Psych Diaries

There was a time during our final year study leave, when I thought all hope was lost., a time when I had no incentive to live. It was then that one of my friends came up with a plan. A plan that gave me something to look forward to. My light at the end of the tunnel. 13 people, 21 days, India. I know it is difficult to compile the experience of a lifetime into just a few sheets of paper. And hence, I donot attempt that. This here, as the name suggests, is an honest attempt of an amateur at preserving atleast some glimpses of those 21 days of travel, 21 days of knowing India, 21 days of being free. A backup,  just in case my memory fail. The incidences mentioned here are not in chronological order, not in alphabetical order, or not in order of preference. These are completely random, just 'coz that is the way i like it. I do hope you will pardon me. Chapter 1 Shit happens I was always told it was pretty difficult to hit a moving target. This fact was proved to...

Chapter 1. SOCIAL NETWORKING Facebook had long ceased being just a time pass for me. It was an addiction. Every 'like' i could gather, every comment that 'tagged' me, was my food, my elixir. Those were the days when i thought impressing girls in facebook was the easiest way to get laid. I tried every trick known to man to be impressive. I uploaded photos, i stole funny tweets and posted it as my own, and the like. No, i didn’t mean to impress any special person. That’s the point. I had no such special person. And I desperately needed one. And hence, all my efforts were addressed 'To whomsoever it may concern' . Thus the web laid, I sat at its centre like a spider, ready to pounce at the first sign of a prey. Patiently wait, i did. Hours became days, and days turned into weeks. I got not one positive response. I was losing hope, getting frustrated, and was about to smash my computer screen in. Then, at that very moment, a tiny red button on the top...

Evening came, and morning followed. The Eighth day. Lord woke up from his sleep and yawned. "It was a busy week", he thought. Six days of creation, and a day of recreation that followed. Oh boy, it was fun while it lasted. But its over. What shall I do now..? Hmm.. I think Ill check on Adam and Eve." He got out of his bed, stretched, yawned again, and set out for Eden Gardens. He looked at the Eden Gardens from a distance, and bemused how good it was. "You did an awesome job, dude.", He patted his own back. He was strolling through the Eden Gardens, appreciating His own sense of beauty, congratulating himself, when He saw a snake crawling around. He realized how ugly it looked, and noticed it had neither hands, nor legs. By reflex, he took it in his hands and looked for the "Made in China" mark. Unable to find any, He sighed, laughed at this minute manufacturing error he had committed, and noted it down in his iPhone under "Bugs to be f...

To, The Non-existent   Reader From, An Author who expects too much Dear All, Sub: Apology/ Leave of absence Not that any of you had noticed, but still, this letter is to explain why the Author stranded this blog shortly after its conception on Aug 12, 2012. At this point of time, I consider it apt to tell you that the Author, that’s me (*Blushes*), is a hapless medical student struggling with his studies. And he, that’s me again, was having his final year university exams. Now that it is over, and I’m jobless anyway until the results are published, I hope this log will be active again. And if any of you had visited this blog in the past few weeks in quest of a new blog post, (Yes, I know I am flattering myself), the Author extends his sincerest apologies. Please don’t stop, do visit, but keep your foot wears outside. Yours and Yours alone, A Bad Joke

 

My name is Hari. I’m a final year medical student. And I’m standing on the ledge of the tallest building in town. No, I’m not going to jump, even if you'd like me to. That would add spice to this story, wouldn’t it.? But I’m sorry, i wont jump. At least, not yet. And this isn't the story of what brought me here. It’s just where i stand when I’m narrating this story. I hope you don’t have a problem with that. Okay.. Here goes.. And, Oh.. Before i start, this isn’t some fiction. This is what really happened. All characters real, no names changed, and any resemblances if found, intentional. So have you ever wondered what will happen if you stare at a girl for a long time..? Yes, hats off to you, you are guessing it right. This is a love story.! And now you've already started predicting. But I’m sorry to disappoint you, thats not the reason i am on this ledge. And i repeat, i am not going to jump. Not yet. You always like to predict things, don’t you.? And y...

I must die… I should've died years ago. I don’t know why I didn’t do it earlier. Its neither due to lost love, nor that I've no means to live. Its just that I don’t want to live. Why should I survive today? So that I could have a happy tomorrow. What if I don’t need a tomorrow? I've had enough tomorrows already.  But how should I die? I would like my death to be remarkable. To be remembered. I could use an anesthetic drip and slip peacefully to death. But that wouldn’t be remarkable. I could have an adrenaline drip, adrenaline causing my vessels to burst, spraying the walls with my blood.. That would be remarkable, and it would be remembered, but I wouldn’t want those contemptible police officials in khakhees to puke on my body, Would I..? Being a doctor, if I hang myself to death by a stethoscope, it would be pretty graphic. But then, no steth is long enough to tie two knots. Everyone will die, one day or another. Why everyone rather tomorrow than today escapes my reas...

This is where i think aloud. This is where I talk to strangers who become strangers again. This is where i rant..! Well, you've been warned. If you still wish to take a stroll, You are Welcome. But do keep your footwears outside. Thank you.