A weird man in between Earthquake and the Chaos

With the Nepal earthquake and recent Bangladesh earthquake alert's warning,nothing could frighten you more,especially staying in an eight storey apartment  building.Since two days,we kept feeling the tremor.People are running down using staircase,reciting muslim prayers,screaming.The environment was terrifying.

Well,as my housemates are still back in Malaysia,I'm alone for now.So,each tremor is a nightmare.It wasn't a normal tremor.Since the first time  I came here until now,I had felt few tremors from the earthquakes,but this one was the longest.Usually,it lasted for seconds,but this one was quite long and strong.Fortunately,my building standing still.I just prefer stay in my room .Definitely I'm not gonna die today.So,why wasting my time,pack my necessary stuff like passport,document,money and etc,run down, and at last  nothing happens.

Today,I was sitting in the hall and was reading something.Suddenly,I heard people shouting and I turned to look at the glass of water that I kept on a chair to see if the building is shaking.The tremor wasn't that strong but still scary.Then I turned and look at the opposite building through my transparent sliding door.I saw a man,in his hall at the opposite building,maybe 5th floor,opened his arms like the hero in the movie Titanic and standing doing nothing looking up.It was really surprising seeing someone stand there without trying to escape but welcoming his death.I wonder,even how egoist a person is about not afraid to die,he will find thousand reasons to stay alive when a gun pointed to his head.But this guy,seems happy if the building collapse and end his life.Weird humans.

By 
Lakdhes

Step out of your comfort zone

My latest hobby :)

Despite the fact that my photography sucks,yet I love to cherish the memories in the form of this new hobby..I thought  singledom will not last a lifetime,so I decided and went on a date with myself for 39 days.This time,there is no one to hold me back but myself solely. Surprisingly I met new people,new friends perhaps.I realized that friendships are paramount.I learnt new things from each one of them.It is always us that separates ourselves from others.

So,I took a step to break the barrier ,and you know what,it works well.I'm sucks at relationships too other than photography.Then I realized again that if you are uncomfortable spending time alone with yourself, what makes you think anyone else will feel comfortable spending time with you.Being happy alone does not happen overnight for me  especially with the fact that I'm recovering codependent.All this doesn't mean I don't love a girl.I still love her and I'm just taking sometime to know my self better so that I can take care of her and be a good partner ,better than before with her.


Being alone can be a positive force, turning you towards greater creativity and greater personal development. In this space that you call your own, you can grow to know and love yourself as a separate individual. One who is not dependent on another human being for your identity and does not fixate or keep moving around seeking pleasure, seeking comfort, and satisfaction from the energy of another being.The lesson I learnt and wish to share with everyone is-Step out of your comfort zone and rediscover yourself. 

by Lakdhes

The first Lesson I Learnt in My Medical School

This is a continuation of First Anatomy Class





                        Chapter 5

From the dissection hall,we went to the lecture hall.Honestly,I have no idea what subject's lecture was it.I just follow other classmate because I knew that our time table should be the same,What I know by then was,the break time is from 11 am to 11.30am.This break doesn't matter much since they don't have a decent canteen or cafe in their college.This time,I'm adamant not to sit at the last row.The first lesson I learnt in my first class during my first day in medical school-never sit at the last bench.
Yet,I manage to get a place just 3 rows front away from the last bench.

Jeeva was sitting beside me again.I just wished he won't be a pain in the ass anymore .Jeeva was from Penang too.I met him in S.M.C,a tuition centre specially for Indian students.Most went to that centre just to use it as a pathway to mingle with girls and those who are lucky,they might end up in a relationship. Jeeva was from Butterworth,a city in the mainland,45 minutes from my place,Alma.I wasn't close with him during S.M.C days.In fact,I hate him for a reason.

It was two months from the beginning of  S.M.C and we was having an English class.I can't recall the sir's name but Jeeva was his favorite student.The English Sir asked the whole class to write a poem in English. All the student were busy writing something.I don't know whether they were  really writing poem or pretending doing so to avoid the strict sir's endless lecture.

At the moment,I was busy talking Kollywood stories with my last bench mates.-again,the last bench.
The sir asked Jeeva to recite his poem.I just avoid all the agenda and continue my stories.Jeeva stood in proud,as if a real poet and crapped something annoying.The sir praised Jeeva to a level that he might carry him to his head and dance.From no where,the Sir noticed me and asked me read mine,loudly in front of the class.

I went in front and standing there like an idiot,smiling and looking at my last bench mates.I saw Jeeva,still  clouded in proud and gave an embarrassing  look at me.

'Faster recite your poem loudly',the Sir yelled.
I still stand quietly.

He came ,pulled my book that I was gripping in my hand and looked at it..Nothing was there except a drawing of a duck with a fat male cartoon resembling the sir.He threw the book at me.The book hit  my chest and fall down.At that moment,it wasn't just the book,but my heroic image too went into the drain.I can't control my temper anymore.As an add on,few girls from Butterworth Convent laughed at me. Swathi one of them,the prettiest girl in the class.How could I control my anger anymore??

I turned to the Sir and sounded him,'fucker,if you utter one more word,I will break your face!'.
The sir zipped his mouth and stood  in shock.The whole class turned into silent ,as if in a mourning ceremony It was my last day in that tuition, a place where they torture students by having their classes early morning during weekends.On that day,I got independence from S.M.C,but not from Jeeva because he was my College-mate during pre-medic.Even then ,I hate him because he was a bully. 

All the student stood up the moment the saw a Sir entered.

to be continue,..

First Anatomy Class

This is a continuation of A day in Medical College

                                                    Chapter 4

'Students,did you all understand?'asked my anatomy sir,Dr Chowdry. A tall,half bald and a smart guy with a nerdy spectacles.From his enthusiasm,I think he memorized every single things about head and neck overnight and vomiting everything he remembered verbally in front of us.

'Did you all can listen?' he yelled again but this time pointing at the last bench students.I'm one of them here,at the last bench.I recalled an article that I read from Kevin M.D stated that never fall in love and last bench during med school.I guess I did it both.So nothing could be worse anymore.

'Yes sir,can',one by one,stood and said.

Their act resembled like an old Japanese army contingent because we the last benchers knew that we can't hear anything,still they lied to please him..Actually,it wasn't me who choosed the last bench.It was the only place left after all local student raced to sit at front .It was a rare mentality of them.-If you sit at front,the lecturers likes you.Once again,I was shy enough not to 'fight ' for the front row with them.

It was my turn and I stood up.My friend Jeeva whispered to me,'Say no,say no'.

'No sir,I can't listen',I said.

All the eyes turned back ,looking at me while I'm standing and wondering what crime I have done.I turned and looked at Jeeva,the fattest student in our class,proudly from Malaysia.He pretending as if I'm not there,a black hole just sucked me into it.I realized the fucker just set me up and I became the scapegoat of the day.

Dr Chowdry adjusted his spectacles and asked me with a monstrous, bug-eyed look,'It's your fault or mine,you sitting at the last bench?'

From his rude and irresponsible tone,I knew he is mad at me.I wish I could say 'why can't you use a microphone  instead of whispering in front of 50 students and wish everyone could listen!'.

'It was mine sir',I said. One more heroic attempt ,I'm finish.So,i kept quiet.

'Then how could you blame me?'he asked with his sinister smile.

I just stand still without uttering a word ,hung my head in shame.

'Shit down!'he screamed literally and end the class.At that moment ,I realized that the lecturers here think themselves as God like creatures and not friendly at all like Malaysians.We must bow to them whenever we see them I guess .Once he left,all the local students looked at me and gossiping in Bengali  like I had done a big crime,murder maybe.During my first class it self,I became pessimistically famous.Yet ,I never bother about them.I just worried about Isa,my first day crush,my country mate and my classmate now,I stole a glance at Isa.She was blurred as me too. I've never been humiliated this much .Thanks to this strange land that gave me the chance..

to be continue..

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 by Lakdhes