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1. The strength of the class begins to shrink, thanks to the intense heat of Lahore. 2. The few who still gather the strength to make their way to class, can be found fighting for the few seats in front of the ACs and fans. 3. Overalls, previously scanty, now become totally non-existent. Yes, we’ll risk getting thrown out of DHs, labs and wards, but let’s face it: who wants an extra layer of clothing when the mercury is consistently above 40? No, no. Not today's weather forecast. This is from back in May. 4. You see every second person holding a glass of the good old Anarkali lemonade. [although it’s pretty hard to miss but let’s assume that you live in the stone age and didn’t know; yes, they upgraded from shoppers to plastic cups] SO refreshing! 5. The sole incentive for attending society events just becomes the air conditioning and cool comfortable environment. (Old Audi, I’m looking at you!) 6. Chattris, chattris everywhere. Period. ...

So the most dreaded time of the year draws near. 10 days to go. (aaaaaaaaaaaaa, *totally freaking out*) One question bothers me the whole day in prof, and that is not whether I would be done by my timetable wala kaam by the end of the day, no sir, what bothers me the most is ; "Will I be able to sleep at night?" Usually I am so adrenaline pumped up during exams, that I would be mentally drained by six in the morning (the time I usually go to sleep ) and yet neend would be qoson door. Never in my three profs at K.E have I ever slept a full hour before any written or any viva, cause I just can't. But I have, nonetheless figured out a few ways to cut down on the anxiety insomnia. I know a lot of you who are plagued by the same problem (cause there are only two types of people in the world either insomniacs or the ones that can't get out of the razai ) so here you go ; Drink lots of water during the day. A hydrated brain is more likely to go into...

TWEETY TALKS !   By Haania Khan   W ith his love for crisp and white eastern-wear, the very straight and median “maang”, the toothbrush-y mustache, and that ever green, ever kind smile, that’s Tweety aka Javed Iqbal uncle for you. You may know him as the one guy who’d punctually and dutifully recite verses from the Holy Quran first thing in the morning or from the sharp tap on your desk when you are talking during class or that stern-ish look when you have just plugged in your ear-phones. A ppearances. There is always more to what meets the eye. How completely lost we are in our fussy little lives that we are completely unaware of who the person seated next to us really is. What’s their story? What are they beyond our superficial, meaningless interpretations of them?  So I decided to break the ice and approach this ‘ordinary’ prop, a back drop in “MY STORY”.

 -  Same Guy Artwork courtesy of Bilal Rehman " Are you watching closely? " Remember this from  The Prestige ? If you do, you should have watched closely henceforth and hitherto. You people must have shared memes about how you are a kind of person who notices everything but stays quite - because there is a trend around where everyone just loves to say that they are introverts, maybe because being called an introvert also entails that they must be some extraordinary talented  super-duper-outta-this-world genius dudes  whose hidden gifts aren't being expressed owing to their  shyness  and  maturity  that do not allow them to  show off . Coming back, if you were watching closely, you must have noticed quite a few things about yourself and people around you, here in this home of yours. KE  is different from other universities, medical or non medical in many aspects. First off, its  phenomenal people . They a...

By Dr. Ali Madeeh Hashmi "What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from."               - TS Eliot In 2013, my family and I had been back in Lahore for 3 years. After much soul searching, we had finally taken the plunge in 2010 although a few months earlier we had watched in horror as gunmen had stormed the Ahmadiyya house of worship in Model Town Lahore massacring 94 people and injuring over a hundred others, a kilometer from my family’s house. Less than two months later and just a few weeks before we landed in Lahore, two suicide bombers blew themselves up the ‘Data darbar’, the shrine of one of Lahore’s patron saints, the mystic Abul Hassan Al-Hajveri killing fifty people and injuring more than two hundred. It reminded me of our move to the small Arkansas town which I finally left to come back home to Lahore. Jonesboro, Arkansas is a small farmin...

Dr. Salman Ahmad by Moeed Ahmed, Taroob Latef, Laiba Khalid, Unsa Athar, M. Junaid Alvi Master of All Trades, Jack of None Doctor. Guitarist. Singer. Author. Teacher. Cricketer. Actor. Ambassador. Salman Ahmad has done much and proven more. Graduate of King Edward (1988) with a “junoon” for music like no other, Salman Ahmad loved Physiology, hated Forensic, used to captain the King Edward cricket team, formed a band at KE “The Doctors’ League” and has almost single-handedly begun the trend of Sufi music in the current era. As spontaneous in his wit as he is eccentric in his appearance, Salman Ahmad sent the entire team into peals of laughter with anecdotes from his prof exams, some on record and many off it :P