KEMU Lahore Apr 21..There was a refreashing outburst of rain and everyone was enthralled. The sun has been constantly draining our energies for a month.Summers are really violent here in Lahore;the sun baked roads,congested traffic and short tempers make the scene gloomy.We also need some respite from our hactic scedules;a sigh of relief or a moment of thrill.Really studying so many things in so trying conditions really sucks the life out of you;Yeah its true!!!...
By Fatima Rumesa of First Year.FaithHe looked at her,then at the glass,half filled with water,with inquisitive eyes,he asked her,so what do you think?Half empty or half full?She smiled and replied,with a mysterious air.'it is full'He looked at her in wonder.'Half filled as water and half as air'she went on.'We tend to forget the unseen,and pretend it aint here.'He kept on looking at her,not knowing what to say,of her optimism,or her blind faith.In a simple way,she...
Note:All facts in this article are real, no exaggeration :) so be fair in your decisionI.Anatomy Department: Our very own, beloved anatomy department, which used to be a safe harbour for poor, helpless, inflicted students like "US" ofcourse, is no more the same. The serenity has gone away with the winds ;) I assume some dirty pigeons have flown from some other department (i hope u better know where pigeons are found in excess) carrying...
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By Tayyab Ilyas of 1st YearCrossing the RoadsPassing along the lane,for a special gain,I took a good aim,goin to the same,wanted by my father,where the people gather,nothin meant for matter,people do only flatter,My teeth started clattering,my heart started flapping,people kept on clapping,I believed in slapping,Crossing the road I went to place,Where i had to stay,a long time of gay,for a life time play,People started to delay,I used to flay,I used to relay,For a bad time...
"From inability to let well alone;from too much zeal for the new and contempt for what is old;from putting knowledge before wisdom, science before art, and cleverness before common sense, from treating patients as cases,and from making the cure of the disease more grievous than the endurance of the same,Good Lord, deliver us."Sir Robert Grieve HutchisonBritish Medical Journal, 1953; 1: 671.Hat`tip: Dr Bilquis of East Medicine. ...
By Fatima Akbar Shah of 2nd Year.Trudging through the pavilions of university at times I look back to those times when a mere candy and juice sufficed to my pleasure. My mom would run after me as I was about to leave the home in the rush for school open her clenched fist on my palm. I danced a jig at the moment and gloom of going to school vanished for everyday a new candyland...
By Zara Naveed of First yearThe first day I came to KEMU,I promptly went back. Why, you wonder? Trained to jump to the worst conclusions after all those years in this paranoid place, you may ask, "Was I suffering from a form of brain rot so severe, t he professors hastily sent me packing? "Or was I picked out by Sir Azhar and sent to Kakool for some real time "commando action"? No. I just...
By Zara Naveed of First YearAn unwelcome intruder shook up the whole place. KEMU's parking lot witnessed a scene it had never chanced to see since those two-sided dustbins were installed there. She threatened to sue the van driver,the government,the eighth dimension and every parallel world in existence.The Intruder also checked all the water filters near Patiala block.While doing so, she was heard muttering, "MUST find! Must find the portal back to my world". She...
By Abdul Rehman Afzal of 2nd Year.“Yahoo………!” I exclaimed thrice (as if performing some ritual) as a friend of mine showed me the sms he had received from Mr. Zubair of Physio dept. I was with him to cheer him up in his badminton match at 11.15pm which was to start shortly (though another friend n me have actually gone to the badminton court to see our friend losing from a senior and make fun...
Ever wondered why this place never has washed wash rooms? Well, legend has it, that more than a century ago…Owing to cheap cement and hollow bricks, Anarkali by way of constant digging with her bare hands over many years, had managed to scramble free of her imprisonment. She’d just reunited with her dear Jahangir, but before much could be said or done, she voiced an immediate concern; she had to go. Jahangir thought of no...
The Anonymous SophomoreI don’t know how or why it all happens, but this ‘fit’ often takes me by surprise, and I believe that the same is the case with any ‘normal’ human being inhabiting this earth. All of a sudden I realize that my ATP levels have subsided to zero, or even below it and my mind and body execute a conjoint protest: ‘enough is enough!’ These are the moments when I just don’t want...
You know what's the most unusual sound in a Physio lecture-theater? Students cheering, that's what! That those victims of extortion could find anything to smile about within those confines of unflinchingly rigid ideals is something that's a little hard to digest... especially if you haven't had breakfast. So there I was the other day in one of our 8 o' clock Physio lectures, trying unsuccessfully to ward off my chronic somnolence, when this sudden roar...
By the Anonymous Sophomore.When I talk of ‘cultures’, please don’t be pushed into the delusion that I’m going to give an account of some annual or monthly or even weekly practices observed by my class. Rather we’ll be contented only if we observe them on daily basis and this ensures that we keep in intact form the ‘cultural heritage’ of our seniors. A gist of the cultures prevalent in second year these days is as...
Nothings gonna change my worldFull of sorrowsMeager of happinessI am listening to the winds of changeCarrying blossoms of blooming flowersChirping birds,green mountainsI am mesmerized and petrifiedI wish I could change my lifea bit,for a while.....a whileI wish I could sink deepinto the sea of dreamsDreams of someone who could change my lifeWho could say: Your highnessI will take you away from sorrowsI will give you my hand for a thousand timesWho could call me Amymy...
The ripped and burnt notice of KELS Essay Competition on Biomedical Ethics (Abortion and Euthanasia) speaking for itself.The intolerance, the aversion to discourse, how did we end up like this?"In the Middle Ages they would have burned me. Now they are content with burning my books." Sigmund Freud ...
Human psyche is really tough to understand. sometimes u just get stunned by how you change in itsy bitsy of moment and take full 180ْ turn….and the biggest example of this phenomenon is when you are talking about your institution… Everyone at K.E. comment on every bad aspect of it while sitting with friends, from wrong test dates to non-cooperative attitude of departments, from old building to smallest cafeteria, from small grounds to such short...
"Physio Dept, KEMU"The first thing that comes to your mind after reading the above line might be of some beautiful and antique structure where basics are taught, but for those who have spent their terrible days in that blood sucking environment is nothing.......except MENTAL TORTURE!!!people with expressionless faces, evil smiles, strict attitude, who are desperate to eat your brain and let you die a slow and painful death... (a perfect nightmare)..During my past four months...
An Anonymous sophomore contributor. (Poor kids, scared for their lives!)Daac Saab! Get Out! “Yes you, you also stand up and leave the class!” Ma’am Imrana pointed towards me with a pencil which at that instant seemed to be an unsheathed shimmering dagger ready to attack. “O God! Not a-g-a-i-n!” I sighed to myself as my hands impulsively brought the register (the only object that I prefer bringing to the university) to my face. I felt...
By Asad Ahmad of 2nd Year.Our life seems uncertain; like a bumpy road to a distant town; r like a small ferry journey in an ocean. Some consider it monotonous and therefore just like a cycle of events...But I think that my life is too spontaneous to call it boring....It has colours and contrasts; crisp and full of enthralling experiences... Sometimes if only we observe our surroundings we get fun!!! Like when you are walking...
This is a post by Romaisa Khalid of 4th year. (Of course, only someone studying Community Medicine could have come up with this!)TitlePsychosocial determinants of rush at zero point in kem urban (most of the times rural) communityIntroductionDef."A place which is most commonly filled in by boys and now a days some of the girls around 10:15 till 2o clock until and unless some of them have their MAJOR wards."Extent of problem.The exact figures of...
The irony of vacations in medical colleges is more than I can bear. No matter how generous or how magnanimous or how utterly, impossibly, graciously large-hearted they seem on the surface, you can always smell the rotten stench of underhandedness beneath it all. Oh sure, they tell you it’s spring, the season of love, hope and joy and since the confines of a medical university can or should or do NOT seem appropriate for any...
Hmm…I never wanted to be a doctor. Melodramatic... yes I know! But the only reason was that all my friends wanted to be doctors and since I had to do something unique and challenging so I gave up on being a doc. (Don't ask what I planned instead) ;) However as I grew up I could not stop loving biology especially human biology. O how much I hated that chapter ”KINGDOM PLANTAE” in F.Sc, only...
23rd December , a day to remember, well yes that my sweetys birthday, but 23rd December /06, a day when more than 250 Demons Devils Lucifers n all the Trite Souls, with a silent scream were thrown in a magic lamp for the next 5years..."Hopefully” Magic lamp, sounds interesting honey? Try sniffing it. The reek of stale sweat in lecture theatres, the stench of dissection hall, the putrid cadavers, fetor of formalin, malodour of autopsy...
Just another Wednesday… well not exactly. The day before the much awaited spring break was an event in its own right. With the interclass declamation (I being one of those organizers who were MIA most of the time) and the dreaded eye ward test ( I flashed that light in my patient’s eye so many times I gave him what was equivalent to laser surgery!) I had plenty to keep me busy. And, as usual,...
"I never wanted to be a doctor"."Medicine is trash.""K.E was never the place I had dreamt of" "I wanted to be an artist but landed at KE :( "."Oh! This medical life sucks.""Why on earth are we becoming doctors?""I accidentally entered into K.E and there is no going back now :(" [As if someone pushed you suddenly while you were sipping 'kino mussammi' outside Patiala gate and you slipped into K.E!]"My parents wanted me to...
But in a hospital one learns that cheerfulness is one's salvation; for, in an atmosphere of suffering and death, heaviness of heart would soon paralyze usefulness of hand, if the blessed gift of smiles had been denied us.A Modern Cinderella ...
Among the many mysteries that surround the healing arts, the most compelling and time-consumingly distracting is of course one that’s the most obvious and makes no sense whatsoever: namely, when do you become a doctor? To put it more philosophically, when does a neophyte know that the proverbial moment of truth has arrived in his life? That he has finally been initiated into the much revered, Hippocratic pantheon of healers? How can he tell? When...
