An Ode to Sir

I guess the first time I had met him was back in 2016, when I had submitted my resignation at Nazareth, as was anxiously searching for a job at some other hospital, and yes, definitely to find a support for my bodybuilding as well. I remember I had just ventured inside Bethany then, made my way to Director office just following the sign boards. It was so easy, unlike in Nazareth, where u will be obstructed by someone asking u "who r u, whom u want to meet." 

Before entering his office, I read his name, a long name, and then my eyes glanced on 'AIIMS'. He had done his MD from AIIMS. Glancing that it sent a bit of shivers down my spine thinking 'he is a big shot, I don't know what he will do to me.'I remember I had worn my formal blue collared T shirt, and just made my way into his office. He looked at me and said "yes come in." 

With my first gesture for a job vacancy, ogled at me and made the first sentence "do u do gym?" 

I said "yes sir".

"Oh, I hope none of my patients get scared by looking at ur physique." Then he broke into a laughter prompting the guy sitting next to him also to smile at me. Then he told me "you submit ur CV at our admin block, we will get back to u." 

That was my first meeting with him. Then I had joined Neigrihms, carried on my gym, bodybuilding, won Mr. Meghalaya 2017. Neigrihms contract got finished. Again jobless.

In desperation I again had gone to meet him in the month of October 2017, as my last resort if he takes me. And he was not there, he had gone out of station. That had given me a jolt of dejection and had made me jump to the conclusion of packing my bags for Kolkata. 

On reaching Kolkata, my extreme desire to return back to Shillong had prompted me to open bethany portal and apply for a job. And it was a few hours past that I got a call saying "Sir would like to meet you."

I had packed my bag hastily, bade my parents goodbye, geared up my bike, rode back to shillong after few days of the call.

I guess it was somewhere around last week of November, 2017, I went to buy a new pant, citing my big 28 inches bodybuilder thighs then. I remember it was Tuesday , and Pantaloons was closed. I was wondering if they celebrated Hanuman diwas. I headed to Uptown Closet and got an oversized formal trouser, for my formal meeting with Sir.

I went to meet him, second time, in my life. I wore a white shirt and black trouser. I was waiting infront of his office. He walked out from ward with his patient attendants following him, him greeting everyone, with an eternal smile on his face. I walked ahead and stood infront of him. He looked at me and smiled and told me to wait a moment. Later he called me inside his office. I sat infront of him. 

Again the first question from him "Do you do gym?"

"yes sir". He asked again "have we met earlier." I just lied to him and replied no sir.

Then he asked "Do u do anything other than gym cause your body looks quite big."

"Yes sir, I do bodybuilding. I won Mr Meghalaya this Year."

He got so excited . He called up the senior medicine consultant and introduced me to her "we have Mr meghalaya with us now."

This was a sweet reminiscence of Sir. I had worked with him since december 2017 till June 2019. 

He was definitely a very delightful character to work around with in hospital. A very supportive, a father like figure. 

The next month after my appointment in the hospital, he had invited me to join him for an outing at his Nongpoh farmhouse. We were greeted by his extravagant hospitality. 

My next some months tenure, working at his hospital, was very care free. Until I was lifted to the assignment of taking care of hospital quality, with the quality team. It was then that my unfolding of sour rapport had set in. 

But even then whenever I had approached to him for help, he never was reluctant to offer an helping hand. It was always evident that he wanted a happy environment around him, both for patient and the staff. He never wanted to create a strain. 

When I was in my college days, one wise person had once told me a famous line : If you don't have any enemies, means you are doing something wrong.

Somewhat impart that with the famous line from Winston Churchill : you have got enemies. Good, that means you have stood up for something.

By mid of the year 2019, I really wanted to leave Bethany. I had made almost half of the hospital my enemy. Basically because I wanted to create an apple tree from an existing orange tree. Humor.

I had hinted Sir about my leaving, to which he always said no. I still remember my second last meeting with him at his office when he said "I will step down to see that you will not leave. I will support you." After few weeks, I again landed up at his office with my second resignation letter, asking him to let me go. He asked "why do you want to leave us?"

15th April, 2020. As I lay on my bed asleep, a very early morning call on my wife's phone, gave us the dreaded news. I heard it and turned towards the wall and quietly wondered 'what went wrong'. 

I had never imagined that news would come up.

In the month of January, while I was relaxing in Sundarbann with my wife and In laws, I used to read the updates about China facing the deadly coronavirus. We never had thought that we too shall have to wonder about our country updates for the same, each hour, just two months from then. When I returned back to my duties, I remember Jerry asking me in gym "doctor what do you think of this coronavirus?" I used to tell them it will be just another SARS or MERS or H1N1 stuff. Nothing to worry. I guess the same was the attitude at most of the places in our country.

In February, it actually created worry when Covid ravaged through Italy, India reporting its first case in Kerala. There were conjectures coming up for a needed lockdown in future. 

In March, Dr. Shantanu called us for the first class on Covid. And he clearly started with 'none of us have seen a pandemic before, but here we are going to face one. there is something big coming towards us.'

At home, in laws, everyone used to act very care free. At any notion, it was a very common reply "nothing will happen to us, our land is blessed."

There were some moments when it used to come to my mind, should I recount the crisis being foretold, or should I become an object of their jokes if really nothing happens here. 

People would continue to stay absorbed in their daily activities. No social distancing, no precautions.

And at hospital it would always expound as to get ready for the threat. Surely an educational institute of medicine is an entirely different place than a casual society.

Once one remark did come : our hospital is very proactive, maybe the most prepared one at this stage.

My wife was still at Bethany hospital, 9 years of service as staff nurse. Myself, had again rejoined Nazareth since July 2019. I used to daily drop and pick up my wife for duty and home, unless I was busy. There had always been contrast in the groundwork between Nazareth and Bethany, or, Nazareth with any other hospital of the state. Something I would always commend Nazareth for. Yes being a staff of Nazareth, a person like me, would constantly be brought to light to awareness, learning. Its always good to learn. 

The month of March went by seeing the number of cases gradually rising in the country. North east stayed unscathed for quite long. Until the Nizamuddin incident broadcasted. The words 'superspreaders' started coming up in news headlines. Still Meghalaya remained unhurt. 

The isolation duty roster came in. The donning doffing of PPE classes started doing rounds. I seldom would tell my wife "our turn will come. I will go." Yes my wife would hint uneasiness. 

Before I would leave for the isolation duties, I had one wish if my wife conceives. And that good news came in soon. We did USG and Steve gave us a good report. EDD 4th of December.

The night of 13th, after my wife's USG report came in, she came back from duty, and I was packing for my night shift. We had a dispute at home that she should take rest and my wife was unwilling to let go off Bethany so soon. 

Nights at Nazareth ER with seeing lesser patients, with lockdown going on. When I went to doctor's room and got shocked to see the update 'Meghalaya's first covid case a doctor.'

Shillong, a very small place, population 1.43 lakhs, news flies in a snap. In no time, I heard about Sir.

The hospital was sealed. Government officials had sleepless night. The whole city knelt down for prayer.

I was ordered to report for home quarantine. It was dismay to come back home to prepare to stay for next 14 days, not going out. 

That night I asked my wife once "How is sir?" She replied "he is maintaining saturation I heard."

I just told myself 'nothing will happen to him, he will be fine.'

Yesterday while I was surfing for a suitable message to send to Peter, I chanced upon this line;

'The trouble is You think You have Time.' by Gautam Buddha.

We don't understand the value of the case until it happens to us. There are definitely some people who even then also refute to learn. But there are some enlightened souls with us, who believe to keep studying and enlightening people. 

Sir did not go well. His last rituals could not be attended by his family. Then there were pack of fools who created dilemma in his last rituals. I wish this was not how it should have ended.

The following evening of 15th, I had to put up an update : social stigma, ignorance, unscientific beliefs will cause more harm to society in India compared to corona. 

The next day one of my in laws added me in family group, where I tried to bring everyone to notice to refrain from any form of unscientific activities. But I believe people will not change.

Rejecting a patient for dialysis, just because of his travel history. Keeping a myocardial infarct patient, outside in cold, just because he has travel history. Staring at a health profession, closing gate on a person from the family of a health personnel, hinting a person belonging to a creed because of the ongoing idea in the country about one gone wrong congregation. 

Someone truly said : this one tiny virus has played its part in displaying the true colors of human beings. 

Yes danger is real. But not fear. Fear has led to losing the respect of one human towards another. 

I wish I could have been with Bethany team, battling up against something that so suddenly came up on them. A battle was lost, but hope not their spirits. My dear comrades had put up a brave fight, risking everything. In the end that shall always be remembered and will continue to inspire someone willing to do good for humanity. We lost a beautiful soul. I wish we were better prepared. I wish it was not him. But in the end wishing is the last thing a helpless person can do. 

I wish the person reading this understands the need to open your eyes and be never so late that you can't help a wonderful person.

I will end with the last lines of Sir to me "I cannot stop you from going. Its your right to go. But I wish you had stayed with us."

I would tell the same lines to him now.

Just another Saturday night

Bodybuilding is frustrating indeed. The body doesn't grow like Hulk.
The day starts with before dawn meal. Then rest. Then Gym. Then back home. Eat. Bath. Run to Bethany. Come back. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.

Bethany has given a last resort to me to sustain my bodybuilding. I had to contact Balap for taking the track to IBBF. Anything outside Meghalaya is tough. Surely it was the easiest place to win a state level competition in just two years preparation.

I don't know how to do it. Struggling with money. Left old parents back at Kolkata. And here. Phil Heath said its a marathon not a sprint. The measurement of a man is in how many times he gets up after getting lost.

Today we lost a five years old kid in icu. This month they said icu is spiking in mortality record. A scrub typhus case wrongly managed.

How much do you expect out of man to really call him a superman. Bodybuilding I wanted to do. I discover myself in gym. Its like a child's playground for me. And then people came and said "you don't have a good body, what bloody gym you do, you don't look good at all."
Fun is in going and telling them on their faces "look now what I have done." But it doesn't stop there. Surely God gave man a mouth to just bark. There were days when they said a IFBB pro looks better than me. And then the chase started for IFBB. Some people do shut up their mouth. Some are so shameless that they just don't.

Spend hours in gym, grinding the muscles with the heaviest weights the body can tolerate. And smile cause it drives a psycho in you. And then idiots come and eat your head with their idiotic opinions. Surely if it would have been so easy it wouldn't have taken ten years for anyone to rule on Mr Olympia stage. Be it Phil or Jay cutler or Dorian yates. Surely Dorian rightly said "small minds cannot comprehend bigger spirits. Be ready to be hated misunderstood and mocked if you wish to be different.."

And then the struggle with money. At hospital they expect one kind of superman. At gym they expect the other kind. But they just want to see a superman. A 15 gcs patient collapses and passes away just under the nose without a trace. A ckd bipolar guy bleeds and bleeds till the ionotropes are of no help and we kept banging our heads to find the cause of thrombocytopenia. The kid died as we didn't know the paediatric doses. 200 intubations in one year at neigrihms and if you fail to intubate a convulsing child just because you didn't know how to sedate him. That child also bled. You cannot keep embracing failures everytime. A stranger walked into emergency and collapsed of myocardial infarction, complaining to abdomen pain, until the ecg showed st changes and I just stood there helpless. Another stranger brought into icu kept shouting he can't breathe until we intubated him and lost him in five minutes. He was a HIV positive case. He had no one. He was just a truck driver, brought by a fellow truck driver. His parents in some Rajasthan village had no knowledge he was in shillong. A 19 years xdr tb 5 months pregnant girl died right infront vomiting blood like anything and the nurses refused to go near her as she was xdr tb. family abandoned her. That kid was an autistic child, only child of his parents. And then the consultant comes and tells "everything happens for a reason. Find the reason and treat the cause. thats why you are a doctor."

Parents want son to do a pg in good clinical branch and marry another doctor to give birth to more doctors. And practise in Bengal where the common man thinks he/she knows everything. 

When you stand on the stage, people wish to see a Jay Cutler everytime. Not knowing what it took Jay to become like that. Eventually when they come to know how to create a body like that then they say its an expensive hormone game.

You cannot run away from critics everytime. Some assholes will always criticize you.

That day in gym we hummed the tunes of someday by flipsyde "someday we will dance with the lions."

Its tough to be alone. Keep grinding the day alone. Wishing some day we will surely dance with the lions. haha. Working in hospital is surely a means to fulfill the expenditure of the thankless expensive bodybuilding dream. But in hospital you cannot pose blank when some one walks to you as you are their only ray of hope.
If you are practising in Shillong, you are supposed to get the finest touch mankind when a dead patient's relative walks to you, holds your hands and smiles and solemnly says "thank you doctor, you have done your best." Its a far godly approach than the uncivilized people of bengal who break hospital properties when patient dies.

In the end. They expect a superman everywhere. Its not difficult to turn back the pages of mathews or kd tripathi and know how the bipolar patient on phenytoin to control his seizures developed gum hypertrophy, screwed his liver, developed bleeding disorder and bled like anything. Still the cause of thrombocytopenia remained unknown. You just have to open the books. Grind the muscles in gym. Follow the work ethic. The result shows. There is nothing called miracle. Everything happens for a reason. If someone likes you its because you are a superman. If you are not its otherwise. I do miss her. Her daughter is four months now. I feel bad for my parents.

This year was pretty cold in Shillong. Loneliness is creeping into me so as is frustration. The body is not growing upto the mark so as to win. No doubt I am back to blogging.

These two tracks were very nice House MD, civil twilight human and into dust.

Let Me Do Bodybuilding

Scribbling after so long. The mobile phone network facilities are like the government of India, too many promises and propaganda, least help for the common man. Sitting here in heart of Kolkata and my airtel internet is problematic. Shillong was better. I am going back there. Happy resolution.

Waiting for new saddle bags, bike gloves, mask, one new tank bag. And then I will be riding back. This will be a long ride after a long time. Bodybuilding had me occupied for the past two years. But no complaints. I loved bodybuilding. Always wanted to do it. Going ahead for that.

Ok Anirban sir clicked only five snaps of mine on Mr Meghalaya occasion. Well his captures are better than Stevie Sir ones of Ironman Classic. But Stevie sir did his best to capture my all poses.
Speaking of bodybuilding. Today I will initiate with the holy lines "the universe falls in love with stubborn hearts." Take another one "every champion was once a contender who refused to give up." the former line was maybe from Paulo Coelho. The later one is Rocky Balboa I think. I was the champion on the night of 21 october 2017 in Aurobindo Auditorium Shillong. No matter what the people say I will rest with final words 'it was a miracle.' Santosh didn't come up because of his ill health. Sohail targeted some other competition. With these two top competitors not competing I knew it was my night. One huge guy did come up, Andrew named him 'truck'. The guy was more than 40 years old, had experience and qualified for international level competitions. God knows why he came up on Mr Meghalaya stage. It was like some nuclear physicist sitting to write a maths exam with first standard students. I stood behind him watched him solo posing. I realised instead of criticising him I should take a lesson out of him that next time I face guys like him or better than him I should be able to show them the backstage door. He deserved criticism for standing in way of amateurs like us. That work was done by my fellow people. Thanks to them.

Well I planned my return. But I am looking at a drought, again. I remember the October month of 2016. I had no money. No job. No house. Mr Meghalaya was in November. Neigrihms joining was awaited and delaying on account of durga puja dusshera holidays. Sometimes I realise these festivals just turn up to delay the office works. I resigned from Nazareth on account of the rude behaviour of the administrator. Then I became Chris Gardener of Pursuit Of Happyness. Baia kept telling me to stop bodybuilding. I was reluctant. On the stage of Mr Meghalaya 2016, I did look like a potato. I am a bengali, being a potato is in my gene. After the show I returned to see myself in mirror and I told myself I won't quit. I told Baia I will compete again next year. She was angry. At most of the situations I kept referring to movies. Dad said no bodybuilding. I became like Niki Lauda walking out of his house determined to race. I remember how I used to keep Baia waiting for me in Galaxy gym while I told her to let me finish my work out. Santosh used to walk to me smiling and telling me "she is here bro." She was always supportive for me. Right from the first day I had told her bodybuilding will always be my first preference, anything else will come secondary, so never complain about it. And she kept her word. At the restaurants she used to see me starve myself, on account of dieting. She was my tutor at home. She was apt in picking up my flaws while posing. Like my parents and fellow Doctors, she also always wished me to do pg. When I was planned to leave shillong to come kolkata in October 2017 to pursue pg she said she was elated. She started saying she would be missing me. I had planned my return to Shillong the moment I took the cab to airport from police bazaar. Just that the return happened with in one month. When I told her I cancelled my pg plans for bodybuilding, she said ok. I wonder why did I think of leaving the three months extension option of neigrihms and returned to Kolkata just to return in one month. She couldn't make it to any of my bodybuilding competitions till now. Yet she used to keep praying and she would start messaging about the results. If the results went well it would end with celebrations and photography like in Mr Meghalaya. If results went otherwise it would end with me walking out with a down face. Well to tell you the truth, you can asses the results in tanning area itself. And if you are aware of some powerpuff competitors, like when I had spotted Sohail in tanning area in Ironman Classic I realised he was the champ. After that the stage is just for the last rituals. Use the lights. You have practised the posings well, so go on the stage and entertain the audience and show the judges what you are. The fight is won or lost far away from the witness in the gym, before I dance under those lights - Muhammad Ali. His lines have always been motivating any gym enthusiast. Sohail came to me in the back stage on Mr Meghalaya to check my posing again. That was a nice sportsmanship.

Leaving the Galaxy gym and joining Iron House gym in Rynjah was the turning point decision. I remember I walked in the Iron House, met Bransley and fired the first question at him "how much weight can your leg press machine carry?" He looked at me for a moment and said "this is a heavy duty machine, it is very good." I replied "Will it tolerate 800 kgs?" He was silent for some seconds and then smiled and said "you please come in morning and meet my dad and talk to him."
Next day morning I was there at 7 am, met uncle, he always carries a smile on his face. His first notion at me was "yeah I remember you, you looked like a potato on the stage of Mr Meghalaya." Thats how I collected the reference for myself "potato on stage in 2016, champion of champions in 2017." Does sound arrogant I know. But its true.
Anyway I missed working out with Santosh though. In gym if you have someone going parallel to you or someone doing better than you, you get the boost. In Iron House gym I was the king. The gym looked at me as the possible contender for trophy as the gym didn't have anyone yet who could have brought home the trophy. The only person who pushed me to extreme in Iron house was Mantre, his struggle during cut down phase before Ironman Classic in September 2017. Mantre was very young. Was introduced to bodybuilding by Javed. They never bulked up. Never acquired the size of a bodybuilder, fitted well in a state level low weight category, but they were sculpted best for a Physique competition. Mantre hit the gold in Physique division in Mr Meghalaya in October 2017. The way the guy dragged himself into the gym in evening when already the morning workout weariness hadn't left his face then. Then with dry sunken face he used to look around and struggled with his work out. I looked at him and used to tell myself 'if he can do it why not me.' This line has killed the young generation, especially in India. But the line went "if he/she can do it why not you." This line was blown on our faces by our parents. Basically for exam marks. I don't know how many times I got to hear it from my parents. Now my dad has become a little tired of spelling his those cherished words, simply because he realised I no longer wish to be compared to his selection of scholars. Nowadays I prefer to blast my ass in gym with corrected version of the very same 'if he can do it why not me.'

Neigrihms contract finished. Nazareth won't take me. Looking at Bethany Supercare and DHS office, to, redeem my bodybuilding dreams. Shillong house rents are pretty high. My dad tells me with that much rent I can get a 3 bhk flat on tenth floor in posh areas of Kolkata. Bodybuilding is an expensive thankless sport. Quoted by dear Andrew Bareh. Correction from me. It is not a sport. But it indeed is expensive and thankless. A person does it simply because he/she loves to do it. It is the art of sculpting. Cited by Arnold Schwarzenegger. But that sculpting process takes the whole toll on a person. In India where a person's ability to chase passion is just dying. This one adduced by my Henry Nongrum Sir. Not quite so. My cousin, Shaswata Roy, breezed his way into Chennai IIT in his first attempt without any coaching, preparing at home, and he is never satisfied with his performance, he never likes anyone to speak high about him nor does he ever wish to say what he has achieved. He just knows his next destination thats all what matters to him. He is happy when he is let to do what he is doing. He is focused. Its something like Sachin Tendulkar, you let him bat for the nation and he is the happiest person in the world. Records don't matter to him. So basically if your passion is something to do with studies, that will be welcomed by the Indian society. But if it is anything other than studies, it becomes controversial. And being born in a Bengali family I am facing this problem like hell now. Sat with books after so long past few days, mugging up for pg entrance exam, felt like I am being forced to swallow 10 kgs bitter gourd in one sitting. Went to a nearby gym in evening, after 20 minutes when the endorphin kicked in, I just realised how much I missed Iron house gym in rynjah.
My dad wishes to buy me a car in attempts to prevent me from leaving home. And I want to go back to Shillong. I wish my dad would spare me half of that car money so that I can thrive my bodybuilding on it. Surely if you stay in north east for two years, you will only be diagnosed as mad to leave that place to set your tent in kolkata mumbai chennai etc. Yesterday I got fined thousand rupees by kolkata traffic police for a hopeless reason. The shillong traffic police was better. No work gets done in kolkata on time. Heat, dust, arrogant people broadcasting their stupid opinions on the road. And inside the house, mosquitoes. Every official is corrupted. Everyone is lazy. People here just love to eat and sleep. No doubt West Bengal should be renamed as tummy land, the grand house of diabetes and hypertension. And people will have problem if I say I wish to do bodybuilding, I want to go back to Meghalaya where people aren't so lazy like here. Last evening I messaged Baia 'nothing seems right with this world.' When I wished to marry her, our religious and community differences crept in. Bengali parents need to be addressed that education wasn't meant to make their daughters and sons doctors and IITians, but to evolve their thinking process.
Maybe I should tag myself now as 'married to bodybuilding.'
Thinking of going for national level body, I have to build a thing like Sunit Jadhav. The guy is a masterpiece. With my height maybe if I bring a Lee Priest thing on the stage then maybe some chances are there. And it takes years to sculpt anything that we worship, be it the Lee Priest or Phil Heath. I cannot stand like a mass monster on the stage, though I wish to be one, like Dorian Yates, Roelly Winklar. With my height I should look forward to be a giant killer instead. Lee Priest was the giant killer. They have started calling William Bonac giant killer now although he looks like a giant himself. Or refer to the 212 category guys. Flex Lewis. He is a big time motivation. He should look to Hadi Choopan now. I don't know why Hidetada Yamagashi never opted for 212 category.
And then I wish if my parents had supported me for bodybuilding. I just envy Bransley how his dad prompts him for bodybuilding competitions. I feel I was born in wrong part of the world. I should have followed Batiston Sir's advice much earlier to go to Shillong for bodybuilding.

Maybe this time when I ride to Shillong I will listen to Guns n Roses song "Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and girls are pretty ... " Two Steps From Hell and Audiomachine tracks kept me going on in gym these past two years. I selected To the Victory track from Two Steps From Hell for my solo posing. Lets never mark out the Hans Zimmer Lost But Won track from the movie Rush. That beautiful combination of Ron Howard and Hans Zimmer creeps under the skin during the endurance work outs.

'What's going on.. '

Urging to go back on long rides. The gym has captivated me. I want to grow big, huge.. like the Mr. Olympia contestants. Thats not easy.

Sometimes I just sit and tell myself 'its all about stuffs you push into your body.' Sounds unfair though. But when you get the kick in gym, its feels like as if you have discovered God. Its addictive.

Not sure what's gonna be more addictive for me, staying and working in Shillong or life discovered as a free bird on my thunderbird. Hope the second one works better. Yet looking at the summer heat baking the rest of India I tell myself Shillong is good. 

Suffering a nasal congestion and Cherry snapped at me "go more on long rides" as if my bike rides were responsible for my urti. Everytime I get a fever I try to figure out which patient gifted me the thing. Talking about bike rides, realized one heavenly thing : nothing makes you happier than reviving your bike back after an accident.

The last bike ride to Jowai made me feel the happiness of being single more, being irresponsible, being free. Twisting and turning through the green hills, turning your head to lust the pretty valleys glimmering under the clouded sunshine, songs running from your headphone. Robbie williams feel, angel, chayiya chayiya, this song does knock rolls while biking in Cherrapunji, some Emraan hashmi movie songs, Kishore kumar songs, ah well last time I kept singing Mere naseeb mai ae dost tera pyaar nahi.. Some how from some where the forlorn ghosts always manage to creep in. Whatever.

Nowadays if somebody yips at me at my future family plans I yap back "do I look like a guy who wants to get married." 

In short, life is good here. Nice emergency duty. Nice working environment except few assholes around, you can't get a perfect scenario anywhere though. Learning things even though I don't get time to open books at all. Nice climate. Above all.. Peace. Probably living a dream era with a dream body in making. Or who gets to work out in the most hot shot gym of the city with anabolics on the run. Probably the best place to bike around. 

And yet all good things must come to an end. And the end is knocking with pg dreams ahead. I don't know what will life be as a medical officer forever. Lord knows what will happen to our college pg seats. If that goes away, again opening books is tough to imagine presently.

Tonight at the gym one new guy was being instructed by everyone about the correct posture on T bar. It rather had turned into a hilarious moment. Gym freaks. Somehow out of the busy responsibility filled life of everyone of these people, they take out time to sweat it all out and enjoy their time in the Galaxy gym. The song running at the moment was 4 Non blondes What's up. Looking at the new fellow surely it was a what's up scenario. I said hey whats going on. Thats a nice song. Or rather I should be reminded of Emi waking up with a muddled face at 3 am on emergency table when a gasping patient brought in. Emi woke up with a gesture "whats going on.."