Obliviate

 

Forgetting what one studied is the bane of existence of all medicos. When you read it, it all seems so clear and easy to remember but when you try to recall at the end of the day, it all seems like a blur. This is a known fact though. But what is not known by all is that forgetful med students grow older to become forgetful PGTs and Professors forming departments full of forgetful people.

It almost seems like an absurd dream when you go to the exam hall one morning and find out that the same people who are always fixated on punctuality are late for their favorite job of quietly observing the confused looks on students’ faces as they blankly stare at the question paper trying to diagnose diseases. Your surprise increases manifold when you find that no one in the department actually knows that you are supposed to appear for the exam on that date. There is no question paper ready, and all the professors are busy with their duties of patient care. Finally, after two long hours of waiting and forgetting all you read, when the only thing you can think about is lunch, does your question paper finally arrive. This is followed by another 3 hours of toiling and trying to figure out what to write, when equally confused people around you keep bugging you for answers you yourself don’t know. Ultimately you submit the answer script and rush to the canteen for snatching away whatever lunch leftovers they have before your friends can get there.

But the next thing you know is that you are waking up from a slumber inside the library. After you wake up you cannot help but question yourself, “Was this real?” It won’t feel real for sure. You feel that maybe it was all a crazy dream till you start remembering other details like how you were texting your senior from the exam hall to find out whether this was a common occurrence, how you saw a bunch of rowdy guys playing football with a bottle outside the exam hall, how all of you took forbidden selfies inside the exam hall, made reels and snatched away each other’s books to keep studying out-of-the-box topics which all of you knew was not going to be asked in the exam. You remember how some of you were making plans to leave and not to show up for the exam ultimately. “Did I really imagine all this?” you ask yourself when your sleepy brain cannot differentiate an unimaginable truth from an absurd dream. Everything feels hilariously unreal. “I guess I’ll never know” you accept as you start studying for the next exam.

 

De ja vu

Does this ever happen to you that you see or hear something and feel that you have seen or heard it before? Or you do something and you feel that you have done it before? What if you get that feeling seeing your exam paper?

Now many of you must be thinking that it is bound to be a good feeling because it means that you are getting known questions. However, the syllabi of medical subjects are huge, even when they are paradoxically called ‘short’ subjects. So, the night before the exams you are bound to leave out some topics and almost naturally you end up deciding to leave out the two long question topics from last semester under the impression that a huge batch of new topics have been taught in the new semester and most probably the topics from last semester’s question paper won’t be repeated. But let me warn you, you don’t just get fooled on the first of April. Some departments take pleasure in fooling you each and every day of the year. Hence the topic you left out the night before stares right back at you from the question paper with a big triumphant smile as you feel horrified that a more complicated version of the same question could show up as a long question in this semester as well.

Now all you can rely on is your already sleep deprived and anxious brain to suddenly remember what it read weeks (feels like years) ago. While you get a de ja vu that you might have written that answer earlier as well, you can’t really remember what you wrote. As you look around, you find most of your fellow examinees being in the same mess. You all secretly curse the old lady invigilator who keeps shouting, startling you every now and then. When you find one of your wise friends submitting his answer script within 1.5 hours and smartly walking away from the situation, not ready to deal with the mess, and you end up wondering, “When will I have this kind of confidence?”

The truth is, most of us do not have such confidence. So, we toil along for another hour and a half, with nothing but our creative writing skills and what we studied weeks ago to support us. If you are thinking that why didn’t these people do team work then? Let me tell you that one cannot afford team work, when there is good chance of getting cursed by the God of Exams and quickly receiving a minus forty for evoking His wrath. Though you also wonder, “Will I actually get forty marks that I have to deal with a minus forty? Or am I getting a negative score this semester?”

As you fill up your answer script and extra sheets with truckloads of nonsense while secretly asking forgiveness from the trees who gave up their lives to give you that paper that you are now wasting, you wonder, “Is creative writing enough to make me pass this toxic subject?”

Who can tell?

Happy Propose Day

P.C-Shuvojyoti Rakshit

For the love of exams

 

The season of love is finally here. It is that time of the year when couples will post diabetes inducing photos and reels on social media while the frustrated single population will go on to post pseudo-positive statements and reels about buying flowers for themselves and being there own partner. More on that later.

Some coaching institutions will offer you pizza services so that you can cry alone with a pizza while watching Medicine videos on Valentine’s night. On the other hand, some other coaching institutions will actually understand your frustrated loneliness and go one step ahead to find you a study partner to end your misery. But if you are a lonely single med student, there is a very good possibility that you will end up not registering for any of the above for the fear of being exposed as desperate or meeting other desperate people like your own self who end up choosing an educational app to find a love match.

If you are a Bengali then, for you Vasant Panchami is here too, when you finally get to see your crush in traditional clothes giving you tachycardia. But once you get your heart rate under control you realize that you are dreaming impossible things and you end up thinking how bleak and temporary the real world is. You finally go to bed with a heavy heart. Well, not all of you though. Some of you try to lighten your mood by patiently reading your friend’s nonsense blog.

But if you are a med student you also know at the back of your mind that it is also that time of the year when your real girlfriend visits you. She is so loyal that she visits you even when you don’t ask her, she does not leave you even when you rudely ask her to, she gives you a reality check whenever you need it to keep you on the right track. And everyone knows her name- she is called EXAM.

Yes people. It is also that time of the year when you wake up to your concerned HOD’s motivational messages on the Department group, wonder all day about what all you could have done if there were no exams and how care-free all others seem, and go to bed calculating how much time you have wasted today and how far the others have studied.   

So for all the couples, loners and examinees, this jobless blogger brings to you a set of short blogs for Valentine’s week, where you get to hear all about the hilarious med school incidents that keep occurring on a day-to-day basis during exam season. You will learn to be careful while turning your head during exams and not be surprised even when you find out that a department actually forgot to make your question papers. Are you wondering how that happened? Stay tuned and keep reading for the next six days to find out.

Happy Rose day.

 

What a student wants

 

Among the several challenges of being a med student a major one is coping with the difference in the teaching-learning or examination systems between school and college. Our teachers used to tell us back at school that in order to understand a book better you should start reading it from the Preface/Foreword. But it was only after coming to college that one realizes that this is not enough, especially for viva. One must remember the colors of the textbook cover, the full name and qualifications of the author, the latest edition and publishing house of all the books by heart because those are the first questions one faces during viva.

These illogical questions are not the only things that plague the medical education system. The main allegation that the students receive is the below average attendance most of them have. It is often opined that the below average attendance leads to below average performance, which might be true. It is often said to the students during viva that everything was taught in class and attending classes will improve performance. In spite of knowing everything why do students not attend classes then? Is it simply because of casual attitude? Well, it might be for some, but this is only a part of the problem.

In class 12 physics one hears about the hypothetical concept of an absolute reflective surface. It is only after taking classes under certain professors do we realize that this concept is not hypothetical after all. During the said classes students’ brains behave as absolute reflective surfaces where no information seems to be absorbed as they stare blankly at the slides changing on the screen.

Another hilarious incident that occurs whenever the attendance of the class reaches single digits is that the professor starts scolding the people who actually show up. One has to hear fun statements like “Why are you not attending the class?” while actually sitting in the class. And then these students go home regretting the decision and do not come back to class the next day. Does this mean that the situation is damaged beyond repair? No. There are still teachers whose classes the students rush to attend. Haters might say that the crowd is mostly because of good looks but such statements are never entirely true.

What a student wants, is to understand and be understood. Back at school most of us remember teachers who loved us, inspired us and gave us the right amount of push in the right direction. During the transition from adolescence to adulthood, most people are in a state of confusion and lack of confidence when this mentorship is severely missed. Students want teachers who explain in a lucid way so that one can grasp concepts without feeling foolish or worthless, teachers who actually care about their doubts and problems, teachers who inspire and become role models. 

But such teachers are difficult to find in the busy OPDs and overcrowded wards of government medical colleges where everyone is overworked and flustered. Students like to be asked questions regarding their knowledge and understanding about a subject, questions that would help them tackle with problems of day-to-day clinics. However, mostly they are asked definitions and facts no one cares about like “Which college did the author of your textbook study in?” Middle school punishments like parent calls or making students write “Sorry letters” for not attending classes also do not help to strengthen the bond between teachers and students.

It is often said that the students at med school are becoming tuition oriented. This might be because the teachers on these online or offline learning platforms take time to explain concepts in a way students can follow, the questions these apps put to them actually challenge their intellect instead of challenging their self-respect. Is college education all bad then?

For all those who think so, let this author remind you that all is not lost. At times even in these busy wards sit real teachers who share every drop of their knowledge with you. Maybe they will scold you in front of patients, badger you with seemingly out-of-universe questions but they are the ones who will also teach you the science of medicine and art of surgery. You just need to have a thick skin. So the final question is, do you have that?

 

 

We call this place our home

 

Finding love or friendship at med school is not as easy as portrayed by movies or social media. This is because just like testicular cancer, love is mostly one-sided. But one thing that eventually develops in the hearts of all medicos, other than perennial self-reproach and depression, is the undying love for the college which prepares them to face the burdensome responsibilities that come after donning the white coat. This love is subtle and develops day by day with increasing familiarity. Unlike a crush for a handsome senior, this Love does not make butterflies flutter in your belly, or light up your day, it is more like the warm hug of your old shawl on a winter morning.

After several years of bitter sweet experiences in the same college campus it becomes even more dear to us. From the department corridors lined by professors’ offices which continuously remind us about traumatizing viva experiences to the familiar stench of the dead bodies in the morgue, everything brings a sense of belonging.  With time one learns to see their everyday experiences with a new light- the good old library becomes even more beloved, and the giant, ancient trees which have seen so many lovers hold each other in loving embrace or break up bitterly seem like old loving grandfathers.

When our college celebrated its 150^th year, we got to see this ancient institution through the eyes of its alumni and one thing became clear- Time changes, situations change but the love which budding doctors have for their rusty old colleges with hospitals full of germs, filth and diseases remains the same over generations. The dirty wards, the old buildings or the pavements full of patients’ families in waiting might seem unappealing to some but to the medicos this image seems like home. When these same old buildings dress up with fairy lights for festivities, they look beautiful in a simple and quintessential way.

Photo courtesy: Shuvojyoti Rakshit

As one watches old college friends reuniting in the old college campus one dreams of the day when she can come back to this same place as an alumnus and meet the same group which surrounds her today. Maybe even share a meal or watch an energetic concert together. But after the celebration ends, the decorations come down and the sound of the happy banter gets replaced by silence, the college campus seems to grieve the loss like an old woman who just said goodbye to her grown up kids. It is then that the reunion dream seems like wishful thinking and one remembers the assignments due next day with a heavy heart.

With all the hardships med school offers, with the lack of real close friends in most of our lives one wonders why this place becomes so dear to them. Its simple really. One not only ends up loving the place one had sweet experiences in, but also loves the place which saw the worst days of her life and helped her grow as a person. Also, maybe we do not always find what we wish for in college friends but the people whom we share these hardships or these joys with become special to us in some way or the other. College becomes home.

At the end this author is reminded of a couple of lines from a famous song called “North” which probably sums up the emotion med students have for their newfound home:

“Let the years we're here be kind, be kind

Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide

Settle our bones like wood over time, over time

Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine”

Contemplating a murder

 

You know that phase of life when you just feel drowned in depression and anxiety, nothing seems to go right, you live one day and fear the next one and after spending a day you are left wondering how on earth you lived through that? What do you call it? Winter of your twenties? Depression phase? Apocalypse? Well, we MBBS students call this the exam season.

Medical colleges give their students exams which are tailor made to test the highest levels of their endurance, patience and cramming capacity. In short, they just want to torture the hell out of the students. Scheduling exams during the festive season, giving no holidays in between exams and setting some really creativity-provoking question papers are just some ways in which medical colleges aim to make the students “tough” enough to deal with a doctor’s life.

If one looks around the exam hall one can see all kinds of students: the ones with revolving heads, the ones who write at full-speed as if their life depends upon it, people who simply stare into the horizon or people who frantically scratch their heads or bite their pens to find some idea or motivation to write.

Like students, questions are also of different kinds. Some questions laugh at us from within the question paper as if saying, “You saw me but dared to turn the page. Think I am unimportant, eh? But look at me now as I grace the 10 marks section. Its revenge time.” Then some others are like those unfamiliar faces one sees on public transport. One does not know from which chapter they are, what they stand for or even their pronunciation for that matter. Also, there are some savior questions which you have studied and when you see them on the question paper, you cry tears of joy. Finally, there are some legendary questions in some subjects which makes one silently contemplate murdering the invigilating professor using a one-side sharp blade kitchen knife and imagine the appearance and depth of the stab wound created thereafter.

The invigilating professors, unlike the students seem to enjoy every bit of this exhilarating exam journey. One finds them eating delicious snacks with coffee in the exam hall, taking short breaks to change the seats of some poor student caught asking something to the person in front. Sometimes they would come and say, “You are asking him? Ask me instead. Now, now, which MCQ do you want? Number 4, is it? It was written with purple ink on the umpteenth page of the Textbook of Murders. Does that ring a bell? No? What a pity!” While at other times some of them are kind enough to provide some actual help with some really difficult questions.

In life we always tend to think that we have plenty of time and we can always do something “later”. These exams probably come to teach us that this is not true at all. That’s why a famous Hindi saying goes as: “Jo kal kare so aaj kar, jo aj kare so ab”. (What can be done tomorrow, do it today. What can be done today, do it now.)

Flashes Of Joy

 

I first heard the term ‘Flashmob’ from my elder sister who explained the term as follows: “A group of people gather in the road or at any other public place and suddenly start dancing.” The concept struck me as weird, very weird in fact. I even thought, “Why don’t these people get run over by cars while dancing? And why don’t others protest, because surely enough, dancing in the middle of the road will cause trouble for both vehicles and pedestrians.”  So as one can easily tell, I had completely misunderstood the concept of Flashmob.

The first time I saw a real Flashmob was in 2k22. It was performed by our seniors and batchmates and I realized that flashmob is not about “suddenly dancing in the middle of the road ‘’. It is about weeks of practice and finally a power packed performance consisting of expert dancers taking one’s breath away by their graceful moves and some non-dancers forgetting steps, getting nervous and secretly hoping that no one saw them. Also, I realized that it is not so easily done on the road. One needs to book a proper location for a Flashmob.

I have always been an out-standing dancer. Meaning- when I went to learn Odissi in second grade I spent more time standing outside the classroom after messing up mudras and steps than I did dancing. Naturally I lost interest after 3 months or so and joined music classes instead where due to my teacher’s immense patience and perseverance I ended up learning something. When one of my friends convinced me for dancing in the Flashmob and I actually said “Yes” I could not believe my own self. Later, I was also invited to sing with the group in Rock-mob and I agreed to that as well after a long convincing session by my friends. At times I wonder whether I am pathologically incapable of saying “No” to friends!

Thus began a month of practice and hard work when classes, edufest meetings and practice sessions for both Flashmob and Rockmob were all scheduled at the same time. I remember an incident where I was busy doing Garba when one of the members of the Edufest committee stood in between two files of dancers trying to convince me to stop dancing and come for the Edufest meeting with the Flashmob organizers shouting at both of us in the background. I also remember always sitting in a corner with my kindle in between practices and keeping my ears open to hear my friend (one of the Flashmob organizers) shouting my name angrily at the top of her voice before my dance segment came up; following which I rushed to stand in the entry line.

Video courtesy: Dipankar Mondal

There were all kinds of people at the flashmob practice: the first category is that of the smiling late-comers. These people were always unabashedly, unregretfully late and took in the organizers’  scoldings with a smiling face. The second category consisted of the serious people, who were always on time and practiced with enthusiasm. The third category consisted of people with a moderate level of attendance but those who gossiped or trailed off into books between segments and were always confused about where to enter from or stand. In other words, this group consisted of people like me. The fourth category consisted of the forever complaining and perennially tired people, who utilized whatever time they got between dances to complain to their friends about how unfair life has been to them. In rock-mob this group did not exist though, because there is little chance to complain when one’s mouth and voice are busy singing. The final category consists of the cameo appearances. These people showed up whenever they felt like, practiced as long as they saw fit and then disappeared never to return again. Some of them did not even show up on the final day.

Many of our older faculty found this idea of medical students openly dancing to Bollywood songs scandalous to the reputation of medical field. While they said that it was outrageous that students did not attend ward postings and classes for inconsequential things like Flashmob, it was funny and ironical to see that the took out the anger of students not attending classes on those who actually showed up thus making them question their decisions. One of the departments even threatened to call our parents if the attendance continued to be low. Ridiculous as this sounds, this method actually worked because many people showed up in class the next day!

The final day performance looked awesome, as was the feedback given by the crowd, thus bringing the colors of success to all the efforts of the organizers and participants. This event taught us one very important thing, “Things are always more beautiful, successful and enjoyable, when done together as a team.”

Photo courtesy- Swapnanil Sen

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An Ode To The Departed

 

Sometimes bad news catches us unexpectedly. At other times it so happens that we know about the impending doom for months. We are scared initially but then begin to live with it, even practically forget about it until one fateful morning, when disaster strikes and we become dumbfounded even after knowing the inevitable for months. It seems as if, just because it got delayed and we were granted a few more months of peace, we had assumed that the disaster will never happen.

As the entire college prepares for ECSTASY 2k23, a grey shroud hangs over all of us. An unexpected, unwanted separation makes our hearts heavy. Today when I see “Embrace the explosion” written on the ECSTASY posters, I am reminded of that quiet, shy girl who disliked explosions or loud noises of any kind for that matter. She was the one who used to make diligent notes even in the most boring lectures while we softly bantered in the last bench oblivious of whatever was being taught in class. I remember being envious and asking her the secret to her long, black lustrous hair. I remember our peaceful conversations during breakfast at our hostel canteen, where we discussed our views on studies, music and the world even though they varied grossly between the two of us.

When I first heard of her illness, I remember stepping into the CCU for the first time in my life to visit her. She had asked us to pray for her speedy recovery. While most of us actually prayed for our beloved friend, all our prayers combined were not enough to thwart destiny. This leads us to wonder, why is destiny so cruel? The one who could have been an expert and compassionate doctor had to suffer so much and meet such an untimely death while many people whose demise would actually serve the society and mankind in general continue to thrive. The answer to this question is not easily determined by common people like us. Thus, we continue on our journey to meet our destiny while simultaneously cursing destiny itself throughout the way. It’s a weird paradox.

I do not know whether Heaven exists or not, but if it does and if my life is honest and fruitful enough then I surely hope to meet her there someday- my quiet, kind, unselfish friend. Till then it is essential that all of us, as future doctors, remember her life and death. So that, we are careful about the tests we perform, the diagnoses we make and the medicines we prescribe, because the test reports and prescriptions are not just sheets of paper with medical mumbo-jumbo scribbled on them. They are keys to correct diagnosis and treatment respectively. We must never lose empathy and compassion towards those helpless people lying in our ancient, foul-smelling wards, because their lives depend on our decisions. Delay or mistakes in our treatment can kill them, thus we must tread with caution.

Most importantly we must remember to be thankful for this life and this opportunity to fulfill our dreams. An extremely brilliant and deserving student among us was brutally robbed of the opportunity to fulfill her dreams, by her ill fate. On the days we feel desperate enough to end our lives or give up, we must remember that we are getting to live what one of us could not. We should try to make the most of this opportunity while it lasts.

Adieu my dear friend. May your soul rest in peace.

 

Queries of the medical mind

 

When one cracks NEET there are people who give him or her an extremely rosy view of what to expect from medical colleges while others come up with a more realistic view. But what no one really mentions is that med-school is not all about classes, ward postings, huge syllabus, or exams. It is also about a lot of other things like getting sponsors, sitting (or if you are unfortunate enough then, standing) in long meetings, preparing questions, dealing with difficult and strict HODs and welcoming guest speakers. In short, besides being about studies, it is also about organizing grand events like the Edufest or cultural fest of your college.

The day you step into the common room for the first fest-related meeting is the day you start questioning your life choices (if you were not doing so already). Thoughts like: “Was getting myself into this a bad idea?”; “Why are all these people not listening to me?” or “Why is this guy shutting us all up?” start crossing your brain. But by then of course for most people it is too late to reverse the decision and start afresh, except for some genius people who are so fed up after the first meeting that they decide not to come for any subsequent meetings and not do any fest-related work after that day. More power to them! However, some people remain true to their responsibilities and keep doing them till the last day of Fest. Kudos to them as well.

There are some events of the Edufest which attract a lot of participation from the crowd – like medical Pictionary, quiz, medical movie trivia quiz. But not all events are so lucky. There are some events for which the organizers need to keep extending the dates of registration hoping for at least five or six entries. Being an organizer of such an event I would say that it is a nightmare! If an event has too many participants and you feel crowd control is going to be a problem, then set those thoughts aside because the fear that there is going to be almost nil participation and there will be a greater number of judges and organizers than participants is a bigger problem.

It’s not that huge participation does not bring its own problems, especially in case of workshops where the number of participants exceed the limits specified by the departments and one has to go to the department every other day to talk things over with HOD Sir so that all those people can be accommodated. But one must admit that hosting workshops proved a tad bit easier than the events or guest lectures because in case of workshops, taking the participants to the departments on time and providing food packets to the professors and department staff pretty much sums up the job of the student organizers. The rest is taken care of by the departments. However, organizing a quiz event where there is huge participation and all the questions need to be framed by the organizers is totally something different. It leads to a different kind of depression when you can only frame about twenty questions sitting and toiling day-in and day-out in the library while your brilliant co-organizer seems to be conjuring up tens of never-heard-of God level questions right out of thin air; questions which even the other organizers can’t answer. Then on the final day you have no spectators and many of the participants give you defeated looks even before their turn comes up because apparently, they never heard of such questions!

Edufest is a grand event coming with its own grand problems- projectors not working, rain hampering your plans, a huge mob of medicos attacking the chief guest with cameras because they want to take photos with him, non-cooperating co-organizers and lack of bouquets and medals on time. But when the event ends one realizes that every effort they put in was worth it- because during these few days one experiences medicine with its own majestic grandeur, one listens to lectures which inspire and face questions which challenge their wits at every turn and builds memories worth remembering for a lifetime.

Many people might be wondering about the title of this blog. To them I will say, I initially planned to name this as “An aquarium of squalling medicos” but then thought better of it, because when we heard the banner name of our edufest, this is what most of could think of! Of course, the guy who came up with this name has stopped replying to people’s texts ever since.

Photo courtesy: Dip Mondal

Photo courtesy: Suchishubhra Roy

 

Pressure Cooker

 

Organizing a big event within a given deadline always comes with a lot of tension and undue pressure. It is almost like the exam season when there is a huge syllabus to study from and very little time to do it in. You put in late nights, try to distribute the work among a bunch of people- some of whom are overly enthusiastic while some are grossly unwilling, try to make plans which never work out. At the end of the day, you go to bed tired, but still tensed about how little you have done all day and how much work you still have left for the next day. All these thoughts compromise on your sleep hours as well as quality of sleep, making you pissed and cranky and unable to deal with the next day’s tension thus reducing your productivity. This vicious cycle continues.

During these difficult times a coping method adopted by most people is pan-b**ching which is almost like a whistle from a pressure cooker which blows off some steam and helps to reduce the pressure. This is a system where everybody says foul things about everybody else but no one really means it. They keep complaining about how much overworked they are, how they have been attending long meetings which ultimately end up not deciding anything at all, how less the others are working, how less appreciated their efforts are, how they feel they just shouldn’t have taken the responsibility or shouldn’t have met these people. But one should not be surprised if the very same day they went back to do justice to the same responsibility with the same set of people, because they did not mean what they said. Those were just words after all.

The inability to spare time, inability to catch up causes breach in friendships and relationships alike. One wonders at times, “Isn’t it too much of a price to pay just for an event or for getting the appropriate credit for you think you deserve?” The answer to this question is complex, because of the complexities that lie in the gyri and sulci of our cerebral cortices. At the end of the day, it’s not a choice between your friendship and your work, it’s a choice between understanding and misunderstanding. It’s a choice between realizing that the person you are blaming is in as much deep trouble as you are or thinking that you are the only person dealing with a lot.

For the most part I have described the story of the overworked group, but there are two other groups in any event. The working group and the disinterested third party. The disinterested people are those who are blessed to possess Harry Potter’s invisibility cloak. Whenever the need arises to take up any responsibility whatsoever, these people simply disappear. While the working group consist of those few people who do whatever is expected of them but never ever bite more than they can chew.

The pressure of organizing a big event drives one crazy and hanging by a thread on the verge of losing one’s sanity and all social relations, one wonders, “Where did I go wrong?” At those times one must remember that while this pressure seems unbearable, it is also true that only extreme pressure makes diamonds. This pressure is probably meant to bring out the diamond in you and make you a better person in the long run.

If some of my readers are wondering why I suddenly shifted my blog content from med school to event management, let me tell you some good med students are also good event managers as is going to be proved soon. The time to be ecstatic is coming people!