Wherein Lies Beauty.

I see each rectus contacting, the trochlea pulling, the pupils widening, the humour flowing - the discs glowing. I look into your eyes. I see love. Right there between the orbital fissures. Plastered on the conjunctiva for all to see. Through the optic canal is my passage to your mind. Your Iris drowns me in colour as I flow through your rainbow. Your pupil hangs me like a doll. Your retina catches me in the net that branches with my love for you. And when our eyes connect, its like a jolt of thunder that tingles down my spine. And then we smile.

And I am no more, the beast.

Rant x Rant = Rant-a-Tant

"For certain, you have to be lost to find a place as can't be found. 
Elseways, anyone could find it."

So its official. I've passed the dreaded stage and i'm not too proud of it.
Infact, I don't even want to think about it.

There is an amazing feeling of being disconnected from most of the people around me. They just don't think like I do. They certainly don't act like me either. And that's not in just a thing or two. It's like they really are from another planet. Which grimly leads to the conclusion that either I'm raving mad or else they've all gone barmy. And I wouldn't vote for me.

"Allow me to lend a machete to your intellectual thicket."

There is the question of talking for instance. People talk about stupid, strange things all the time. Me. I'd rather keep my thoughts to myself. Unless there is a use for me opening my stupid mouth and spilling beans of all colours everywhere. Not to mention showing my girdled smile.

And its amazing because it helps me keep perspective (or at least I like to think so). While they go on about non-senseless bat shit, I observe them and mock their stupid selves for being so dependent upon paltry things like talk. Empty pots. Loud mouths. They talk cause they're afraid of being left out. But what do you do when you're literally pushed out?

Then there is cricket. For the last time. The only cricket that is interesting is the one that you play yourself.  Which doesn't necessarily have to be in the open field right underneath the summer sun with sweat rolling off you in torrents. And I'm certainly not interested in conspiracy theories about Wasim Akram and how he pulled W. Younus off the band-wagon too, how many times the Aussies've won that shiny little trophy or that Muhammad Amir is gay.
That would only mean he's going to get faster, wouldn't it?

My Mamo (mums's little brother) just got engaged. To whom? I nearly doubled up with laughter when I heard that my 'MumanI' (wait for it) was my senior from De'mont! Imagine that! Ah well. She goes on my list of inside sources to the dreaded institution.

I helped a blind man cross the street today.

Roza's do strange things to me. And they make me dream vivid. Even the dream diary refuses to believe after you write that in your latest gest you were exchanging wedding vows with Kiera Knightley while cannon balls swooshed past your ear as you fought off un-dead pirates and all the while...

In the middle of the dramatic battle...
Sajeel: Elizabeth! [fights, grabs Elizabeth] Elizabeth, will you marry me?
She stares at him for a moment. Then they fight off some people.
Elizabeth: I don't think now's the best time.
They fight some more people.
Sajeel: Now may be the only time.
They fight yet some more people.
Sajeel: I love you. [fighting] I've made my choice. What's yours?
Elizabeth: Barbossa, marry us!
Barbossa: [while fending off someone] I'm a little busy at the moment!

Weird. No?

Time to go. Toodles, people.

La La La Laaa La

There is an angry red boil on my nose that has fallen so much in love with my ala that it absolutely refuses to go away. And its been a week.
Now ordinarily, I would've been the least concerned and would probably have bought a wig, stuck a tomato on my nose and shown off my cool juggling skills to the world.

But that was before I read this.
Any infection on your face, such as infection from a pimple or boil in the nostril or on the upper lip or nose, may cause inflammation (swelling) in that area. This is called cellulitis  
From this inflammation, infection may spread to one of the cavernous sinuses. If this happens, the blood in the sinus may turn into an infected clot
Cavernouse sinus thrombosis can be life-threatening and requires immediate treatment.Any infections from this area can cause eye and vision problems, headaches, fever, neck stiffness, etc. It can lead to complications like blindness, paralysis of face, meningitis, sepsis and possibly death.

Possibly death? No No NO! I'm too young to die! :)
But I am a hypochondriac. And I discovered there is even a hypo-chondriac region in the abdomen. See?

So right after those powerful words, strange aches and pains of a hitherto unknown nature started springing up and so after some hasty pathological research which showed my enemy to be Staphylococcus aureus, I swallowed some pills and so Ampiclox is my new bff now.

In other news.
OMG! I just realised I have Medical students' disease! Just like JKJ in three men and a boat. Cool!
Sh*t.That made me forget the other news.
So. The Anatomy Stage. It's not going that well. =/ Hope I pass.

Staphylococcus aureus incidently looks like this. Not bad for a filthy-boil-causing-facultatively aerobic-grampositive-coccus-making-me-take-antibiotics little bacterium, don't ya think? Hmmph.

ps. can't get why i'm ranting on about stupid boils and bacterias and stages and whatnot. bear with me.
pps. I feel like singing today. Don't know why. :D


Got this in an e-mail. Thought i'd share.

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Sorry for it being in Urdu. Didn't get a chance to translate yet.

You Are 78% Evil

You are very evil. And you're too evil to care.

Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot.

"The temporal bone. 
Its petrous part. At the apex. 
Which pharyngeal muscle arises from here?"

I knew the answer.
Except that it was slightly off.
The levator veli palatini was certainly a muscle.
Also, it did rise right from the apex of said petrous part of the temporal bone.
It was however, certainly not a muscle of the pharynx.

So after puzzling over it for half a minute, said I didn't know as meekly as possible. (tip from a certain 2nd year student concerning Sir.Jalal given seconds before)  And we moved on. Kept my head down though, like a good boy.

Realization hit later that I might have been half right.
The correct answer was none.
Talk about Irony.

Conquering Oneself?

It is a two-dimensional depiction of a staircase in which the stairs make four 90-degree turns as they ascend or descend yet form a continuous loop, so that a person could climb them forever and never get any higher.

This is clearly impossible in three dimensions; the two-dimensional figure achieves this paradox by distorting perspective.

And that is pretty much my life right now.

'If you want a red rose,' said the Tree, 'you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart's-blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into my veins, and become mine.'
Oscar Wilde - The Nightingale and the Rose

Biochem Addles [o]

On trying to explain Faraday's cage to M2:
"...actually they got this idea from the chylomicrons which incidentally have a central hydrophobic lipid core surrounded by a hydrophillic shell of phospholipids with their polar portions on the surface that makes them soluble in aqueous solutions so they smuggle the lipid core along as well which the port authorities really hate but the pirates need the money and so in this case what's on the surface is what really counts while the crux goes along for a free ride and repays the mateys instead by drinking up all their rum. And all it says when confronted is Parley! "
M2: (O_o)?
Me: Oh. My bad.
Things are extremely weird right now.

The momentary sense of direction that had been leading me through the darkness of the ravine, in its soft naphtha wake, has faded away. Almost as if to say, that no. The path you want to choose, you must decide your self. This is about as far as we go together. Or how about knocking on all those doors for once. Just to see what opens up. Just to catch a glimpse of what its really like to be inside. Just to stop you from raving about like a fool. To put life in your heart once again. Or heart in your life maybe. To give that spring to your step. To show you the rewards that lie on the other side of the river. The very river in which lie the crocodiles and serpents that will rip your head off should you dare even approach. Yet all you have to do is cross.


I like twitter trends. Some days back it was Hayley Williams. Right now its Avada Kedavra.

'Knock knock.'
'Who's there?'
'You Know.'
'You Know Who?'
'Yes, haha! AVADA KEDAVRA!'

I'm also liking formspring right now. Asking people stupid questions without being nosy is fun ;)

A girl fainted in class today. Well nearly. She fell down and the professor (physiology) rushed over and everybody was flustered for a moment. I bet no one in my stupid class even knows CPR.
I'm studying ketone bodies right now. There are three of em.
I missed TEDxLahore. It sounded good. Would've loved to go. Technology. Engineering. Design. At least that's what I think it stands for.
incomplete thoughts. scary movies. sad songs. james blunt. same mistake. bloody mosquitos. cockroach cluster. sherbet lemon. fizzing whizbee. invisible posts.
Someone called me head strong today... :s
Its cloudy outside. And windy. Maybe it'll rain. It rained yesterday for 5 minutes ;(
2 months to the Profs. Hell.

ps. my head is eating circles is the translation for "mera sir chakraa raha hai". :D