Doodles of the Insane

So here it ends. A blog that was active for the last 5 months will be less than passive in the near future, maybe in the distant dreams too. The doodler's quill is not broken. His thoughts still intact. His insanity quite a question mark though! But there is something more important to me now. My Life...My career... Most of you here would be knowing that I am a Medico. And I started this blog after finishing my last year's exams. And now its time for me to start preparing for the next. I am out of hibernation to burn fresh calories into neurones. And after the exams I can't promise you about the return. For I will be in my final year and I will hardly find time to read those pillowy books even if I start from day one! Thats what called MBBS! And I never thought I would make this blog a tool for acquiring new friends. I ain't that exciting character who makes friend at a glance of an eyesight or a curve of a smile. But I am glad, I made quite a few here. This place is a

x : I saw this coming. But I never thought, it was lurking this closer. Me :You know, life is unexpected. Just when you are prepared to move on with your life, something waits for you to get you to an another world! Thats really sad... X :Yeah..its true..But did you ever think about me? What am I gonna do without you? I am a heart without blood. I am a book without pages. I am a life without will. I am a life without life. Me :hmmmmmm...I loved you more than myself. You were just a reflection of me. But still, I hated myself and loved you. But the time has come now. My life is without life too. X :Your words are comforting. But why don't you continue comforting me? Me :I wish I stay and keep moving you. But I have to end now. For I have something else precious in my hands. X :whats that more precious than me? Me :Its my life...my career... X :So am I just a passing cloud? Me :No, you are certainly not a passing cloud...you mean so much to me...know that...But nothing sta

“Why don’t you just leave me alone?” he screamed and banged the door shut with a rage that’s killing him cell by cell, tissue by tissue, blood to bones, blood to brain. He is already half dead. A dying dead. Pissed off with things going around him and his life, he dived into his bed desperately trying to reconnoiter his mind, trying to discover something which he had forgotten for some months now, the sleep! He began his usual dose of talking with the God. Someone who happen to peep into his room accidentally would certainly call a mental health physician for help. But, in real, he is not the one who needs the care. Maybe the world, which is smothering his nostrils, choking his lungs, restraining his heart, obstructing his brain that belonged to the next generation, need special mental care. He was simple. The world made him complicated and then cursed his complicacy. “That’s how this planet functions…isn’t it?” he asked. There was no reply. “Why shouldn’t I come with y