Views:695 | By: Isaac I miss those good old days, the days of my campus life, when I knew nothing like stress and struggle. Neither did I spend my time thinking of the future for I believed that 'the graph was already drawn', little did I know that I can make some changes in it.
I lived a stress free life with my great team of hopeless and useless friends, sorry to call them so. This is out pain that stubs my heart like a sharp knife because if only I did not meet them, maybe my life could not be the same. But there is no one to blame as I did all that out of my willingness as I wanted to prove my manhood to them.
However, we enjoyed those moments. Life with different ladies at different pubs at different times in different places, it was more than happiness, a life I ever dreamt of.
Maybe, I can defend the fate as not my fault and say it was my parents' as I had lived indoors since my childhood, studied in boarding school and luckily enough went to campus. Was it not my right to explore the world and know more than soap operas that we always watched with our househelp? It may sound crazy but that was all that I enjoyed doing.

Moreover, they gave me the impression that I could not pursue my medicine course without drugs, and still to prove my manhood, I gave in, I could drink till morning until the following day. I remember a day I used my school fees for waste in drugs. I hate that life. I regret those moments and if only I knew these were the repercussions, I would have prayed my cards the right way.
After five years in class, just an year before my exit for internship as a specialist in general surgery, I was discontinued, and termed as untrainable.
I lost it, my passion and my pride. That how I lost everything including my bright future.

These were my flashbacks today after I met one of my classmates in consultation room today in one of the best hospitals in our country. Was the pain not worth my tears??