Thumbing my way through

The human body, a complex organization of varied parts and mechanism, works wonders but even the smallest of the glitch can bring life to a standstill! Seriously these are definitely words not stringed out of sheer wild imagination but out of experience and by this don’t imagine me suffering from some grave disease… I could say this malfunction or a disordered function was nothing more than a mild pain but sure did it bring my daily activities to a grinding halt.
From this mild experience did I realize how vital any small part can be for us! Everything together in their best conditions can ONLY keep the body in the finest state. I can’t tell you how much I’ve realized about the astonishing performance of the body and the time’s it takes to fall are so perfectly coordinated with the time you need it the most.
This is something I learnt from the recent torturous experience of a slight pain in my thumb (and duh! No prizes for guessing my right one!) And how everything went haywire off!
It was the weekend before the first Cycle test (our periodical tests read: fast forwarded tortures, as it ends in a jiffy!), the time when all of us start learning the names of our subjects and slowly searching for books and not to mention the portions. And bang when I tried to write something, a jolt of pain just rushed through my thumb. Writing had become an absolute tormentor. Holding a pen and bet you anything was totally tormenting for my thumb. And for a person who does almost everything with her right hand and almost nil usage of my left, it was just impossible to do like anything. Thumb is the part of the hand that makes us hold things and has let us reach to what we are now. Everything done with our hands needs total co-ordination of the dear thumb, and when it ceases the activities of the whole hand just come crashing down!
Those days it was impossible to eat, Dress, bathe, hold anything, cycle, write and god knows what not! Now is it that I understand how much it would have value to an archer. Taken from our own epic the Mahabharatha where Eklavya had cut his thumb off as gurudakshina for his illicit procurement of gyan from Dronacharya. Seriously cutting someones thumb off is like whoa! Man… how can someone that too an archer who’s all skill and talent is solely dependent on the well being of their thumb. It’s like asking the nightingale Lata to give her vocal chords off to her guru.
But ya, coming back to my thumb crisis. I was totally clueless as such a problem had never lasted more than a few hours ever. But this time and the timings were just too perfect to get the point clear of total pure torture. Due to the dire arrangement of circumstances I was left with no other choice but to run off to the college hospital famous for their awfully accurate diagnosis!(for those who know less about the afore mentioned place it was sarcasm intended) and maybe it was luck shining the doctors were not available then. Didn’t know whether I had to thank my stars but then had to go to another nearby hospital, which generally is always deserted had this terrible queue outside it. Mauphy’s law proving itself right over and over again. :D Luck again and had ended up with the most grumpiest doc there! Who just kept screaming relentlessly at my thumb. And concluded that it was some tendon inflammation, Man! I wonder how the hell did I end up with it.. had her course and due to no change in pain had to approach the coll doc’s who happily told me it was due to “wear and tear”, man that saying always seemed so mild but when to comes to my thumb, man I was shit worried! Then came the exams which I happily screwed big time, but anyway who can rewrite fate ;) thumb pain or no pain, that that has to be screwed will be under any circumstances ;)
Now weeks later after that thumb feels kinda alright but still I have not even the vaguest idea of what had happened then to my thumb, after several x-rays and doc visit I’m as much in the dark as I was in earlier. Just hoping the pain doesn’t plan a visit again!

The woes of a non cs student in engg!!

Changes are the only stuff constant,
As life changes every instant,
Apt choices to be made at every fork,
And I don’t eat pork!!

This was a feeble attempt to put up a fancy few-liners at the start of a blog. I’ve read so many blogs where people start off with a small poem, which is very meaningful and fits like a glove to the writing. Tried finding one for mine but in vain.

After the end of 10th board exams I was terribly relieved as i didn’t have to study history geography and similar stuff anymore. Phew! Seriously a sigh of relief. But little did I know about the big decision awaiting me. It was decided to take up science group but not the elective. Parents happily left the decision on me. Man! Was in a total dilemma. One thing was decided that never would I take up pure biology as couldn’t bear mugging up all the bones and veins and god knows what else hidden in the body. So basically the option left free was computer science so thought I had nothing much to ponder upon so went and quickly enrolled for comp.sci but then did I know there was another stream ‘Biotechnology’. And it being not pure bio just the interesting parts of it. It involved DNA’s and all the forensic kind of stuff, which I did have a penchant for. Rushed back to school and re-enrolled into biotech, everyone around commended saying good choice and all that. All doubts about the elective disappeared once classes started. I just started loving the subject big time; it had just the correct amount of bio not more not less. Wow! Was happy for making a right decision (at least I thought so!).
Once into engineering college only did I realize the monstrous mistake committed. Everything at least almost everything here revolves around computers. What was I thinking! In the first semester there was the first installment of torture. We had C language. In labs sat and struggled for programs which other comp.sci freaks could chant even in sleep. It was pure hell those days. Couldn’t figure out anything why were hashes including stuff, semicolons all over, weirdo commands. God! I had enough; every lab session then been completed by a short trip to my mailbox where there were proper completed programs by other friends. But then how long could it all last, before the practicals believe me or not it was possibly the worst day for me. There were all cs pro’s roaming around gossiping, sleeping, messaging or doing something that definitely didn’t involve studying for the horror in store the next day. Only thing we non-cs students could do now was to start bitching about how senseless it was. Although I did nothing to life our gpa’s but it did make us feel way better, and if by mistake some cs student hears it, god! Those stares. If stares could kill don’t know whether even having a cats 9 lives would help me anyway. Thanks to all friends it was only under their combined support and late night tutoring before a cs exam was able to pass scot free with a decent grade!
Whoa it was just after the exam did I just realize that it wasn’t a bad subject after all. Was kind of cool but then it just is tough to learn it all of a sudden.
Ill have next course of cs only in 3rd year next. Till then relief…
But our close encounters with cs don’t end. Just then do we realize if you know cs and have a liking for it (duh! All cs students love it, but just put that clause) there are innumerable stuff you could involve yourself in. at a point I seriously felt almost all the inductions happening at that point were for stuff somehow or the other related to cs!!:(
Almost the whole hostel used to clear out those days and left were those cs illiterate ones…
A piece of advice for anyone in dilemma to decide which course to take in 11th and want to get an engineering degree take up the cs course without fail or you’ll end up being a member of the computer illiterates with the only pastime being bitching about computers and the plethora of code words in them.