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By Muhammad Mohsin Ali It is a generally accepted idea in the medical fraternity that you don’t need a lot of things in life to be nettled: your studies are more than enough. What with Anatomy substages, Physiology tests (and even worse: lectures) and everything about Biochemistry, you feel you have enough on your hands to cope with for a lifetime. You think about conceiving a murder plan for the next person who mentions studies. You consider air embolism, electrocution and even tension pneumothorax. But then, you are limited in our means and you don’t want to spend the next 4 years in a smelly cell inside the Session Court. But rest assured: Thinking Outside the Box is not something to make you wish you had never chosen the medical field. TOTB is going to be a fun-filled exploration of some of the sophisticated frontiers of modern science, especially medicine, which you don’t get to learn about in the newly demolished Anatomy lecture theater. As you read, you will realize

"Med School Blues" (written by a friend, totally touched my heart; and  this strong feeling of De Ja Vu  made me share it here with you all) “Is anybody here a doctor? (Pause) I am looking for a doctor.”  This was the only order that a troubled & worried mind, could  put those words in, at that time. And when her eyes caught on t o someone, who was so desperately sought of and so eagerly  looked for, I can tell that those eyes were comparable to the  brightest stars in the sky for they shone with the few breaths  that a mother’s dying hope was gasping for, and a heart  although exhausted after ages of tagging that body along but  still staying strong as iron as it pounded in her grim, weak chest  trying to cope for the miles it had made her legs walk. “Please  dear sir, can you come right away?”, “my son is...”, “my son”,  “he’s”... and she fainted. The doctor rushed out of the exam  room, “give me way”, “get aside”, and “move” he said, as he  cleared

[Note: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead is purely intentional and must not be reported]. How often has it been said: “The departure of a good friend is like the departure of one’s soul. One cannot live without a friend!” Ah! He was more than a friend to me. A mentor, chum, buddy and peer, G. was a person like no other. The void that has been created by his death is vaster, and perhaps of more serious significance than the ASD which haply mars the life of so many flowers in the prime of youth. My mind, full of grief, remembers the events as if they happened yesternight. Receiving an emergency pager from him, I rushed at once in an ambulance, honking madly at the cars that blocked by way. Knew they not that a person’s life was at stake, and I was supposed to be the savior?!

By: Farhan Ahmed Shah Edited & Illustrated by: Usama Irshad, 2nd Year MBBS. Far from it current run down state and waning significance, Anarkali Bazaar was once the heart of Lahore. The significance of the Bazaar was such that the fashions and latest trends that emanated from the Anarkali Bazaar would become famous all over northern India. The Anarkali Bazaar is traditionally divided into two portions. The Old Anarkali is famous for its food while the New Anarkali  Bazaar exists across the street. The Old Anarkali dates back to almost Mughal Emperor Jahangir’s time and it is said it was at this place that Anarkali, a Royal   concubine and Salim's one true love, was entombed alive in a wall by the Mogul Emperor Akbar; hence the name of the bazaar. Anarkali's Tomb 

First Aid for USMLE Step 1 2014 arranged by number of pages organ, system wise and general principles. Microbiology and Biochemistry have further been divided into subsections. And organ systems divided into Embryology, anatomy and physiology ::: Pathology ::: Pharmacology

by Izzah Vasim Hi everyone. In the next few steps, I am going to explain the process of “getting started” on the road to an M.D i.e how to get yourself registered with ECFMG and how to apply for any USMLE exam. 1) Go to ecfmg.org 2) Hit the tab – ONLINE SERVICES 3) Click onto the  tab- IWA(interactive web application) 4) This should open a page requiring a USER ID and PASSWORD. 5) If you are a First time user, select the option stating -If you are a first-time user of ECFMG On-line Services , click here to establish an account.

by Zohaib Aftab I got observer-ships in temple (Pulmonology), Mount Sinai (Rheumatology, cardiology department also give observer-ship) , Lankenau, Albert Einstein Phili (IM) and Thomas Jefferson (Endocrinology). But i am not going to do them since I have matched this year. Here are some tips on getting Observerships: 1- Try to find email ID's of Faculty members from websites and look for the ID of Program coordinator Program director. 2- Make a template of your CV. Especially focusing on your clinical  experience. (Positive things in my CV was ECFMG certification, and prior US clinic experience). 3- Do mention your Visa Status, And it's even better if you mention you live in the same city.

Important points Regarding ERAS application and LORs: by WAQAS NAWAZ MD I am feeling to upload this post in view of few misunderstandings about duration vs number of LORs and Importance of Pak vs USA LORs and their role in Eras application. 1- One can only upload 4 LORs in ERAS no matter how much duration they cover.  2- Duration of LORs is important as it is the requirement of programs as 3 month or 2 month USCE (number of LORs is not a requirement of program) 3- Number of LORs is important as it seems more non biased to receive different letters from different specialties; different hospitals and different Authors (it attracts the program director more but not a requirement of program)

By Izza Vasim Some useful stuff regarding Observerships...hope this helps...good luck! Where to Apply for Observerships: This is years of my hard work. People just REMEMBER one thing. Don't forget the BASICS. I had seen people who never respond after they get the RESIDENCY. But don't forget what you were Few years back-struggling there to FIND A WAY. Inculcate the HABIT OF HELPING OTHERS. P.S.: Even now many people dont read what i wrote on top. They just want to get away with the list. Try their chances and relax back. So just think once. I may not change you. But i can TRY that at least. Comments and Critics are WELCOME. I love them. Externship- Jackson Park, Chicago Contact Email:externship@hotmail.com Mercy hospital st louis has externship on merit andcredentials. Its free.( Internal Medicine - Filled till December 2013. They accept applications on October 1st for January to May. Need Social Security and scores above 220, one month only).  www.mercygme.net

As medical students we are stigmatized: everyone thinks we are nerds who study only books related to the finer aspects of human biology. And without doubt, some of us are. I always feel a pang of horror, and even more than that, depression, when I see my friends carrying puny little bags filled beyond their capacity with the inestimably atrocious works of Guyton, Ganong, Keith L. Moore, Costanzo, and the all-time favorite BD Chaurasia . It is a source of inexpressible wonder to me how these people can cope with so much and not become Dr. Jekyll. But medical students read other books too. At least some of them do. And among these, probably the best in business right now is Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach. By now, you must be hardened enough (read dheet) not to whimper at the mention of a cadaver. Indeed some of you have already formed a long-lasting relationship of dissection with the rotting, eviscerated body lying all by itself in the Anatomy DH, giving

KemUnited Annual Honor Ceremony : Event Review By Anosha Anwar T AKE A MORTAR OF MBBS AND THE PESTLE OF KEMU….WHAT YOU GET ?.... IS A CHAATTNII of medical students (point of identification = found murmuring why I chose MBBS?) H i there. Meet the chatnii. Aka the Kemcolians . Despite the theeta book worm reputation , deep within the labyrinth of spine-wrecking studies (bag packers palsy and hunch backs reported recently due to study burden) and a conservative out-look , in a place… W here:- ·          Passing by the zero point the first thought that comes to mind is “pehli baar larki dekhi ha kia?”   ·          the major entertainment medium is gossip (which inevitably always revolves around Facebook) ·          Every action has a consequence… w ell, if you scratch away that superficial impression(even if true) and don’t judge a reasonably good book by a ruined cover , you shall find  LIFE here at KE, Which can’t be described by enumerating the socia

                                        By- Romesa Qaiser Khan, 1st year.                                                                    1. For starters..                                       2. And see the sun out there? May be too much to ask but..                                                    3. What we need right now:                                           Instead what we're getting from our professors..  4. Then there's that matter of our state of mind towards lectures by now: 5. We've worked hard enough all year. NO MORE. 

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”.

                          By: Usama Irshad 2nd Year MBBS Like any average Punjabi ,I have inherited(and imbibed) my fair share of love for the dhaba (open-air restaurants) culture. This combined with the deluge of servants at our home, most of whom hailed from Punjabi villages, and who given half a chance would break into their favorites numbers from the likes of Ibrar ul Haq and Arif Lohar, ingrained in me a deep sense of ownership for this legendary land of five rivers.  At school we were taught to hate India for waging wars against us, for killing our people and usurping our rightful assets, but as I grew up and read authors like K K Aziz ( Murder of History) ,Pran Neville( Lahore a Sentimental Journey) , Bapsi Sidhwa( Cracking India) and Khushwant Singh( Train to Pakistan) , I was able to dispel most of my grudges and hatred for India as nonsensical and irrational. I realized that the atrocities of 1947 had largely been two-sided and that they were fueled by political f

Confessions of a Neem Hakeem : Part 1- The Rookie I’ll be jotting down the usual, typical, clichéd, ragari hui statements about getting into medicine with tears in eyes and donning a shining sparkling overall that beats the Twilight wala Edward. Amma abba ka laiq bacha, unka source of pride and khandaan ke saamnay a respectable, enviable showpiece. Moving onnnn. (3 Years in medicine certainly haven’t quite made me pleasant, I see. Or that’s because the feeling passes. Aik saal is quite enough to brag about it though by profs, the spirit is definitely dampened.) Before getting into Medicine, the only ideas we had about being a doctor were fantasized versions of House or Grey’s Anatomy. That doctors are really cool, and all the learning and heroics comes naturally. Highly and sadly, quite mistaken we are. Once you enter the realms of the world of mysteries and maladies and remedies of human body, you realize how mistaken you were, how totally incapable you are an

Answers to PBQs of Past papers Pharmacology 2008 Answer:  b.Colchicine

By Bapsi Sidhwa  (The following article appeared in  News week Pakistan's March 1&8 2013 issue) Basant in Lahore:a painting by Dr Ajaz Anwar Lahore. If I toss up the word and close my eyes, it conjures up gardens and fragrances. Not only the formal Mughal gardens, with their obedient rows of fountains and cypresses, or the acreage of the club-strewn Lawrence Gardens, but the gardens in thousands of private houses with their riot of spring flowers. There is a carnival of jewel colors embedded in emerald lawns and hedges—a defiant brilliance of kachnar, bougainvillea and gulmohur silhouetted against an azure sky. And the winter and spring air are heady. They make the blood hum. I have spent most of my life in Lahore, and the city of 11 million provides the geographical location of my novels. Its ambience has molded my sensibility and also my emotional responses. To belong to Lahore is to be steeped in its romance, to inhale with each breath an intensity of feeling