Tag Archives: kemcol

What goes around, comes around!

Standard

With changing times, values are changing as well. Sometimes, for the better, at others, for the worse. Here is a fictional story depicting the stark realities of the 21st century in which old parents are being increasingly abandoned by their children. Now it depends on us whether we follow the herd or decide for ourselves what is right and what is not.

P.S. This short story was published in the annual Magazine of King Edward Medical University: KEMCOL 2011.

“They can not run away will all my gold and money…! I will not let them! After all I’m the daughter of Major Pasha and the wife of Justice Mahmood…! Do they think me weak? Do they?” Mrs Mahmood was now getting highly agitated while she explained her situation to a renowned neurologist of the country.

No, she wasn’t mentally challenged. Her only problem was that she still lived in the past. Her father had died 10 years ago and her husband was now a retired justice. So she was as weak as a person next door who had a simple salaried job and had no ‘contacts’ with higher ups to get their menial jobs done in a blink of the eye. She had to stand in a line like all others for her passport to be made. She couldn’t threaten the traffic police with job dismissals on giving her a chalaan. The ‘kitty party’ aunties didn’t come to her house as often as they did before perhaps because they felt it was better to spend time with some influential people rather than an ‘old’ useless couple who had been deserted even by their very own children.

Aaah children! This was still a very sore topic for Mrs. Mahmood. She couldn’t come to terms with the fact that her own ‘Hammad’ and ‘Abdullah’ were no more hers. They had married of their own choices and then settled abroad. It had been five years since she had seen the face of her youngest one. She had heard that he had a son and a daughter…! Her grandchildren! How she longed to touch them! To get a glimpse of them! Perhaps they resembled her or her husband! She often dreamt that they had come to visit her but her dream always remained that…a dream!

Dreaming to see her grandchildren! Who would’ve thought it would come to this? That wasn’t how she had brought up her children! She had always taught them to respect their elders and never hurt anyone’s feelings. And not just by words but also by actions. Mr. Mahmood’s parents had always stayed at their house and she had gone to all pains to make them comfortable and happy. They had died content with their daughter in law. Hadn’t Hammad and Abdullah seen this? Then how could they even think of cutting off completely from their parents? At this old age, when all they wanted was to see the happy faces of their children and grandchildren! The cruel sons had deprived them even of this small happiness.

Why? What had gone wrong? She could never get this answer. She had pondered on it for years. First, blaming her job for being the reason that she hadn’t been able to give quality time to her kids. Then, accusing her husband for sending them off to the States at a very young age. And lastly, the Western values of polarized families that were being taken up by the new generation.

But she had never been able to blame her sons! After all, they were her blood. She firmly believed that they would come back. Her love would bring them back. She didn’t want to believe anything else. Weeks turned into months and months into years without any sign of them. Thus she was forced to believe that she really had been abandoned. Life became listless and purposeless.

This harsh fact was too hard to digest for Mrs. Mahmood. Her moods started changing. Sometimes she talked so much and so irrelevantly that the servants were bored to death listening to her. She was always irritable. Even her husband was unable to pacify her.

When matters became worse, he decided to take her to a neurologist. And there she was now. “Mrs. Mahmood! No one will run away with your gold. And ofcourse you’re not weak. Just try to relax yourself.” The doctor addressed his patient gently. “Relax? These servants are such a pain! They never listen to me even if I beat them up.” The doctor raised his eyebrows at the mention of physical aggression. This case was more complicated than he’d thought. “Doctor sahab! My wife also shows this unbridled passion for shopping. I can understand it is common for women but this is something more! Last week she bought a dozen unstitched dresses of the same design saying that she was buying them for her niece’s wedding. That niece is only 4 years old!” Mr. Mahmood explained. After much discussion, the end result was the same as is after every visit to a doctor. The doctor prescribed a bunch of medicines, told the patient to take some rest and re visit after 2 weeks.

For the next 2 weeks, giving medicines to Mrs. Mahmood became a huge ritual for the entire household i.e. half a dozen servants and Mr. Mahmood. At first, she’d refuse point blank from taking the medicines at all. If she were coerced, she’d become highly violent. Then after much pleading and persistent pestering, she’d give in. Sometimes, her will power proved too strong for all of them and she’d succeed in not taking the medicines.

And with this, the 2 weeks were over and they were back at the doctor’s. This time the doctor prescribed heavy dosage of sedatives to calm her down. She was then too sleepy all the time not even getting up to take meals. She’d dose off even when she was made to sit. Mr. Mahmood was greatly worried.

After consultation with some of his friends, he decided to change the doctor. Then during the course of treatment, it was discovered that neurological disorders ran in Mrs. Mahmood’s family. Her father had had a nervous breakdown after his son’s death. Her distant aunt had also faced a similar fate. And now it seemed like she was headed the same way. But there was a difference. She had the means to live but no meaning to live for. And so her health status continued to decline.

When no medicines could cure her, the doctor decided to hospitalize her. That is when Mr. Mahmood tried to get in touch with his sons but could find no trace of them. What a pity it was!

World indeed had become too fast paced. Children no longer had time for their parents; the same parents whose entire lives had revolved around their children. He still remembered the day when his eldest son was born. He and his wife had been so ecstatic. They distributed sweets in the entire neighborhood. Their newborn was the apple of their eyes. They could never let him out of their sights. Mr. Mahmood worked day and night to ensure a bright future for him. They had so many plans for him. All of which were shattered one by one.

And now the last straw, their mother was on her deathbed, and there was no sign of either Hammad or Abdullah! And so Mrs. Mahmood died quietly one day. Her last wish had been to see her sons for one last time. Unfortunately, that wish remained unfulfilled. Her sons were too busy with their own lives.

50 YEARS LATER

He was thirsty. He wanted to ask someone for water but there was no one around. Well, no one who could get him water. All the people were too old like him. They were all dependent on others for their petty needs. Yes, he was living in an old home. He had been abandoned by his wife and kids when they felt he was no longer of any use to them. Much like he had once done with his parents.

aaah! His parents! These days he remembered his mom a lot. She often came in his dreams, saying, “Hammad! My dear son! Where are you? Come to me…” He wished he could turn back the wheels of life. Just to get a glimpse of his parents. Just to talk to them once. Just to say once, “MA, I’m sorry…!” But alas, it was too late. Too late!

Advertisements

KemLife Tips: Managing Society Life

Standard

This post was published in KEMunited, the official blog of King Edward Medical University on 26/3/2011

By Farkhanda Qaiser

Remember the early days of 1st year when all the kemcolian societies came to your class to introduce themselves…? You felt like joining each and every one of them after watching those musical presentations about their achievements and events…but something or the other always stopped you…an upcoming substage or stage, the fear of failing in physio or of missing classes after you joined those societies…
That’s what the majority of kemcolian nerds always feel in 1st year but things change considerably with every passing year…You see those same people making CVs, applying for posts and rejoicing on getting those posts…then a new life starts for them: the kemcolian society life…Making announcements in class, doing publicity by pasting charts on zero point, being organisers in mushaira, sitting on the registration desk in declamation contest, shooting pictures for KAPS during sports week, hosting the KELS events, collecting money for SPWS bake sale and a myriad of such activites become part of your daily life…
and you realise you had been missing out on a very important aspect of life in KE…
you may be drop dead tired every day…
you may feel like you’ve perhaps overdone with joining all those societies…
but at the end of the day…you’re a more complete person, a more polished kemcolian…
ALTAPETE…!
afterall medical life is not all about anatomy, physiology and biochemistry…(for the 1st 2 years atleast)

P.S. this last line doesnt apply for the PROF season cuz then it IS all about these dreary subjects…

Altapete – 1st Year Class Diary

Standard

This article was printed in Kemcol 2010, the official annual magazine of King Edward Medical University.

 

According to one senior: “1st year ROCKS…! You guys make me wish I was a part of your class!”

Yes, we are unique and very lively but our year began much like that of every 1st year. You guessed it right. Ragging! Boys were seen begging from girls; some were made bakras and sold to seniors for a meager amount; others got the rakhi tied on their arms and yes, of course, the ever famous climbing up on the roof of anatomy department followed by “KE mere baap ka hai, sab log nikal jao yahan se…!” chant and singing the song “Main uddi uddi jawan hawa day naal.”

As the 150th Sports week celebrations arrived, a group was always seen huddled in any nook or corner of KE vociferously arguing about the class theme which was finally decided to be ‘Pirates and Princesses’. The pirates wore the specially designed pirate hats and carried the artificial swords. The princesses were beautifully clad in gowns and frocks and made their entry amidst the loud cheering of boys and girls alike. Then there were sword fights, treasure hunts and of course photo shoots! Seniors were seen flocking to our stall to take pictures with our pirates and princesses! 1st year had made itself known…and with a bang!

A similar response was witnessed after the 1st year play, “Komplein kab phootain gi?” The hosts couldn’t help commending the fine acting of the young cast and the entire crowd encouraged them by hooting and screaming their lungs out!

It was also a day of revelations when we discovered the nimble athletes of our class. Among the boys, Haris Bilal, Abdul Rafay and Waqas Tariq won medals. Whereas among the girls, Suneeba, Sundas, Fatima tuz Zahra and I performed the same feat. Though these wins were not without the prayers of the rest of the class which actually performed an ijtamai dua for our success. Next up was the colour day in which we stood out by our purple dressing and decoration. Ma’am Zahra especially lauded us for our clever choice. More so, because we had hailed her advice by not wearing the dull black!

After the end of sports week, our class celebrated some days of its own. First up was the anti-valentine’s day by the boys. They all wore shalwar kameez and white topis and chanted slogans the entire day both in and outside the class rooms. It was definitely a sight to watch and enjoy. Another day was the funny theme cum mismatch day by the boys. Vests on top of shirts, shorts on trousers, ties on kameez, funny hats…and what not! The girls, however, believed in commemorating days of national significance like the 23rd March by wearing the Pakistani flag colors and tying green arm bands. Even Sir Shahid appreciated our patriotism! Lastly we celebrated the black day by donning black to depict our feelings of suffocation and boredom in the early months of MBBS.

And this brings us to our own class function! All credit goes to our CR, Taimur Haider who made this seemingly impossible task possible! However another first awaited us here! The arrival of the head of Basic Medical Sciences to such an event for the first time ever! As he had graced us with such an honor therefore we gave him standing ovations countless times so that he’d have a soft corner for us during the Profs. After the initial surprise, the dust settled down and the function proceeded normally. The highlights were the not-so-melodious singing of Haris longus, Sohail Waraich’s/Arafat Farooqi’s interview with the 5 most popular students of our class, the scam video of the boys made by the girls and of course the titles given to girls by boys and vice versa.

In the meantime, we experienced the ‘customary firsts’ attributed to the first year of MBBS:

The first time we saw a cadaver while hovering behind each other and then grew courageous enough to start dissection; the first time we touched a frog with bare hands and then smacked the daylights out of it; the first anatomy substage and our fear of the unknown; the first failure that gave rise to shock and denial on our part; the first time we were called ‘doctor saab’ and we ignored the voice thinking that someone else was being addressed, the first trip to al-Karim which was far from the last and the list goes on and on. All these firsts have left deep and far-lasting impacts on our minds and souls and have become an integral part of who we are: the cream of the nation, the best of the best, the Kemcolian batch 09-14!

On the other hand, there were some eccentricities which can only be linked to our batch; the fact that we were the first class to have anatomy, physiology and biochemistry modules at the start of every month! All our hue and cry at this atrocity fell on deaf ears and we were forced to appear for 18 modules along with 8 anatomy substages and 2 stages! (These facts and figures are valid till before the summer vacations) Then the elections and re-elections of CR and GR first under the supervision of Sir Zubair, then Ma’am Atiya. Both times, the girls voted for a day-scholar – Saira Afzal – to become the GR and so another Kemcolian tradition was broken (You see, because GR is usually a hostelite)

Now, we move on to the busiest session of KEMU, when all the societies become alive with vigour. While Ayesha Sikandar made her mark in the world of oratory, Zara Naveed broke into the literary scenario by winning all writing competitions. The 1st year dramatic society which is self-proclaimed as “komplein” also made its presence known by shooting 3 videos for the KAPS video competition. However the biggest success story of the year was the Bake Sale donation campaign held by SPWS. 1st year gave new meaning to this event by celebrating Ma’am Attiya’s birthday amid beautifully decorated lemonade and Gola stalls on cartwheels. Under the supervision of Humaira Sarfraz and Ammar Afzal, 1st year raised more than 80 grand and won the class trophy as well! Furthermore, some brilliant students from 1st year also participated in the National Science Olympiad held in LUMS aka Psi Fi ’10. They won laurels for KE by getting 3rd position in Diagnosis Dilemma and being the top 5 finalists in Tour de mind. The latter was a compulsory round for all the 200 or so teams from all over Pakistan. The competition was tough but we didn’t give up. Because we believe in Alta pete: Aim high!