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it was quite inevitable– post the suicide. but it had appeared impossible… how the hell would they manage all the funds they have gathered from the sponsors, the arrangements already made etc. but they HAVE canceled it.

jaspreet singh of 2k4 batch (i didnt know him personally) committed suicide this sunday… apparently, the spm (my fav subject, incidentally) hod had failed him deliberately and made casteist remarks, and 2 of his pals had demoralised him abt it, and consequently he attempted suicide abt a month back, but was unsuccessful, and re-attempted it this sunday, and was successful. he had been undergoing psychiatric treatment at the hospital. coz of which, perhaps, the three above-mentioned ppl he named in his suicide note will get away from any hard sentence.

newspapers, of course, are having a field day. “2nd suicide in 6 months”, “if we cannot trust reputed teachers/ doctors, then where are we headed” etc. etc. i dont blame jaspreet for naming these people… its sad that he committed suicide, and he must have been at a level of desperation that he really might have believed they had done him wrong. but its not as if there is something wrong with my institution. i do believe, really and truly, that i am studying in the finest medical college of india, disregarding those bullshit india today rankings, and social psyche. its not as if ever since the conception of this insti, people have been committing suicides… this academic year has proved to be singularly unfortunate, but that doesnt mean it couldnt have happened anywhere else. and i do not believe that the people named intended (consciously or sub consciously) any real damage to jaspreet, assuming that his accusations are correct. no one is perfect. no one can gauge that carelessness on his/her part could have such incredibly immense repercussions. and no one is ALWAYS careful. the fact that the repercussions got disproportionately huge doesnt imply that the error was that huge. and it must be seen from every point of view, before the media starts moulding public opinion.

the future of these 3 people is important enough to them to not be the victim of mindless gossip and ideas of spontaneous opinion-formers.

i don’t know how he would interpret it, but to me its a frustrating political game occurring coz of some stupidity one fine day. but in a way, its good… but in another way, too bad its fading out. it WAS good.

getting to the complete picture, there were distractions, plentiful, but the constant remains, though, unfortunately, to this constant, this side of the world was a mere distraction…

– itika has been down with viral hepatitis A, and drug-induced gastritis since 14th… poor baby. i went to her place yesterday at around 10, supposedly for a few hrs, but got back today at 10:30… so a whole day… and we watched In Her Shoes, and Alexander. and were watching Dil Dosti etc., when my parents turned up to pick me.

– the republic day ceremony was a disaster, totally. i cannot understand how singers could have absolutely zero sense of frequencies, octaves etc. i guess i looked like a miss pseudo-know-it-all. but the truth was, at that time, i was really a know-it-all, excepting the pseudo. anuj’s comments bad-ified my day somewhat, but as itika says… like i should care.

– was quite disappointed with my band members… so took them to task, a little, abt not having informed me of the change in venue. we practiced in the audi, which was a great learning experience, with 5-6 ppl in the audience. yesterday’s practice got cancelled coz batish had some work to do… but, i suppose, we cancel too many practices… wish he gets a little more serious.

– i forgot to call diksha… she’s been trying so hard to talk to me… and i have been such an ass… and very tired too. didnt have the energy to move and use the landline, and didnt feel like making a long local call using my cell. cell is exclusively for std calls.

– and i also forgot to call vivix. am going to call both in an hour or so. after my pau-bhaji breakfast… and ginger milk… and bread-cheese.

i can never ever express to anyone what it means to me… what mom, dad and tipu mean to me… i guess it sounds cliched… but its so hard to imagine that so many people must be feeling the same way… its too intense to be so common. its too amazing. i love my little family with a love i cannot imagine can exist, and absolutely nothing else matters.

after the maddening heat of my past few months, its all cooling off… socially, academically, intellectually, physically… everything… and i cant say i like it.

Btw, read a Sheldon. Rage of Angels. Joshua’s story tugged at my heart. Reminded me of Arushi.

well. read one of those so-called “cheap” novels, which have a very very suggestive title, and an openly suggestive teaser. But to my pleasant surprise, it was actually not one-fifth as cheap as i expected it to be, i actually read the whole novel, and actually enjoyed it as a sweet love story. decent time pass, in short… IN FACT, it even tickled my intellectual senses!

as most of the people reading this blog know, i didnt make it to the elixir finals, which might sound very unimpressive, but heck! i am happy with what i had done, and that finishes the story.

and as juturna might have noticed, i have adopted a new disregard for caps, taking inspiration from her.

I hate it. Five cardinal symptoms:
1) Light headedness– Increased susceptibility to syncopes.
2) Intense lower abdominal pain.
3) Intense backache. Inability to support oneself.
4) Cold pallid skin, sometimes accompanied by weakened pulse.
5) Loose motions.

And I observed these symptoms during the biochem lecture, which confirmed one hypothesis, and my doom.