DR. WAJEEHA ISSUES

Hey all Blogging . Blogging . Because am neither studying nor working. So thought of doing thing ... that I effortlessly do... Blog!  I literally wake up someday and feel very lucky. I feel very fortunate. Spend some time eeeing around the mirror . Other days I am a mess. Some days I am Saint unaffected with my surroundings . We all are. When we go through any emotional confusion it truly affects us on a whole new level. We act completely different and in some cases become entirely new people. 1. Positivity Pauses In my case I turn into negative nancy! For a fraction of second it is like I deserve to be alone forever... the next second it is , Who cares ! I am amazing and I'll do it with my pace. 2. Self worth doubts I allow people to drag down my self-esteem. I forget how important and wonderful I truly am! • I am a catch 😎LOL.😇• 3. Stuck in a rut and rant I fall into a hole and cannot get out for the life .I just cannot seem to break this slump an...

Hey people !  Very few people speak of this journey .  They tell you the cheesy bits . Like the day they studied for 18hours straight. Or may be the day they felt like giving up everything. Honestly there is more to this journey ... the story with messy bits or the story with not so imperfect plans. The point of life where you pop out loud and fizzle out the next next second . What we see is the applaud on crowning with a Masters Degree. Nobody sees the sneer at the time of fall. Wait, may be they do... they do... but they chose to let it go. Once in your lifetime you are among the  people who are deemed as stuck in the “middle of the pack.”  I have come midway. There is no going back. But the path is muddy. My pace is slowing down. The hands are sometimes shaky and also the morale. I  cannot let the morale fibre lose its lustre. There are times I meet annoying people , have few bumpy rides on the way. With twinkle in the corneas and a wallop ...

hey people, S ometimes fear of exams creeps up on me, making it through my doors of self-love with a carefully crafted key. Those days aren't that bad, I can work through those days. Other times, however, it appears with an army of paranoia, breaking that door away with a hammer, bit by bit. That's the only way I put my panic attacks into words. I am surrounded by people who say they love and care for me. I am surrounded by positivity and affection, by rainbows and unicorns, by biryani and smoothies and every happy thing that exists in this vast universe.  They are reminders that while the deadlines burden me, they don't at least sound like it's the dooms day! I thought that my anxiety may have been passed down to me, generation after generation. I tried to look at my family tree and try to trace the roots of this paranoia ...  But then I saw my face (my father's features and mother's smile), and I remember that anxiety is of least of my inheritance...

 I know it’s a little awkward and probably slightly embarrassing, but why do you need a love letter , From yourself? 1.  You are worthy of this. 🤘 2. You are loved and you need to know why!👌 3. Nobody knows you better than me! 😎 4. You never got one from anybody else ! 😃😂 5.  We’re one hundred percent connected in a way no one could ever understand.  As far as the awkwardness is concerned ...Maria, you have a never ending list of embarrassing things you have done and this should not scare you. I love you because you are silly and know how to have fun! I love you because you know what makes you happy and you surround yourself with it. I left you floundering on your own, to rely on strength and encouragement from others (strangers) when it was I who should have held you up. When it was I who S hould have praised you and appreciated you for the wondrous person you are! For all the beauty and life you bring to this w...

Hi people! Yesterday , the mood was minus 100 degrees cold . One must never underestimate the benefit of a power nap. You wake up as a slightly better oriented person.  Time , sleep and food solves most things , And the things these can't solve , you have to solve yourself. So , this morning ( Rainy and cosy) I wake up to amazing weather and alternating personality.  Only focus today was to reach the restroom as soon as possible. Weak bladders are a curse, and I’ll write an emotional piece about it one day. For once , I wanted to hurry up , get done with plans and the very next moment slow down and live in the moment. This reminds me of my toddler days. Since the day of my birth , I always wanted to hurry up on things that resulted in a clumsier adult version of mine. My mom divided equal amount of Maggi between us , sisters . I was the one , who would hurry up , gulp as much as I could whereas my sister would savour the noodles with gravy in right a...

I wake up, scared. I don't want to leave the comfort of my bed. I don't sleep at all otherwise. It really takes a lot of willpower to study by yourself all these 18 subjects. Easier said than done. I try studying using various methods but fall flat on my face. But the attempts I makes way to  the next step. I was supposed to waltz through the study plan , not stumble. I don't understand the 12-18hrs per day strategy. The dreamy heads like me lose focus after 10 minutes straight.In 12 hrs I have dreamt over 12thousand times. I was supposed to be a tidal wave of energy , not the tired bag of bones and cellulite. Studying on the bed , studying on the reading table have cancelled each other. Nothing helps.  Discussions with friends end up with endless gossips. I am afraid, unready, hoping that no one saw behind the facade of calm. I know that the world expects you to have it all figured out, that there's a reason a quarter life crisis isn't a ...

Ya allah, Please don't let me fall sick after because of this chicken sandwich ! - said my 10 year old cousin. Flashback Friday : The argument of who is better a doctor or an engineer occurred and obviously had no conclusion. The pro thing about Arguments is that there is exchange of information but handful of them have any conclusion. The argument was about who was smarter and richer . My doctor friends would laugh out loud and say "Dumbo ! It was one way win altogether . We are paid peanuts! " The trigger :  Day 0 : The very next day , we head to chowmohalla palace , followed by a mall and a restaurant for dinner. That night I make a promise to myself , aaj se bus schedule right karna hai. Bus padhte hi jaana hai... Sincerely. Day 1 : 18 month old cousin of mine falls sick . Gastroenteritis ... I think its the most under rated sickness . Especially "Nausea" . May be because the chemotrigger zone of your brain is involved , your...