Sutured Dreams

When I was in my final year of medical college, one of the most inspiration professors that I had the fortune to have learnt from asked the class something peculiar. He asked each student what he/she thought was their biggest asset in life. A variety of answers came, with most replying that it was their parents. And then my turn came. "My friends,"I replied. "Exactly," my professor remarked. "That's the answer I wanted to hear." I had truly meant what I had said. I was extremely fond of my friends. But my professor had a different point of view. "Your friends, colleagues set the boundaries of what we can achieve. The more ambitious they are, the more ambitious you tend to be. And vice versa. So it's always wise to choose your friends carefully." "Stop looking at those around you,"my professor continued. "Start looking at the best in the business. What are they doing? How did they get there? That's how you

Depression is a terrible disease to live with. A friend of mine used to call it a cancer of the mind. I would only discover how appropriate that description was many years later. The worst part of depression is finding someone who understands what you're going through. And even if you do, that person may not be the right person to help you defeat it. A person going through depression is perhaps not the best option to get you out of it. The general misconception is that you become depressed because you have something to be sad about. But that's not always the case. When you are feeling bad when you have no reason to be, that's when you realize you have a problem. Depression is an exercise in sabotaging your own chances of happiness. You arrange situations which are not likely to go in your favour and lament the end result. Every cry for help is too vague in design to attract anyone's attention.  No one seems to understand what you might be going through but it