Lessons Learnt This Week

(A series of "events"can change your thinking pattern -- can be labelled as "Personality Transformers". Your immune system puts up a fight against them because these PT's are foreign bodies and are actually opposite of what you had learnt and wanted to be like all your life.)


Lesson no 1:
Stop being nice and revolutionary. Avoid social work at all costs. Intentions no matter how well, mean nothing to most of the people. Leave them at their own.You have got your own problems to solve.


Lesson no 2:
Never get so angry that you shout back. Your pharynx isn't used to of this kinda of stretch muscle behavior and you are more prone to pharyngitis and recurrent regretitis than those who started the yell-at-you part.


Lesson no 3:
[Patients tend to lie (without any reason), that's what I've had all my fellows say, but I don't like judging people that's not my job -- unless there is a strong reason for it.]
You are headstrong and people don't like it when you insist on what you believe.


Lesson no 4:
In Pharma Lab, always drag mouse by its tail. Always roll up your sleeves while doing so. And if it twitches while you are holding its neck with the help of your thumb and index finger and its tail wrapped around your pinky -- remember not to throw it at your friend next time.


Lesson no 5:
Always carry your papersoap and disinfectant with you and NEVER use spirit to disinfect. Even the thought of its smell is capable of making you vomit.


Lesson no 6:
Listen to Richmish. Her suggestions though might sound rude and insensitive most of the times, are actually quite sensible. And keeps you on the safe side. (OH!You have NO idea how heartbreaking this discovery and acknowledgement is :P)

Hmm...for a lot of time, I have been trying to think of ways to avenge my Van Driver's brutalities against myself but I keep forgetting about it - until every morning. I have found myself and my van mates very creative when it comes to inventing names. Like, I remember, two years back we had a van wala who used to wear that freddy-like cap, so we referred to him (amongst ourselves of course) as Uncle Nightmare. Then, there was this other driver who had serious staring problems -- he was rightfully labelled as Uncle Taardhoo the other day .There was also an uncle who was as little as Lord Farquaad of Shrek -- I dunno why but soon he was entitled as Habibi. May be that had something to do with his shaikh styled goatee. So yes, that's kind of our tradition. Now, I do remember some of us discussing what could we call the present one while lamenting at his brutalities against us - the unarmed students. 0:) I guess that thought just evaporated everybody's mind not just mine. But today, I managed to ink it before it could disappear into nothingness. I think we can call him the Deadly Commando - the Spartan King of Today.

Now, Uncle Spartan must have been either a court martialled fauji or a reincarnated punctual Nazi or may be he is simply possessed by some grudging gora spirit. He could be a ROBOT too as everything he does is so calculated and accurate that there's no chance of him failing to achieve his target. For him success could be defined as 'getting to college the earliest'. And people who mess with his target, like pose potential threats in his way to success (Stop! pointing your fingers at me!! What about Sana, eh?) are either tagged as 'shout -ats' or preferably 'leave-them-at-their-doorsteps' aka 'make-them-miss-their-school' types by gracious Uncle Spartan. And, yes I have been pretty much honored as being tagged as both. He is also ultra sensitive for how his van gets treated. Now, you must have gotten the hint that Commando Sahab is VERY serious about time .....I mean he is NEVER late, not even a minute - he could come early but NEVER late. And I shall stop here -- I dunno if this pretty controlled description has entered into the Gheebat territory. So I'll just let it evaporate.

I guess that would be it. :)