-My Gita tells me that evil can never result from good action- (Gandhi)

When I am taught me not to kill or slaughter anyone even for the sake of the name of my religion itself,

I know I cannot also belittle and diminish others for the difference we have.

When I am taught there is actually no me and you, but it’s about I see me in you, and I see you in me,

I just know that my-religion and your-religion just make illusionary boundaries and interrupt peace.

The stand is that peaceful mind is the way to built our heart while sideling the non-us is the way to built wall in us.

A simple part I have written months back when suddenly the understanding strike me.

I write this in tribute to Gandhi with his annivessary of birth on 2nd Oct.

Not writing an autobiography of the Father of India, but anyone will see him the manifestation of peace beyond the boundary of religion and their background.

 

 

As I hope this land will always be bless with peace and harmony…

May all be well and happy!!

To Remember the Dead is to Care the Living

As it is written when I was still back in Kedah then….

Tomorrow morning, I will be leaving Kedah, thus ending my 4 days here.

I can still remember the days me and my cousin jumping on my grandfather’s bed and wrestle on each other.

At that time, I used to get asthma attack, after the play, I always have difficulty in breathing, so I immediately get out from the room and immediately sit down quietly beside my grandfather to watch TV before I continue again after that.

As for the later days, I enjoy cycling around the Malay village here using my Grandpa Antique Japanese Bicycle. I enjoy the friendliness and simple lifestyle around the neighbourhood, that I got so much chance to reflect a lot on the actual way to happiness is simply contentment.

Every time I am going to return back to Penang, my Grandfather will put up the same line that is to stay longer.

I can’t forget the way both my grandparents stood outside and wave back as we make our way home.

Not to forget, my Grandpa will force me to accept some Ringgits before I go back, as I will usually reject by saying my parents would not be happy if I take it, and he will raise his voice more this time asking me to keep it.

This time around, the same thing seems to happen. But, maybe a difference is I will get one lesser goodbye wave from my Grandma.

The 2 most important woman in my life

When my Grandmother still take control to the home kitchen, I will say that her home-made Char Siew Pau, Huan Chu Pau (Potato Bun) and her Chai Kueh are the best.

In the pain on her knee for many years, even the Dr must not have found out that here best pain reliever was to roll the dough and folding the dumplings for her grandchildren every time we return.

A dedicated and always be remembered Grandmother

I can’t thank God more for giving me the chance to take care of her in her last few years.

I won’t know if it has been my best, but if I am given another chance, I will still secretly hold her cold clammy wrinkled skin when she is sleeping and to accompany her when she always trusted me to hold her walking aid while she try to lift herself up and walk a few rounds around the house.

I always miss holding her hand to walk on her aid

Por Por once said, “Study well, don’t let your parents down, when you be a doctor, I might not be around anymore”. I always gave a quick reply not because the words didn’t get into me, I just do not want her to see my true-self how much I fear and sad I am if it is true.

This month mark her 1 year since she leave, I just hope to collect more good Karma for her to earn a better place in her after-life as much as she deserve.

Those who have left, accept it. Those who are still living, appreciate them.

I can’t miss the phone call to my Grandfather every Friday.

Though the conversation is usually with the same question, but I know it is different, that is that single day you still have them listening to you.

In the meditation, we breath in and out with the reflection of our ancestors and understand that they are in us, and we are in them. We are the new seeds the parent tree bear, as how the new trees grow from the seeds.

When will I come back to this place again?

It’s not important.

I cannot be stuck in the past and future.

May the living live well and happy, with all their loved ones appreciating each other.

May the departed ones under the light of Nirvana, to be never reborn into the realm of human.

 May all be well and happy!!

When Anat, Physio and Biochem is what we Learn

 

On Day 1, Orientation started.

The MMMC Dean introduced the faculty members.

The only one that captivated my attention is the Anatomy Faculty.

The Head of Department introduced was surprisingly young.

From a Malaysian student perception during school days, usually young teachers are inferior to the older ones in terms of knowledge and experience.

But, it was proven wrong as this does not happen in India.

In this 1 year, I have gone through with lecturer willing to spent their time long after office hours.

The spirit of work-to-serve has definitely inspired me to serve like them, though in another way.

In the afternoon, first class of our academic session begin.

HOD of Physiology came in and I can still remember she asked us to take out our Objective Book and write the word FOCUS on the front page. Initially, it sounded real childish.

She said in medicine, we must keep our goal and focus to be clear every day.

Later on, it remain as an important reminder for my every Block that I should not ever slack because every of the knowledge acquired have equal importance for now and future.

Our first Biochem lecturer started the lesson on amino acid, making me always thought she is the the HOD.

She said, if we spent our time by concentrating on studies, time in India will be flying so fast even without we realise it. Today, I know she is surely right about that.

I would mention one great soul that have play a larger role that besides teaching me Biochem in this 1 year, but also how to be a medical student.

She always said,

“You might escape with last-minute study, mugging everything before the exam, but how will it makes you a better doctor”.

If a medical student make full use of their study life in India, I am very sure, they do not only gain the basic knowledge to save a patient.

We will first learn how doctor should be a human (compassion), then ask this humane doctor to learn to treat his patient as a human like how he would treat for himself (empathy), which then only save him from pain and death (kindness), and if pain and death is still not running away, he must know how to teach the patient how to live with it (self-loving).

The person I am putting the last, but not the least is my Mentor.

Too much of great things a man can do as he has been always there for all other mentees whenever we are TRASHED! Thank you Sir!

My interest to Anatomy, Physiology and Biochemistry so so much would not have arise without all of these people.

Don’t think if I stop here, that is all I can portray about the effort of my lecturers they have put on every student.

The tribute of my teacher can only be paid back from my service.

“Guru kumhar shishya kumbha hai ghadi-ghadi kadhat kot bhitar haat sahar de bahar bahe chot”
Translation: A teacher scolds you for your mistakes but he also supports you to do your best. As a potter who beats the pot on the outer side to give a good shape and design while supporting the pot by putting a hand inside it.

Pray for the best for Pharma, Microb, Patho and Forensic to be Learnt

p.s Decided to have no names and personal photos for protecting privacy

My Secret Success: The 2 Zs

Not around in the cyber world since Uni fever begin…which followed by a short travelling with friends later…

A lot I should have said but I missed it throughout this period.

I just want to start my first piece of writing with a wish…a wish for my friends, Zs

A wish I might not be brave enough to tell it aloud except keeping it here as writing

May my study mate friends who didn’t make it to the end to be bestowed the strength and courage to continue their remaining journey,

You were always there for me every time I felt defeated by examination stress…

My fatigue and saturation of study period is relieve by just hanging out in either one of your room,

Your positive attitude have always made a call to me that it is not the end-of-the-world after all…Just smile =) and things will be alright…

You gave me a lot of peace and calmness.

You guys always make my hazy and tiring road clear and exciting

But now,

I suddenly realise you are not with me together anymore.

I am deeply wondering how it will be without you guys for the next station I am heading to.

Berat mata memandang, berat lagi bahu memikul, I know that absolutely.

I know that nobody can understand the pain you have went through and going to get through except yourself.

But my friends,

Please hold on.

It might be a different journey we are now,

But we are on the same destination of goal

I am sure there will be a time,

When all of us will reach the peak together to fulfil our responsibilities.

Do not count the blessing which we have not gain, But subtract the blessing we have been given, then we will pay gratitude to the life we have.

As iman is your greatest strength, ibadah is your greatest practise, may you be granted the ability not only to get over this Ujian, but also in an amazing and a celebrated way.

p.s People just do not know how much friends actually have made the difference to my academic years in India, a chapter I want it to be forever engraved on my journey of acquiring the art of medicine.

May all be shown the way,

May all be strong.