With the rising of new dawn,
gives hope to the new day, new beginning and a new adventure but as journey
goes on, day set of with the sun getting
dipped behind the mountains(or hills in case of India) pulled
by the dusk. Opening the eyes, hostel becoming alive with the voices of
different land creatures all settled up here in the knowledge giving home, I
too open my chinky eyes. My body factory of bones and muscles sets into work
for the day. As soon as I wake, recite some prayer and coop into the bathroom
for showering and then provide my oral cavity with some delicious ingredients,
may not be, into it in the mess. Coming back, stare at my still dredged into
dream roommate with only innerwear upon his lower part of the body. Again do my
daily job of sprinkling some H2O onto my
hair and style it left and right with the gel(I use hair oil). Going into my
wardrobe, I see collar shirts and formal pants hanged, choose for the one I
haven’t worn in the previous day, fit it into my thick, large diameter thighs
and abdomen. Upon my upper part, I add a white apron representing a medical
community and then wait for my two fellow mates to ride our way to the college
for the class.
On the way, our shiny shoes get powdered by the dry sands and
reach to the class fully made up. There we encounter our another two fellow,
now they are not masculine, they are soft and high pitched creatures in our
class. Yes, they are girls. Five of us, only five of us in the class and that
also all Bhutanese. No seniors, no juniors( yet to come),no international
students, no faculties separately, no college segmented, just and just five of
us. But a wonderful, joking, laughing, fighting, getting angry ,small, happy
family we are. Learning together, leaning when bored together on the table, day
dreaming together, bunking together, having juice and lassi together and egg
puff not to be forgotten also together. Memories made within these seven months
in our college life and yet to be made in another two and half years. We are
not recognized much in our college being small in number and course started
newly. We are also not recognized in
college activities, didn’t receive a fresher’s welcome party like our other
course mates did and also unlike them,
we could not spot our self inside the quarterly magazine named NECTER which is
usually filled with new faces of the year. That was a melancholy thing for we
guys felt as if we aren’t there. That
was just merely a luck(sad one) for we didn’t have any seniors and the course
was a fresh one.
Within this seven months, though not entertained as how we
expected the college environment to be, as the passing time, we gained the
anatomical wisdom by Madam Sudha on Monday, pathological knowledge by Mr. Basavraj
on Tuesday, biochemical history of body by joined faculty of biochemistry
department on Wednesday, studies on bacteriological creatures by Mr. Anand on
Thursday, physiological functions of the body
by Sir. Majunath and on Saturday, join medicine community for learning
various national and international health programmes. That trend kept going on weeks by weeks and months by months
till this stage where we five have become the most wanted guest in the college
as we are taught upon by many professors.. Not only that, sometimes we gather
the intellectual knowledge of more the one faculty as PGs(post graduates) also teach us. Compared
to the number of learners in our course, number of faculties are more which is
of more entertaining to our learning surrounding as what counts more in the end
is the basic motto of all education system “learn to excel”. Coming this far
from our home land, we are here to learn and with our best strength, will try to excel and go back to our place by
printing smiles on our masters. Carrying degree certificate in our hand and a
certified knowledge in our brain, we dream to serve our nation to promote the principles
and philosophies of Gross National Happiness.
Rough sketch of my MLT Group
(Medical Laboratory technology)
I am not included there as i did that sketch.
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