Author: akshay
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When it's a war, the bruises do not count
Part 1 Medical school is so eventful that documenting everything that happens is amazingly tough. (Just see the size of Gray’s Anatomy, that is how much it’d be if everything was put in words) Yet, the sheer fun in letting others know about the awesome, sometimes depressive to the point people “seriously quit”, poly-tonic, and…
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Second internal – Physiology
Always makes you feel better
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Being Myself
Hostel life brings you an opportunity to be yourself. What that means for me right now is that I’m going back to my old ways of bathing once in four days, which my loving mom had a very hard time trying to change. In fact by the time I left my house she had succeeded…
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second internal – biochemistry
Better luck next time 😛
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Happy Valentine's day
Where are you?
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Time sync
The timings of my posts may create the impression that I rarely sleep. But that’s not exactly right. I sleep all the time, and sometimes wake up at odd times. That’s all Posted at 0715 IST
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Android and non-Droids
Time’s been flying! I survived a conjunctivitis attack. Was given a very nice surprise by my friends on my b’day at the shore of kukrahalli. I’m in love, with my new phone – HTC explorer, Android 2.3 And the second internal starts from twenty first of February. Well, that’s in short. Now, we no longer…
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National youth day
Alumni association is conducting a formal function celebrating swami vivekananda jayanthi (150th birthday) and national youth day.
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The exponential lag phase
Time has been flying past the first internal. (That's exactly how the clock has been behaving all these years – overcome the inertia, and speed up to infinity) human physiology experiments. Yeah! Stethoscope in our ears. Finally came to know what exactly those had to do in measuring blood pressure. i discovered an awesome blog…
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Happy New Year!
The year’s first mass bunk happened on the last day of 2011. Saturday. Up to 15 people were reported to have attended the classes. And as expected, it was celebration throughout the midnight. The mess hall turned into a dance ball. The TV was the DJ. Then, burning the hostel. Palm leaves, fire-logs, kerosene –…