Time is relative. It seems a while ago I entered this college, and my second semesters are almost at their end!

Inbetween 8-4 classes time passed, somehow. College life is fun, it evokes a sense of achievement, for it is the result of two years of toil. And that’s exactly the reason that fuels your laziness and excuses.

College gives you an opportunity to rewrite your academic and social life. The new layout of life is totally a voluntary choice decided by your principles, passion and priorities.

For the whole first semester and half of second enjoying life was my priority . (I trust your smartness to decipher how my life has been 😉 )

Now with exams nearby priorities have reshuffled for sure!

I have two roomies- R and P, and believe me, life is hell of fun with them. Aaket is having his final exams and he will be leaving Delhi by end of this month.I have succesfully learnt to the ‘art of becoming owl’, at the same time I go on morning walks too. (Highly Recommended!)

Rest of the things are in complete rest.

Until next time.




Be Yourself

​You don’t have to be perfect to impress and inspire people . Let them be impressed and inspired by how you deal with your imperfections. 😄

The Inside Story

How many of you are here… unwillingly ?

The question came as a shock. We were done with our tutorial session on Carbohydrate Metabolism and sat flipping through the volume of book. And all  of sudden our teacher, a senior resident, spoke.

This was not our first encounter with the question. We were greeted with the same question very first day,but today,  two month later, some answers had changed!

There was a boy who daily  regretted letting go his seat in IIT. (IIT is the most prestigious engineering college in India.)

One among  us, if given chance to rewrite his life, would have definitely opted commerce.  Not that medical syllabus doesn’t interest him, but life would have been must easier, he reasoned.

And there were ones who aspired to take Science and out of Medical and Engineering , the two most sought options, they decided the former.

I took a deep breath and reflected on my own decision. To be honest, Life as medical student is not that great ( it’s never going to be that fancy college life) but I know, with it’s ups and downs,  it’s going to be a great journey and I am really hopeful for it. 

(Someday I will definitely write an in-depth post regarding my medical life!)


The story of every student 😉


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Random Jot


Recent addition in my room

After five and a half days of wild chase, Saturday afternoons feel like blessing.

And right now, standing in balcony, I feel the itch to fetch words hidden in random  corners and glue them all together. 

I know they won’t come without a little effort…but I love Hide and Seek!😁

(Note: Using brains while reading this post is a crime! 😜)

The ‘Bold’ Prick

I dreaded needles ever since childhood. No, I wasn’t born with a needle-phobia (well, nobody is!)  but  an incidence in early childhood ( a vaccine which made me almost limp for few days) left me with a fear that stayed with me for the   next  13 years of my life.

I closed  my eyes when I saw someone getting injected on TV. And sometimes even shut my ears, as tightly as possible, just to ensure I didn’t hear the person moan.   

I hid under curtains when I saw doctor in house.

I didn’t consent to visit clinic until my parents promised even if the doctor prescribed injection, they would never force me to take one.

The earliest memory of letting a needle pierce through hypodermis, puncturing vein and letting it  suck my blood like a Dracula dates back to 2006, when I was in standard two. I was there to get my blood group analysed.

As you might have expected I  created a Havoc.

I cried and shouted so loud that half of the people on the floor collected outside the room to know what was going on. 15 minutes of resistance and  finally dad caught my arm and the compounder did his job.

Dad asked me if it did pain and if  I had any residual fears.
‘Yes needles do pain and I still prefer tablets over injection’ I said bluntly.

This incidence certainly lessened the fear but it wasn’t gone.  And 10 years were more than enough for it become more than fear–  an overwhelming phobia !

There was peace in my life until last year when I was prescribed an antibiotic drip.

You can imagine what I must have felt!

I almost fought with doctor ( Is this what they teach you? You can’t force me. This is terrible!) .  But deep inside I knew one-day I have to face it. Why not today? Furthermore,  I had decided to make my career in medicine and I asked myself- Aastha what type of doctor are you going to become? A doctor who herself fears needles!


Needles used in hematology lab for prick

‘Drip experience’ reduced my fear by 80 percent.  And last week, during hematology practicals, when I pierced my fingers myself for Haemoglobin Test,I felt it dropping to 5 percent.

Ofcourse,  the fear tried to resurface. But NOTHING can CHALLENGE a  DETERMINED and CONFIDENT HEART !😀

Infact for the amount of blood I needed  made me prick five times, and I did it with a big smile on my face. The pain was enjoyable and the satisfaction   was priceless. 😄. (Added later : I have learnt the art of pricking , and now single prick is sufficient.)


Needle destroyer

(P.S. -1. Yesterday  I found one of my friends  also had the same horrible experience and still fears the prospect to getting injected.

2.Needles were among the three things I fear the most. Read how I overcame  fear of leading pledge. Now the list has only one to go!  😎)