Of badassery and hypocrisy.

When you're a medschool student you're obviously familiar with almost everything your body is imbued by. But what most of us don't understand is the credibility of one adroitly using his acquired knowledge to say some of most scathing abuses. Certainly the listener will perceive that doctor-to-be to be floundering his esoteric vocabulary quite innocently. For instance, if I'm to say. "You do realize that he reminds me of the canal on the middle third of the inter-gluteal cleft." I'm actually implying the literal term used for the word ARSEHOLE. Or I state that "XYZ truly deserves a bi-manual palpation of both anterior and posterior of her/his perennial region with a scalpel." What I literally mean would be too gruesome and pejorative a statement to spell it out to my readers; read esoteric. Ha!

Not only medical students can get away with saying abuses, they're also excused [or should I say appreciated] for human trafficking. There's necrotic trafficking in the form of real human skeletons for only 5000 Rs. in my college and it's so much promoted that I'm forced by my mom and the onerous coursework to buy half a human for Rs. 2000. Ironic isn't it? And what could be more badass than having to sleep with a dead human being right under your bed stuffed in a paper bag? So we're not all that boring. We're in a different league than calculus, a much more AWESOME league. Word. \m/

Plus it's really cool to see girls in pink tutu's carrying these bones all over. Makes me stereotype than as desi samurai chicks in school uniforms who masticate the shit outta people's remains.

Kinda like this

Come to think of it, I'm NOW loving Medschool. No matter when I graduate. So don't think of med school as an incubus. It's radical awesomeness.

On a much more self-updating update, I'm doing a photographic project depicting the metropolitan life in macro and panoramic for an acquaintance [Who is an assistant editor in a local magazine. Oddly enough, I never asked the name.] As I kept on clicking, I found an element of hypocrisy that projected out of a city as it hid the reds of blood that is shed almost every passing day in the name of political and religious bigotry, the whites of the drapery on the dead, the blacks and greens taking their separate secretarial factions on the toll; all disguised under the colours of fading culture I'm hopelessly trying to keep pseudo alive through my photos. To me, it feels as if I feign to not being aware of these tones that encompass me. Besides, my Photo shop skills are rusting, sadly. Or is it that I'm so used to dim tones that the morning psychedelic tones our city [literally and figuratively] pictures is not something I'm proficient at. Doh.

Well that's all for now.

Out.