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October 1995, I was hardly 7. A movie made waves; an on-screen couple was in news. I almost fought with my dad to watch it. Barely had I known that this was the star who will be my first love EVER. 1997, I was 9. A musical and a trio with the king of romance, a gala music that was, songs that made us tap feet. That was when I noticed his aura. 1998, I was 10 and a bit mature. A debutant director and his favorite actors on the block came out with a new definition of love, “Pyaar Dosti Hai”; and here I was, truly, madly and deeply in love the King of Bollywood, SHAHRUKH KHAN! There has been something uniquely special about him. He exuberates a magnanimous persona. Not that he looks dashing and hot, but he is lovable, likeable like anything. His dimples have been something to die for. His face so cute, his hair so nice and his smile just so awesome. Everything about him has been perfect, perfect for all those who are maaaad about him. None made me love like he did, none...

She was shy, he was introvert. It was just another day for both of them as it had become a regular deal for both of them. Going through the same this every fortnight for last 2 months, both were still anxious, “Will this be the last time? Or one more chance?” Left in a room, he just looked up to have a look at her. She seemed nervous. He thought may be he should start, but withdrew the thought again. Giving a second chance to himself, he blurted, “The bio-data has it all what parents wish to know and it suits apt. I just want to know your expectations from me as a partner.” A bit hesitant, knowing it was a decision for a lifetime, she responded, “I just wish that however it is, we go through it together and with a smile always.” That small answer and both somehow knew they were the right choice for each other. With a smile both of them came out of the room giving a nod to the respective parents. And here it was! They made a pact for a lifetime. To spend the rest of the life toge...

Delighted but dismayed. Happy but sad. A state of varied feelings it is. MEDICON 2012 is making us feel this all and I guess everyone associated with it agrees with me. 5 th International Students Research Conference, Medicon 2012 has been a part of us for months together now. It was seeded in Jan. Slowly grew to have just a few branches. And in the last of the phases, it bloomed to be BIG giant tree. With a fistful of people at 1 st place, boggling our minds, we just tried to figure out things. Understanding what is to be done was a pain onto itself. 100s of emails, meetings, calls, etc, etc. so much so was there to take care of. Every time a new person joined, explaining the crux made us ponder over it so much that we could even talk about it even through sleep. Meeting and corresponding with one of the best people in the field was the best part of it all. Last month before the Showtime, we spent sleepless nights; working in our own small room we named the “Conference S...

Sitting alongside Kyra on the banks of Ganga… So peaceful this is. But jolly n jovial that Kyra is, how could she let me sit n relax coz Fun in the Sun is her motto. She took my hand and dragged me into the waters. Rishikesh was never so alive when all alone. It always meant peace to me with the silence of the Ganges. Early morning when the sun just shows up into this side of sphere, she is all set. All set with her screen to the scorch and give a face to face to him and challenge him more and more to ply her and yet come out victorious. Sweat trickled through me when she gave me a hint of what all she had in mind for me for the day. The heat scared me. But that was never an issue for this gorgeous gal. With her iPod in the kitty and shorts tucked up, Kyra took me to the banks of free flowing waters. Reluctant to step into the waters, I just kept that distance from the water and stayed in the shades to save myself from the Sun. But she was not someone who could be stopped from g...

Inside it felt guarded. But it was wondering how it must be being outside. At times it even thought it is just not let to pave its way out. It even intended to go against and face the reality. However the calyces knew it isn’t the time and kept the petals well secured. And merry but sad at times, petals awaited the moment to come they’ll see the World. A bright morning, the sun clutched those petals and opened up the calyces. It was finally out… out in the factual World. It dreamt a lot about the World being so beaming. It perceived outdoors to be beautiful with thousand like it and all simple sweet and sober as it was. The others would be grateful to have it with them. Even the other genre will be happy to have a new company. So positive and so appealing it thought the planet is. As it unfolded itself, its dream dissolved and reality pinched it hard. The devilish voice from a distant says, “Welcome!” The flower bloomed but scarily. It still had hopes for the positives. And ...

“C’mon gal, it’s just the smoke and not dope.” I was not at all heeding to what he said. I turned to the opposite side. He came to the other side. “Once won’t make you an addict.” I still resisted and he persisted. “It’s nothing illegal lass, so many do it.” I finally broke my silence, “Listen! Stop pestering me. If I have said a ‘no’ that means a NO! Get that!” and walked away. I have heard about the goodness of this smoke. But I know it is injurious to health. Even the packet shows this statutory warning. Still for the so-called ecstasy of it, people don’t hesitate to inhale one. And that first time for many becomes like the continuation to a new phase, the addict phase. However, this can or will never drive me to take a puff. I retort, detest all because I am a medico and have learnt and seen the aftereffects of this euphoria. At first it is awesome, but in the passing years it becomes a necessity and at last it becomes the reasons for death pretty early. ...