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17 again

17... that's how old I was when you asked me to decide.
Back then I really had no clue, in you, I now confide.
Architecture seemed fascinating... MBBS, the easier way.
So I chose people over skyscrapers... and, with Ma and Pa I got to stay!


Life in Sewagram was all I knew, I still went through orientation.
Met 64 new kids from far and near, as they struggled with homesickness n starvation.


In the class on day one, I sat just scribbling notes, when somebody yelled "Kalantri".
I looked up at this new professor wondering, "how the hell does he know me?"


And then on I got used to being called out, no matter how much I tried.
Any row, any corner, wherever I sat, I simply could not hide!

There are many things others mustn't know. So I am told not to gossip.
But I am a girl with curious friends. Some things are bound to slip!

When I win, it's because I am a daughter. When I don't, it's in spite of it.
All others will agree when I say, It ain't easy being a staff kid! 

Yes, won't deny that we do get some perks... Some smiles and maybe a mark or two.
But believe me, it just isn't worth all the crap we are made to go through!


Don't get too sentimental, I now admit after all this emotional drama.
If 17 again, I'll still pick what I chose 'cause at least I get ghar ka khana! 





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  1. :) .. Wonderful !!! ............ and so true :)

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  2. nice post!! :)
    i do understand ur situation :)

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  3. I love the way u draw things into readers'imagination!line by line...so clean!I believed as if I was there in ur class n even when u were 17! 'when I win'....just loved it!n ur ghar ka khana' is rele worth giving anything up!

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  4. Thanks thanks thanks!
    Shaily: Extra wala thanks! ;D

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  5. Archana DharmadhikariFebruary 7, 2011 at 10:18 PM

    I liked your poem. Please check your mail. I have sent an email.

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  6. awesome amu!!!
    i lovd the "wen i win..wen i lose part"
    i sumhw can undrstnd hw u feel... becoz ppl close to me hav similar problems

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  7. Hi, I've chanced upon your blog before!! The latest post was really nice, esp "When I win, it's because I am a daughter. When I don't, its in spite of it.
    All others will agree when I say, It ain't easy being a staff kid!" I've been in such situation and I empathise with you!! :)

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  8. Dipika di: I am sure you do... who else would understand better?!
    Archana: thank you! :)
    Vinodh: Thanks!! Knowing that there are more people in my boat, feels better for some reason! :)

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  11. Well, I was a staff kid in school,for you, it's college I suppose!! So not in the same boat, probably a parallel boat in the same river!!:) Nice to get to know you!!Happened to see your blog from your Orkut profile!! Divya from Bhopal is a mutual friend!! What caught my attention was your style of writing!!:) This is Vinodh, by the way, logged in to my blog id!!

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  12. THINKING MEDICO here
    read all comments and found d situation a CATCH 22, never been a staff kid nor do i have ne memebr of ma family remotely in medicine proffession. thus i was on other side of river, though i havent underestimated or have ne prejeducial view of the other bank, but sumtimes d kids boast or teachers overdo.
    but i have also seen sum of them really struggle to keep up wid d presures and expectations and then i think thanks god ma life in med school came without ne strings attached.

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