed out loud,sang songs,played songs on mobiles,discussed,debated ,frowned etc..etc...But i could still find some "intelligentia" people with head buried in their books..Their notebooks and pen were ready on the desk as if to welcome the next hour professor..and some people were resting comfortably their head on desk,maybe listening to songs through mobile ear piece...away in their own world..Usually i belong to the latter group but not that day...That day i didnt feel like listening to songs...Sometimes i like to sit alone doing nothing..absolutely nothing..not even like to think of anything too...well, thats strange ryt..

And that was when Shwetha came .".Oh..hello..u dreaming..??" she said in her usual cheerful tone as she unloaded her bag and sat near me.."no,im not ...well,wats there to dream about anyway??" i retorted...
"i want u to answer a question " shwetha said.".okay ,go ahead"..i smiled..She turned a bit serious and then asked "whats the defenition of a best friend?

I dint really expect that question...i simply said..."there is no defenition for a best friend"
i recollected a quote..Some things are never questioned,some questions never have answers,some dreams are buried alive and we call it life..."u mad poetess"..she banged a book on my head and laughed..It was exactly at this point a serious looking professor entered the class room and silence fell evrywhere

i was thinking about my friends...sometimes i feel so thankful to God because wherever i go he gifts me with the most sweetest,loveliest friends..i like to keep a good friendship circle and really love to maintain a few close friends..From K.G to college i have this group of stunning people who love me,care for me,surprise me often with extra ordinary gifts,make fun of me ,celebrate my bday in the most splendid way,encourage me to do things in my own way,inspires me with their good deeds,make me feel special ,admires my poems even when im pretty sure most of these crazy people will run away if they happen to come across poetry!!When i feel sad about something they come up with a hundred ways to make me smile that finally i end up laughing..Most of them are far away,and when we miss each other our thoughts come flying as letters..those awesome pieces of paper carry with it a world of emotions,thoughts,tonnes of fun and barrels of love...I do miss my old friends,but we r happy because we know true friendships can never be broken..and it stands the test of time..After all meeting and parting is the way of life!

And about my new friends in college,they are amazing..There are a few friends whom i wish i could have met earlier..some great talented friends including writers,some sweet innocent dolls,some jovial energetic,fun loving pals,some intelligent yet simple and kindhearted souls and last but not the least..."u listening there??" i was interrupted by shwetha;she poked me with a pen..I returned from my thoughts..the professor was still there...She had drawn a big eye on the board and i felt that eye was staring at me."So as i said the physiology of tear formation is not as simple as you think"..she said in her serious tone.so the subject was ophthalmology. May be she has been teaching us how tears are formed.oh.i missed it..but i know why tears are formed in eyes...and that too is important ryt?

"Hey..u want to really know the defenition of a best friend?".i asked when i held shwethas' hands while we were walking back from college...No,i dont ..she smiled...i realise it cant be defined but then i now know it can be found...

So thats it..back to my thoughts..last but not the least there is someone beyond defenition or descriptions..someone you will always remember and hold close to ur heart,no matter how many years will elapse by and how busy you will be in future with ur hus and kids,someone who can make you happy by doing nothing,someone who simply stands by you when even the world walks away..ur soul -mate..yes..ur best friend...she is my world..well,words cant really define how special she is to me..But still the most splendid quality i see in her is her kind -hearted nature.,helping the poor and the weak,.she thinks logically,she reasons out things,she is always cheerful,optimistic,intelligent,God fearing,..yet a very jovial person who spreads out radiance wherever she goes..And above all she loves me for all my good and bad qualities..i feel .. some of the most beautiful moments of my life are that which we have together spent..maybe pages are required to write about her..but i stop here...

What r u thinking about? shwetha looked at me with suspicion..i thought i will write about my best friend in my next blog.."oh..thats very sweet"..i noticed a twinkle in her eyes.."But how can u say that is sweet..u dnt even know her.".i simply wanted to irritate her..oh..her face fell.."i thought u were going to write about..well,leave it...nothing.."i smiled to myself..but then she wanted to know.."who is she? well,u havnt told me about her.." its a surprise..well,read my blog to find out..i said in a matter of fact tone..

She looked at me a bit seriously and then said..i know who it is..Then she laughed ..yes we laughed the whole way...Best friends are not only awesome ;they are equally mad too...really really crazy..!!!

@PMR

   

 It was a "HARTAL DAY";Well,hartal day is as common as a sunday or monday in our state.(one of the reasons why it is called God's own country)no rush on roads,all shops closed,children celebrating a no-school day,office-goers relaxing-an unexpected holiday is always always  welcome!!
But that 'hartal day' was very different for me.For the first time ,i woke up early on a 'suppossed holiday'.And one thing to be noticed here is that I was very happy to do that which my mother observed was rather unusual.There comes the importance of P.M.R-Physical Medicine and Rehabilitation -A department which helped patients with disabilities to return to a normal life as far as possible..Only during our fourth year we have clinical postings there.And for the past two weeks I found it was most probably the best posting we ever had.The teachers were shockingly sincere that we decided to attend the class even on that Hartal Day..Each class was special,somehow the place was very dear to us.

When i reached,most of my friends have already come.A few dayscholars were absent  owing to the transportation problem.And that day we were very eager to see cases as our two weeks here were about to end.Sudhakar sir was explaining about the conditions and difficulties each patient had as we accompanied him.we reached the last bed of male ward .A patient was sitting there  on wheel chair.After enquiring about his health and prescribing some physiotherapy exercises sir turned to us.Let me show you a case of "SUDEX OSTEODYSTROPHY"Well,we have heard that difficult term during ortho posting many times but have never understood it fully.
"The patient is mentally not quite stable..a slight disorientation.so we didnt get a proper history.Anyway look at the peculiar position of his hands "sir said ,we turned towards the patient.His right paralysed hand was comfortably placed on the arm of his chair.On top of that hand he placed his left hand as if to protect the former..Then sir tried to separate his hands and the patient screamed -even a small touch could cause excruciating pain..!!
"It's one of the symptoms of sudex osteodystrophy" sir told us..our minds were filled with stories of all those people..life is strange...
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Next day morning Dayscholars arrived..They cursed the hartal day. "Oh we missed it ,a P.M.R class",Salwa
whimpered..Inside the dark scarf her beautiful face reddened..i could spot a tear in her lovely eyes..It was
tea-break. Shwetha and rest of hosteliers went to canteen..Dayskies were too sad to accompany them-I told all four of them(salwa,swapna,shikha and sitara)-surely it was a great loss for u..i dont know if it increased their sadness.Suddenly swapna jumped-i have an idea-"shreya,pls do us a favour.Before next session ward class begins,pls take us to the ward and give a brief account of yesterday's class."ok",i agreed.
we entered the male ward..i was leading the still  sad dayskies like a professor..we reached the last bed.there he was; sitting there  on wheel chair.His right paralysed hand was comfortably placed on the arm of his chair.On top of that hand he placed his left hand as if to protect the former.
"separation of hands will cause excruciating pain.Peculiar feature of sudex"i told my classmates..i even went on to deliver a shortlecture on sudex..i could see tht my classmates were really impressed..

"O.K we dont want to touch him ,we will just ask him about his discomfort"shikha said..she is always a very active girl."ok.Go ahead" i gave them permission..dont know why i acted like a teacher then.

"What's your discomfort,bro"swapna asked him softly  ..she always has a sweet voice..
"i cannot move my left shoulder" "What "- the girls cried in unison..i was not surprised..why should i?recollecting sir's words i smiled and told them that the patient was not mentally stable-"a slight disorientation,history was not proper"I hushed..repeating sir's words.

"oh..you have difficulty in moving your right hand also,ryt"swapna was gentler this time and more to the point."no,no, no problem at all and patient waved his right hand at us..This time I WAS SHOCKED...

After getting back to my senses i asked him slowly-"are you not Gopalakrishnan?"
No, madam..im Appukuttan,Gopal has gone downstairs for physiotherapy.."
Then only i realised my' handicap'-i cannot remember people's faces precisely..after all that i have said,the lecture,the description of patient's peculiar positioning of hands..i looked at my friends..those unfortunate ppl who witnessed all these..
My goodness.what happened rest,well you can imagine!!

The Insect,Shwetha and Me

It was April..The times when you look forward to in your school life,yes.. the summer vaccation!But it's not the same once you enter into college.Especially the medical college where you tend to forget what vaccation  means.. Time can never stop..It shall never rewind too..All we can do is to silently watch the happy childhood days slipping away from our lives..Its sad..but we can help preserve the little child within us..And its true that often the naughty little thing jumps out of your mind and make you do funny things..havent you ever noticed that?

So that April,we were having our gynaecology posting 2nd year..We had a separate  building for gync and paediatric sections-The place for all mothers and babies and we fondly called it the Mom-Babe hospital(MBH).One afternoon as usual after clinics i was walking down the corridors of 3rd floor with my friend,Shwetha.we could hear the MBH clock strike 12.it was lunch break.we had to go to college at 1pm for afternoon lecture.To save time we decided to go by lift.people rarely use the lift in this part of the building.We entered the lift and pressed 0.It slowly went down.I loved the feeling of weightlessness as the lift descended.After reaching the ground floor the lift opened and we stepped out.Suddenly shwetha screamed"There is something inside my dress,some insect..ouch!! its biting me..oohf!!!She tried shaking her dress but it didnt work.She jumped,squeezd her dress..i think she even did a few dance steps but in vain!

Suddenly i noticed a small dark room to our left.i asked her to just get inside this room and shake her dress properly."OK"relieved she stepped inside."oh!it's so dark here.I will switch on the light for you."i offered to help her."No, No,its ok yaar..let me close the door"shwetha was in a hurry..But i didn't like the idea of Shwetha alone in a dark room.So i pressed on the switch.and to our shock an ALARM went off ...The entire hospital  shrieked..We didnt know what to do..We could hear footsteps coming closer and closer..
Shwetha grabbed my arms and ran towards the lift..we entered  into it and pressed 5.It took us to 5th floor..we didnt get out.we again pressed 0 and went down.This process continued for a few minutes.By that time we have removed our white coats and put them in our bags along with stethoscopes.we even pleated our hair and disguised as ordinary people we stepped out once again as our lift reached the ground floor after it's tiring journey carrying two idiots up and down..!

As if nothing had happened we started walking towards the small room.We could hear a great amount of noise even from a distance.People were gathered near the room"someone had pressed the ALARM"The security was telling his chief.An old lady recollected seeing two medical students near the room a few minutes before..Who said old people have poor memory!!We tried to put an innocent face and moved slowly through the crowd.When we reached the scene we threw a stolen glance at the room..Alas!it was closed..In fact  a red ribbon  was tied to it..!!

Somehow we escaped from there.Once outside the hospital Shwetha started laughing..I did not know whether to laugh or not..
"What about the insect" i asked..
"It's GONE" she smiled

  Sure, things like this can happen because it was APRIL..!!

Is it Strange??

"It's strange."I said. Shwetha looked up from her pathology record,her eyes dazed by sunrays.We were on our way to pathology lab after a hectic afternoon lecture .A bit irritated she asked."What?Patho exam?"
"Everything is strange..Friendships,relations,This world and its people "-i replied."You are mad ,All poets are mad" and she laughed "im not a poet", i said slyly."You write some stupid poems,so you are one of those crazy people,now c'mn ,describe the histology of fatty liver.".I kept silent.The sun shone fiercly upon our white coats .maybe it radiated some anger to Shwetha too.She said"Listen final year is fast approaching and  I have heard it's not that easy.So we need to be a bit more serious about studies".I nodded and asked her to tell me some important points for the exam.I liked the way  she described things.We made up stupid stories and funny mnemonics to memorise even the most difficult medical terms.
Having a best friend is one of the pre-requisites to study medicine,i said to myself.

"Shreya..."i heard  someone calling my name.It was Susan standing there at the corridor of patho dept.She waved a hand at us.she was the most intelligent and hardworking girl in our class."your friend over there"-shwetha sneered.She always loathed my friendship with Susan.Too much girlish, but I liked to see her frown everytime Susan comes and talks to me .

And this day was no different from other days."Hello shreya,Hello shwetha,finished everything??"Susan came running as soon as we reached there.I smiled at her and to myself.I havent even completed half the portion let alone finish it!"Hello Susan"I heard shwetha's voice.It had an undue harsh tone whenever addressed to Susan."I guess this is your third revision" shwetha's sarcasm.Turning towards me she hushed "I will be waiting  downstairs.Do come fast for the last minute review of diagrams".I agreed."All the best Susan" she shouted before vanishing downstairs

I looked at Susan .Her rounded face was pink.ears were red.! It's strange how even the topper is tensed a few hours before exam"Shreya im really afraid..I haven't studied anything.This time i will fail "She was saying her usual anguish.I dont remember how many times she had told me the same thing even though she always won the Topper's medal for all the subjects every year.Really the world is strange with it's strange people.

With a light smile i held her hands and told her not to worry.I reassured her that her topper's medal was not going to leave her even if she wished to.It is addicted to you.I said and she laughed.After reading a paragraph from our text book -Robbins( which always brought the image of a lovely bird and nothing else to my mind whenever i think about it),i waved goodbye to Susan and rushed downstairs to meet shwetha.

With Shwetha the next 15 minutes were of intense study.Even the most difficult topics you can drive straight to your brains if it's just before exam.With loads of topic pending,hearts pounding we heard the bell."Do well"shwetha squeezed my hand as we asembled before entering into the hall."I hope your strange feeling is gone now."I simply looked at her.Sometimes You can never say how you feel..

Somehow 2 hours rushed past me.Finally I was out of the exam hall ."I got one of my spotters wrong."someone was saying..I was wondering how many spotters i could identify.i walked slowly towards the corridor.Shwetha was waiting for me there.Susan rushed past me.She never talks to me after an exam ..And that was another strange thing about her.As soon as she saw me Shwetha shouted "Could you identify the fatty liver""yeah,thanks" my eyes gleamed..
"Oh..Thank God,I thought  you were in a strange world when i was explaining that to you,my poetess".she said happily

Well,we all are in a strange world,Shwetha"-i smiled while we walked back from College
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a warm welcome 2 u ol.....

Unlike my other blogs this one is not for my poems :-)Rather its where you can hear stories ,most of which have characters which show a glimpse of me somewhere in them..but not always..:-) Here u can come across various shades of me..sometimes  in white coat and steth ,sometimes your own stupid little sherin who is mad about friendship,sometimes a very spiritual  person detached from worldly desires ..At other times an ordinary citizen, a child of this world with wonder filled eyes..Yet often u may also find the emotional ,,and sentimental being cuddled up in a world of her own ,caressing sweet memories....Each sherin is different yet the same..yes they are all me..!!So let me take you for a light walk down this lane of thoughts..ready?