Hybrid Hues '15-'17 AIIMS, New Delhi | Page 246

It was a warm sunny day in August and the musty smell of Autumn lingered heavy as a middle class Sikh girl walked into Room 13. ick braided hair and a chubby face indicative of years of unfettered nourishment, wide eyes still incredulous about her AIR 1, this room would witness her transformation into an aspiring pathologist campaigning against the immigration law on the streets of Washington. Over time, phone calls home would change from advices about not going out at night to booking a house in Bethesda, the plump face would give way to a �tbit adorned arm that showed visible signs of having endured too many pushups. Yet there were the constants - the Sukhmani Sahib recitation on her phone that you could occasionally hear if you walked in unannounced, dresses garnered over the course of many P waves hinted at her skills under the limelight and her old wise soul that could comfor t you when your weekly unannounced walk ins morphed into a psychiatric (sometimes psychedelic) consults. e blips were also evident - books on Indian polity gathered dust reminiscent of the days when IAS coaching was underway with talks about bureaucratic aspirations, a period of fangirling over Benedict Cumberbatch attested by a poster, a copy of Hindu stained with Chicken Curry that had borne witness to hundreds of philosophical discourses and emergency meetings convened because a girlfriend needed sane advice. I am yet to meet someone with a value system stronger than hers. She guards her friendships and her baby sister ferociously, can put a Delhi girl to shame when she dresses for the club but her wardrobe is stuffed with the trendiest kurtas. Last I walked in, she was curled up in a corner reading Goljan and hushed me when the birds started chirping outside 10/13. H ARSIMAR K AUR H IMANSHU M EENA e 2011 representativ e of AIIMS nepotistic M e e n a community ; this (not so young) lad f r o m Rajasthan with lips like that of Angelina Jolie, makes claims which will make you re�ect the ever transient nature of facts and people’s characters. Multiple contrasting accounts (and documents) exist about his age, board marks and monetary status. Change is the only constant in his professed motives. Halfway through his MBBS life, he turned into a hippie, with remarkable penchant for all things green, once detested; like grass, Tuborg bottles, currency notes,methi chicken...He holds the unique distinction of being both – the on paper and the actual daroo secy of Pulse 2k14 and, by extension, of 2k15. He claims to have changed and now allegedly is the caller rather than the “beater” who thrashes people who raise complaints against noisy parties. He plans to state “People’s welfare” as his life’s motive in his UPSC interview and we wish him luck that he’s able to pull it off with a straight face.