JNMC, AMU Annual College Fest : Zeal 2009

Another collage featured in the magazine.

This one is created out of the pics taken during JNMC, AMU college week - ZEAL

of the year 2009.

• 'SHAHEEN - Ascent of The Angel'  is the title photograph
• Participants of Face Painting on both sides
• Stage performers make a strip of photos in the centre
• Background of the top-half is an entry of T-Shirt Painting

Rest of the photographs are labelled.

photo courtesy: Dr Puneet Agarwal

Addicted Squirrels - at the Hadi Canteen

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A lot of HADIites have tried to capture this moment but the only guy who succeeded and deposited the click to us is Danish Iqbal from the Class of 2006 MBBS

Sports

“Few people might know that the source of cricket bat and a very common drug Aspirin is same! The plant Salix alba 'Caerulea' (Cricket-bat Willow) is grown as a timber crop in Britain, mainly for the production of cricket bats.
 About the same plant, Hippocrates once wrote in the 5th century BC that a bitter powder extracted from willow bark could ease aches and pains and reduce fevers.
 This is also mentioned in Materia medica texts from ancient Egypt, Sumer and Assyria.
 The active extract of the bark is called salicin.
It was isolated in 1828 by Henri Leroux, a French pharmacist, and Raffaele Piria, an Italian chemist, who then succeeded in separating out the acid in its pure state. Salicin, like aspirin, is a chemical derivative of salicylic acid, a non steroidal anti-inflammatory drug.”

An excerpt from a speech delivered by Dr Syed Ziaur Rehman,

Deptt of Pharmacology, JNMCH, AMU at the opening ceremony of

North Zone Inter Varsity Cricket (Men) Tournament

A Mid-Prof Blunder

Location: ENT wards
In an unsuccessful attempt to assess the undergrad’s knowledge, the professor questioned a Bright Looking Student with a below arm delivery.. and what he got back was an astounding sixer.
Professor- beta tell me what is the sensory structure in cochlea?
Bright looking student- sir, ummm…… crista…..
Professor - ‘pardon beta’
BLS - sir crista……
Prof - haan beta aage bolo
BLS - sir…. crista….. crista….
Prof - beta poora naam batao
BLS - sir, atif rahman raini
Prof -  :O

A New Experience

Knowing the storm within
The silence astounding
I stand outside,
A hope, a prayer
Racing heartbeats
I walk inside,
A smile plays
People, diversity I see
Days pass by,
I learn to live
Home I miss
But friends with open arms
Welcome me
into the new scenario.
Seniors – coconut-
hard exterior, soft interior
Campus, a city inside
Teachers, they make me
appreciate sleep!
Hungry, I stay forever …
Amity, a story inside,
another outside
A showcase,
presented carefully
Its real worth,
I am yet to know.

Why? Was it may fault??

At last, I am free
To be the way I am,
But in the second world, Alas!!

Gone are the days,
Of suffering, of helplessness
Full of contempt & chaos,
Of deep, profound pain
Alas, all that ends in vain

I was screaming, I remember,
Let me live, “Oh Lord help me”
And I remember people around me,
Cursing me, swearing at me.

Why? Was it my fault?

I remember the day,
When my creators left me,
To be gone forever...
I was crying & the world around me,
Was moving away…

As if I am not what I am
But an alien from another world
A creation of a lesser god.

Why? Was it my fault?

Earlier they loved me, adored me,
Showed me how to work,
To laugh and to sense…

But, after a biological test,
After the declaration of me
Being HIV +ve
They left me, to suffer,
To grieve alone
To die, in silence
With only me, to mourn me…

Why? Was it my fault?
I ask you…
… was it my fault?

For which I die,
Without a word of love
Without letting them know
That I can love, and am lovable,
That they can hug me, touch me,
Play with me…
Without excursing upon
Themselves my disease…

Why? Was it my fault?

Did I not deserve,
The love, joy, peace and pain of life?

Did I not deserve to be,
To live a life of my own doings.

Why am I snatched of a chance to live
To give & to prove what I can do

Why in the age of spoiling
My clothes with play,
Do they splurt me in my blood
Without dismay!!

Thank God! We're Not Human

Thank God! We’re not human
Ain’t the best of your creation
Nothing to choose from myriad options
With scarce planning, we go awesome   
   
Thank God! We’re not human
No cognitive ability and thinking
Though don’t we let our children starving
    With frontal lobes less developed
    A blessing in disguise of evolution
   
Thank God! We’re not human
With no caste, no reservation
Together we fly, since our creation
Not discriminated for any malfunction
Ain’t diagnosed with diabetes, hypertension
   
Thank God! We’re not human
The blue sky with moon enlightening
Twinkling stars, with eyes fascinating
    They’re sayin’ together and all
    Whole world’s your destination
Thank God! We’re not human
Not the best of your creation