Friday, 14 September 2018

The Last Semester


I remember how boneheaded I felt during the finals of medicine...
Or in a social gathering where people would quote famous authors
And my sentences would sound like 'someone said... Sth along the lines of...kinda sth like that..'
 I am surrounded by the people whose biographies will sound like that of Bob Dylan or Musk while mine is most likely to be titled as 'An unsuitable girl's case history of a migraine'
I remember how many times I felt out of place
A misfit, incompetent, witless, brainless loaf of meat
Too amateurish to be a doctor
Too clumsy to be a human even
Not a perfect candidate for anything 
But I am not here to vent out my depression
I am here to give hope to those people this world has no hope from
I am gonna talk about the world where people like us do better than anyone else.....................................
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...Mental hospitals!
Rehabilitation centers
The best of all,  JAIL!
I don't  care whether or not there's an I in the team
But I know that in 'weird', the 'We' comes first and then comes the I
I know I am the perfect candidate to develop fibromyalgia
Or an affective disorders
Depression
anxiety
Bipolar
I can go from constipated to diarrhoeic sooner than you can even take off your shirt because when it comes to IBS, 
I don't let anyone win.
This is my happy place where I shine
Where I am the brightest star
To all the other stars out there...
Let's outsize the sun.