Dear Aunty! I have been infuriated at some of my girl class fellows over the past two months. Our lecture hall’s quite small and many a times they even occupy the benches that are specified for the fast-becoming RARE SPECIES at KE; BOYS. This makes things even more dismal if you are 10 min late into the first lecture. L Sitting on the stairs doesn’t seem good, since you don’t have any desk/support to put...
THE TENs Ten things I love about Kemcolians: 1. Amazing sense of direction: When standing infront of Ghari ward they ask “Baji where is medicine ward!” When infront of Pathology they demand where is pathology lab. When infront of Facility area they demand to know where can they get a printing facility. And most importantly they are confused which one is the zero point and which one its anti. Such sweet, loveable simplicity, like that...
Just sharing a thought by Paulo Coelho, considering how many of us would have run and what would have our reason been??? Who would have yielded to fear, and who to vanity? A group of monks from the monastery of Sceta – among them the great Abbot Nicerius – were walking in the Egyptian desert when a lion appeared before them. Terrified, they all began to run. Years later, when Nicerius was on his death...
Clueless and confused, like lost souls with emotions running just skin deep While actions, nothing, but regrets reap with every move being an aberration and contemplation unveiling revelations with thoughts referred to as naive Despite explanations, still questions raised Yet we move on, stumbling and staggering Endeavouring despite tumbling and scattering Not knowing where to do we head All our choices, with misfortune met If only we could find directions If only we could answer...
A Series By Ibrahim Raza (1st Year MBBS) CHAPTER 1“…Pakistan…”, I mumbled. ”What!.....what did you just said…..are you out of your mind….no…no…never. You asked for Russia…fine….for….Ethiopia…o.k. fine……and now you’re asking me for a tourism or whatever trip to Pakistan…..IMPOSSIBLE!...”,my mother had flushed with anger when she came to know of my next ever craziest idea. “But, moooommmmm……..” I sung in the most sweetest tone. “Alex, do you really want to put yourself into this trouble...
By Syed Asad (2nd Year MBBS) A soldier, standing on the border, aware of the thing that a bullet from his enemy can take his life away and can make his family alone in this cruel world. Even after winning a war against his enemy, a colonel has tears in his eyes and says that my men died and I did not. Who know these soldiers? Who know many people like these who live for...
By Sheikh Raza Shahzad (1st Year MBBS) Wonder-struck, I kicked off by scanning the eerie ambiance over the stretch of lush green. The shards of gray took toll pronto as the sun slyly drifted below the horizon. Rustling leaves came to a halt as the breeze pledged allegiance to not caress them any longer. Spitting rain were clouds too gloomy for my liking. The downpour was frightening chilly.Shivering to resuscitate normal body temperature was a man...
By Sheikh Raza Shahzad (1st Year MBBS) Sometimes our circumstances pester us to the point of thoughtfully musing the perpetual absentia of someone whose departure made our then complete lives, incomplete. So much so that you wake up in the middle of the night to yourself only to question the frailty of your own temporary being. Had it been for an elixir of life at our disposal confirming our longevity, we would have been basking in...
By Hammad Shafi (1st Year) There came a time When i committed a crime Crime of being what we are Crime of seeing what we are. Particles of dust Nothing...but lust. Amorphous wisps of smoke And twigs of trees that broke. Figures of ambiguity Dreamers without satiety No signs of chastity Just shrines of piety. Devoid of fraternity Blind of morality. Hollow Hollow Hollow Got a guide, but who'd follow! Dark Black Senseless hearts Minds...
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Case#1: Filmy Fysio An extra large, upsized salaam to all you bachoongras from your Aunty jan. This week we have an anonymous subscriber to the column writing in to share a problem which quite a few of you all must be going through. Let's hear it from the horse's mouth then: "Dear Aunty, The spring break has long ended I cannot help but lament the...
By Sidrah Latif 4th Year and Farkhanda Qaiser 3rd Year For the first time ever, the KELS blog, KELLOGS (www.kemkellogs.blogspot.com) and the annual magazine of KEMU, KEMCOL will be collaborating to ensure that the literary talent of KE is well recognized not only by the kemcolians but also all over the world. So, all you budding writers out there, gear up and let your creative juices flow. Whether you write a beautifully worded and brilliantly...
By Sidrah Latif Of 4th yr p { margin-bottom: 0.08in; } It was 10 am, today, Friday 6th April 2012 and I was sitting with mama in front of television where she was awaiting her much-awaited Azizi (she watches it in repeat telecast only because she still can not stay up that late as the program airs!). It was as always, our time of a family laugh together, and so obviously it was deeply...
Poem " IT RAINED TODAY"It rained today,after months of waiting.I didn't feel the clouds come,Till my soul itself was drenched.I've got my Rainbow back,Should I wear it like a crown?Or put it in my tea?Drinking rainbow-coloured drinks,For all Eternity.It rained,Oh How it Rained!I've finally realized,That God never meant me,to be dry,or under-sized,Cramped,or standardized.My own sweet set of "talents",Whatever they may be,Never served me better than,Now,for they have set me free.My "talent",(nothing special),Of smiling,trying to smile,I...
1. Tell a Universal Story Generally speaking, I set out to write easy-to-read, entertaining, original love stories with a poignant endings, ones that generate genuine emotion – with universal themes and universal characters. In terms of style, I attempt to write with efficiency, conciseness, and originality in uncluttered, vigorous prose. The same is true when telling stories through photographs – be efficient, concise, original, and uncluttered. Take photos that show genuine emotion, and keep them...
p { margin-bottom: 0.08in; } (A farewell tribute to G.C.U.) By Syed Ahmad Raza Of 1st yr. The sun steals a look through the borders of the far off mountains as if hesitant to rise this morning. It knows that its unveiling shall commence a system of relations- some flourishing, some diminishing. A portion of its radiation seeps through one of the windows of one of the houses, where a mother lies asleep...
