Perks Of Being A Med Student - Amna Kamran (Batch Of '18)

Wow, ‘med student’- has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? And that, everyone, is the first and most major perk of being a medical student. That specific sense of glamour you carry just by waltzing into a restaurant with either your  lab coat or SIMS hoodie on.  And if your mom’s there she’ll definitely be introducing you to all her friends as her beloved doctor bacha/bachi.  That is what we’re all primarily here for, right? To provide our parents with that sense of pride and accomplishment :’)

So why do our parents and relatives celebrate when somebody’s on their way to becoming a doctor? Because of the money? The fact that we’re in such a noble profession? Yes and yes. But, I think, the cherry on top is the fact that WE MADE IT.

Medicine is the hardest profession you can get into. There’s O levels/Metric , then A levels/ FSC; and then directly after that we’re hurled into the abysmal MCAT mess. It’s really not that easy having that much stamina and working that hard consistently. *shudders at the bad memories*

And that’s the other major perk of being a med student: the unhesitating assumption a third party has of all med students being smart. It doesn't matter if you think you’re stupid…all non-med bachaws are going to think you’re a genius despite your insecurity :D (shhh let’s not tell them the truth)

That’s the beauty of it all. The confidence and self-assurance you obtain just by knowing that you're on your way to adding the ‘Dr’ label riggghhhhttt before your previously ordinary name :’)

The admiration people look at us with isn’t uncalled for, of course. This is where the comparison with LUMS comes in (don’t worry we’ll win this one;)). In med school our tears are brought about by the endless hours of studies and dealing with difficult patients. On the other hand, LUMS/Business Students are brought to their knees by mere ‘assignments’. They feel cool when they type out a five-page essay…we, on the other hand, feel cool when we dissect a cadaver and pinpoint its nerves and muscles. Our life sounds more meaningful doesn’t it? See, told you we would win in this comparison!

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Always Dream Big - Somia Asghar (Batch of '17)

The world is progressing day by day. Everyone considers himself very modern. Enlighten moderation is thought to be guarantee of smooth life. But in this modest and scientific world there is something worth noting, its stereotyping against the special people. Everyone in this world is created by Allah Almighty. All the people are same and equal having same internal structure, minds, hearts, internal feelings, each and everything is same. But why some of us are stereotyped? Why people with physical disabilities are looked down upon? Why people have pity for them? I have never gotten the answer to these questions. In my opinion there is a very special blessing of Almighty on such persons. I used to think that Allah has created everyone perfectly same, only very few are special and different. According to me,being specified by Allah is a great thing just think about it! But people! sigh!! what to do with their talks and comments? On every street, restaurant even at each public place they are present with their wide opened mouths. who can stop them? No one! I feel so pity for such people who use to do commenting and feel pity for special people. Excuse me people! Special ones are not something to be pity upon. You can’t even imagine what blessing of Allah has on them that enables them to do every thing, but Only if they want, if they will and if they ignore out-spoken people. They can do what ever they want. Trust me! Everything they do is to overcome their fears,and create self confidence, that’s it! Allah has blessed me with beautiful hands alhamdulilah. They are my sweety sweety cutie pie.They are a gift for me,a very special gift from the Creator.They differentiate me from others and are a cause of my worth-mentioning future. I am becoming a doctor. Its not because of my efforts but a miracle and blessing indeed. I was a very good student and secured good marks in metric but during my fsc unfortunately I became ill and could not study well. I had a dream to become a doctor, but result cleared all my misunderstandings. It was like impossible for me to even think of medicine. That was so depressing and made me decide not to even appear in entry test although all the fee depositing process etc was done. I was so consistent on my this wonderful decision but 15 days before entry test my family insisted me so I opened my books. Having feelings of not being well prepared and much more, at last the day came and test was done. Well the result was obvious….60% in entry test n total aggregate was 70%...how a person can think of medicine in the era of this high merit with such low grades…well I was not surprised at all because I had already prepared myself for this. During all this, my father had planned something for me. I was totally unaware from that, that was to use my specialty as a path to medical college…he made me aware and I was like what? No! no! no! I am not like that…my dream is okay but seats for disable candidates! no way…! Even though I could avail this but my internal somia was continuously pounding me that ‘’I AM NOT DISABLE AT ALL…’’ I was not different. I was like others, could do each an everything…all domestic chores, minute tasks, writing, singing, dancing etc etc and etc. well well well this thing made me to have a glance of my past and I was totally satisfied by my life. BUT! suddenly I began to realise why I faced this failure inspite of trying hard…why I was not able to even try? why I cant prepare for my entry test? why??? And yes I got the answer…answers of all the questions…. Allah had made me special for this day and the day had come…after thinking a lot I said yes papa i'm ready for it…i'm ready to avail my life…i'm ready to lead the world…i'm ready to realize my dreams YES! I AM READY TO BECOME A DOCTOR… Allah is the best planner for everything and low aim is a crime…if aims are high then GOD helps those who help themselves…alhamdulilah

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Meri Kahani - Ayesham Sitara (Batch of '17)

As this is my first article, mje dar lg raha hai ye likhte hue k pta ni kesa likha jaega ....anyhow I am going to start *Meri Kahani* ... In F.Sc I made my mind that I have to get stuck in Medical college by hook or by crook further I’ll be a doctor obviously ... I had enjoyed a lot in my college as in my sister was also with me… so I had spent awesome days in college... Fsc exams were finally so near... I use to haaateee Urdu ..especially URDU syllabus of FSC ... i mean what a lame poetry was that..  … what benefit would give to us in future??... so finally fully frustrated i gave the paper of urdu in first year... and i got 91 in urdu (The day when i had my paper of urdu, was simply magical :D) ... P.S. My result was so superb in FSC due to marks of Urdu paper ... ... And then the turn of MCAT... N once again the books of FSC.. nooo ...anyhow target was medical college ..so mcat prep started....I still remember how awful that day was ... blocked traffic...and for first time me and my sis walked 2 km to the examination center..I felt debilitated..Ah! We dragged ourselves to the BIG HALL !!!

... entering the hall searching for your seat… n doing all this with ur PHOTOCOPY (twin sis) while evryone is gazing. Kind of AWKWARD MOMENT... Anyhow we got the HOT SEAT.. We sat and I started searching for my friends .. >.>  <.< ..everyone was murmuring ...fresh or repeater??.. physics .. synonyms... ''oyee dehan se bubble fill krna” etc...Then I counted the examiners .. OH MY MY.. 11 TEACHERS ...ignoring them all… i wished luck to my sis n started focusing on the paper... 7,8 MCQS were left at the end..and on that colourful sheet some blank circles were not giving a pleasing look, so filled them with ''tukkay''... i was'nt sure how good i performed... but i was like out of hell now... i was feeling so light... i felt that the whole day was a dream... (nightmare most probably which was over now) ... 

  

   Then ''INTEHA HOGAE INTAZAR KI ''….. refreshing the page of UHS again and again.. and finally MCAT key appeared.. elder sis helped us to evaluate that.. we both (me n my sis) were holding the sheets and heart beat was increasing on every next question....N i hurriedly count them n came up with 930 and I was like hmmm not bad. Then i thought about sis. She got lesser marks and at that time i was confused if i should b happy or sad... anyhow we all gave her moral support.

   Now saying everyone that Inshallah i will go to AIMC ... there are chances for going to KE as well otherwise AIMC is confimred ...

WO KEHTY HAINA JO HOTA HAI ACHY K LYE HOTA HAI>>> GHALAT KEHTY HAIN 

Now it was the turn of filling the form. As there was no one to guide how to fill that and what to do with the preference list, i was baffled. Feeling embarrassed while telling this I wrote the names of just 3 colleges K.E ,AIMC , SIMS ... Hey it wasn’t over confidence :S i just thought preference list is like which few colleges you prefer otherwise your name will be automatically given everywhere.. (my bad). Next day UHS called me that you have given names of just 3 colleges right. Only these 3 will be considered ...... and my heart came to my mouth. Ufffff ! I went to UHS n told them i didnt know that before so can I write that now.. they rejected and i wasn’t able to control my self saying that ''tenu phone karan di ki mout pai c je kuch krna ni c'' and then obviously i started crying.

My mom supported me alot saying not to worry everything will be fine and you’ll get admission in any of these 3...after that day each day was full of tension. I was watching tv one random day when my mom's friend called my mom that news channel are telling about the merit lists... And then within micro seconds i switched the channel to the news where lists were shown.... and there was silence every where... ''dhak dhak ..''
And finally my aggregate was according to SIMS list !!! i was relieved that i was safe from the blunder i made on the form :$

.....but where i was saying that I’ll get admission in AIMC i told them i got in SIMS they were like "UCHA SIMS ME HUA... PRIVATE A??" n i was like no no no

....First day in SIMS…sitting quietly in Faisal LT without my sis .. aww missing her .. as first tym in life we got separated. Ragging made me forget everything , made new and awesome friends who fulfilled the place of my sis to some extent. I started loving SIMS... beautiful building, ingenious teachers, cooperative and united class.

Moreover SIMS was so near to my home and the best part  was that my sister's college was so near to mine! REALLY REALLY THANKFUL TO ALLAH THAT I GOT ADMISSION IN SIMS
Seriously I have no regret about not getting admission in K.E or AIMC..
that is an experience that i will call:

-S U P E R F R A G I L I S T I C E X I A L O D O C I O U S-

Means = fantastic :p

OR WO KHTY HAINA JO HOTA A UCHE K LIYE HOTA HAI >>>SAHI KEHTY HAIN ;)

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From Being A Luminite To Simsonian! - Hamza Amir (Batch of '17)

Mathematics always used to be my favorite...and I often thought I've been made to be an engineer...
Decided!!! So I am gonna for EE(electrical engineering) as my favorite part in physics was electricity, electronics n stuff :P

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Destiny Takes You To The Place Where You Will Grow The Best: The journey to SIMS - Hassan Nawaz (Batch of '17)

A wave of utter confusion passed through my mind……The MCAT answer sheet was snatched away from me…I couldn't do my best…the test , so easy…Still , I missed a few due to shortage of time…
Walking out of the examination hall with a tension in the heart……

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