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PROSE 08-13
08 GOODBYE MILKY WAY
09
09 PUFF AND PASS
10 WHILE YOU READ THIS
11 CONFESSIONS OF A PSYCHONAUT:
THE INNER CHILD
12 DEAD MAN WALKING
POETRY 14-17
14 THE NIGHT ALIVE
15 MY BED OF SKY
16 CLAY FIGURES
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17 IT COOED TO ME
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20
SITTING IN THE CANTEEN
BLOODLINE REPORT
ZLCS REPORT
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21 WELFARE AID REPORT
ARTICLES
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22-25
22 MUSINGS OF AN ALUMNUS
23 A TWISTED SENSE OF HUMOR?
24 HOW TO WRITE GOOD
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25 HOME AWAY FROM HOME
miscellaneous 26-31
26 MOVIE REVIEWS
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28 TV REVIEWS
29 PLAYLISTS
30 QUOTES
31 WORDS TO KEEP INSIDE YOUR POCKET
WORDS THAT DON'T HAVE AN ENGLISH
EQUIVALENT
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GALLERY 32
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Patron’s Note
It was a fine autumn morning, I was in my office
making a presentation for an upcoming lecture when
Shahzeb and Wajeeha requested me to patronize this
publication. Having my plate already full with teach-
ing and post graduate workload, I wondered if I
would be able to accomplish this additional task. I
knew that starting a new project from scratch is never
an easy task and requires extensive effort and
struggle. However I also felt that years of medical
education, internship and post graduation were
gradually turning off the centers of my brain responsi-
ble for deriving pleasures from literature, music and
art. I wanted to be a part of something different,
something non-scholarly, something non-textual, like
EDITORIAL BOARD
selected the best ones to be included. I commend
the hard work of both these editors.
prosE
Goodbye Milky Way
“TELL ME a story,” she said, snuggling up to him as they were married and would have lived happily ever after
watched Rigel and Betelgeuse twinkle overhead. except –”
“Alright,” he agreed. “But just one, okay?”
“Except what?” she asked. “Except that this was a
She said nothing but he felt her smile in the dark time of change. The era of kings and queens was at
beside him and he was glad. an end and the time of this-ism and that-ism was
about to begin. The fires of revolution were spreading
“Once upon a time,” he began, “there was a beauti- and, though the prince was benevolent, he was also
ful girl who – “ a prince and he realised that it was only a matter of
of my mind and directly elicited a reaction from the conscious thought process, shattering parts of my gravity, daring it to make me fall. My mother’s regular routine: every day without fail, at
deeper parts of me, parts to which I was oblivious, battered persona and bringing with it the awareness, the most outrageous hours, she bursts into my room
where the light of my consciousness seldom falls. the profound realization of the existence of the Inner To finish myself off I commit Suicide, one of the more and commences the waterworks, endlessly trying to
Child. strenuous moves. I jump into the air, land on my back. cajole her God into making my ‘problem’ magically -
It had struck my inner child. Or head. Or shoulder. Remarkably graceful - rather nay, miraculously - disappear. Obviously to no avail. I
It was a moment of self realization, a moment of truth, than robotic. think she needs a brain doctor more than I do.
Though this was the second time, it took me a while to the moment where an artist conceives the essence of
realize as it disrupted all conscious thought and went his painting, when a man discovers the purpose to his And when I’m done, applause pierces through the air. They call me a dead man. (Although that makes no
through the superficial masks of my false selves and life, when two unaware lovers lose themselves in their It cheers me on; motivates me, appreciates me. sense because one cannot be dead unless one has
dug directly at my essence, shattering parts of it and first gaze. no recorded heartbeats - and my cardiograms taken
just for a moment it seemed so that I happened to I feel alive. Unstoppable. Extraordinary. Special. from the cardiograph forever planted on my bedside
have caught a glimpse of my "real" self: the inner It is a moment of definition; it brought to light the ugly table prove otherwise.) And when one of them called
child, in those flying shards; disarming me, crippling truth that was, how the island of Faiakes and her Dance is not my passion. It is not a dream or an me a dead man, the rest nodded in unison. It seemed
me. And as the pain surged through my soul, I lost all inhabitants were all a beautiful deception, a farce, a ambition. almost rehearsed.
sense of reality for a while. lie.
Dance is my life. It is my reality, my achievement. I wasn’t dead though, that I was sure of. I wasn’t one
What remained were drifting thoughts, whispers and How the woman I considered to be my lover, my of those spirits flying around the room over my own
indistinct sounds. The warrior that battles throughout friend, was in reality a blinding deception and the I was born a dancer, will live a dancer, will die a body watching my family members sprout tears as
the psychological life of man, protecting the inner bond was only fashioned in hopes to unite with the dancer. they do in movies (however cool that might be). I was
child from the cruel, harsh winds and ideas of this divine, to undo the initial separation, to be complete. simply “comatose”? A vegetable? Nonsense. I had
corrupt, impure world, had laid down his arms, And then. not lost my “cognitive neurological functions” as they
defeated in the battle. Alas, it was only a lost cause. believed. I’m pretty much neuro-what’s it-ically intact.
A jolt knocked me over, my eyes shut tight. I was in a They’re wrong. And I wish I could tell them. But would
The child had been struck and was in deep pain. As the moment passed away, and with it the pain and distorted fetal position for what seemed like a bazillion they care if I did?
confusion, assimilation of the realization occurred years - I say so because I hadn’t the slightest clue that
The battle had been lost for once, through an together with the rejuvenation of the psychological I was ever in one; no idea of when I left it – until Behind closed doors, music and dance have forever
unguarded flank amongst countless other fronts that warrior for further battles. sudden realisation hit me when the nurse’s explicit ignited a flame in my soul which was once
a man spends his life building forts upon, to guard the Spanish imprecations, evidently aimed at the strange proclaimed dead.
inner child. And once again, the lesser selves built themselves up arrangement of my limbs, interrupted my peaceful
around the recovering Inner Child. meditation. So I silently live my life, laughing to myself, laughing at
The psychological pain remained in the background them. But never laughing with them. Them people
of my consciousness like white noise, disrupting my BILAL AHMED My head was turned 90 degrees clockwise, then 180 who think I’m worthless; who think I’m artificially alive,
degrees anticlockwise, brought to the bed rest and it in a vegetative state. I laugh because they have no
remained as such till my physiotherapist arrived. Or so idea how wrong they are and they never will…
they tell me.
I live the way I always have for as long as memory
Dead man Dancing They tell me many such dreary stories about my own
life, which I do not know. Perhaps because there is not
serves - away from their reality and immersed in my
own…
much they know about me than what meets the eye.
Imagine a world. the Top Rock.
For my own amusement, I undyingly give them the I suppose tonight, I’ll attempt to master hip-hop. Lose
most ambiguous stare I can muster: eyes forever myself in the music and find myself all over again
Fill it with colours, beauty and happiness; erase the First the apache step - the outlaw step, the power
monotonous, a grim upside down or down side up through my art…
impossible, the cowardice. step; all warm ups, making a connection with the
smile shaped with their fingers. Half the time, I fall
Imagine a man. Stalwart and gallant - he dances song in my heart. Swaying to the beat in impossible,
asleep while they’re still babbling on. It’s quite hilarious Because you see, I’m a dancer. But it’s my little secret.
under the stars and the moon. Shines brighter, smiles lithe movements, I am limited only by my imagination.
as they often don’t close my eyes for me and have no
wider. Next comes the Floor Rock. I cross one leg over the
other to form a flawless Figure 4. And then swing my
clue that I’m dancing above their heads while they’re QIRAT PARACHA
speaking! I laugh to myself.
Imagine music. Emanating from all the corners of this arms and legs as I turn over onto my belly and “swim”
world. It fills every inch of air, every breath that man in the pool of talent I possess.
All those eminent, prominent highflying neurologists,
takes. The most melodious, the most
cardiologists come and go. They perform their “CAT EDITORIAL
eu- phonious. I perform the Lotus Airbaby like an expert Yogi. The
scans” and “MRI’s” and whatever other random
double Airchair like an expert Contortionist. And the PROSE
names they can come up with; convinced that I am
This is my world. I am that Chair Freeze like an expert Chair.
electroencephalographically sound, but ergomet- POETRY
man. And I dance to
this music. Eventually, I Stab myself.
ric-ally unsound. Those complicated muddling words CAMPUS LIFE
go right over my head. I often have half a mind to ARTICLES
jump out of bed (or whichever surface they lay me
Tonight I am a boy. With my elbow. Up in to my abs, hips, side, back. My miscellaneous
down upon) and tell them doctors what’s what. They
hands hold my body horizontally off the ground,
don’t know what they are talking about. No one does. gallery
Beginning my set with parallel to the floor. And I balance myself. Mocking
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POETRY
The Night Alive
BY UMAIR ANSARI
Etched across the heedless plain, a careless stitch,
A blanket behold, a canvas of dismal dreams,
Broken silhouettes of a-many abode,
The decaying earth, the fearless waves and the night alive
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POETRY
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It Cooed To Me
BY ANONYMOUS
I was on my balcony one morning,
seeing the after effects of a bomb blast.
Reaching into my ears were the cries of mourning,
I turned to make my way back, but I heard wings rustling
Clay figures
It cooed, singing the evils of men.
He spoke of carnage caused by people who no longer cared
about the plight of others.
BY NIMRAH H. SATTAR
In the end we're all only humans It spoke of how we laid our intelligence to waste,
Made of clay how we fell prey to our desires
Just clay figures and committed acts like rape, murder while in our haste,
Brimming with emotions we forget to see people as fellow human beings.
Ten things I have learnT bridge the gap between ZU students and the Ziaud-
din Clifton Blood Bank. The idea was conceived by
Every eligible and willing student, faculty member
and staff from every college of Ziauddin University has
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are quite a few citizens working towards changing it ahead and laugh. Laugh at thetwenty one year-old
for the better. Media, as you must know, has a huge girl who’s had two different engagements broken off
impact on the people of our country. When some- because of her ‘totla’ speech. Laugh at the very
thing is so influential, it must be handled with extreme intelligent young ‘hakla’ who has been unable to find
Musings of an Alumnus
care. The majority of our country is uneducated and a job because his stammer gets in the way of every
very impressionable. It’s amazing how you can see single job interview. Laugh at the mother who worries
the influence of the media, particularly TV dramas, in about her daughter’s marriage prospects because of
BY DR. MUHAMMAD MUSTAFA ARIF the most unexpected places. A salesman at a cloth her speech impediment. But if you laugh at them,
BATCH XIII market once tried to sell me fabric stating, ‘Baji, ye le then please, also laugh at the deaf, the blind, and the
lo. Ye print Bihter ne 'Ishq-e-Memnu' [A popular Turkish physically and mentally impaired.
As clichéd as it sounds, my experience at Ziauddin spending quality time with friends. During this time we drama dubbed in Urdu – Eds.] me pehna tha!’
Medical University cannot besummed up in a few had to take important decisions like choosing the My aim is not to point fingers at any particular TV
words. The last five years have been the most specialties we’d pursue in the future. Last week, I was surfing through channels when I channel or TV program. I will not be surprised if other
challenging, and yet the most rewarding, of my life. came across an advertisement for a particular TV shows are equally insensitive about such issues. I just
They have been nothing short of amazing. Saying I Learning at Ziauddin has been a thrilling experience. show that I will not name. It seemed to be a humorous happened to come across this particular commercial
was apprehensive before starting Ziauddin would be The competitive atmosphere, intellectual challenge sitcom but what shocked me was the material that and it caught my attention. I could only shake my
an understatement. I was petrified and apprehensive and the optimistic perspective greatly prepared us for was being used to make this show ‘humorous’. A head, let out a hopeless sigh, and not do anything
and I had no idea what to expect. I had heard a lot what may lie ahead in life. I have been blessed with young girl stutters something to her mother, who about it. However, my conscience and my profession
of different stories from a lot of different people about impressive mentors and have found myself surround- dismissively addresses her as ‘hakli’ (Audience, this make me realise that it’s my duty to raise my voice. I
life as a medical student. I had heard of the ed by colleagues who have remained very support- was your cue to laugh). And no, it was definitely not a humbly request media channels to be a little more
never-ending exams, the sleepless nights and the ive throughout my journey. We now emerge as term of endearment. The same show has another girl careful with the ideas they promote. I request every
crazy workload. I was worried about making friends in responsible adults, who have been entrusted by the who has severely misarticulated speech, commonly Pakistani to not remain silent about such matters -
a whole new setting and fitting in, the bane of every- community as known as ‘totla’ speech in layman terms. She very matters that may seem trivial in the light of the issues
one’s existence. And yet, despite all these apprehen- their medical caregivers. We are now in the fraternity animatedly delivers all her lines like a real ‘totli’ (Audi- our country is facing, but I promise you, they are not
sions Ziauddin became the beginning of a new chap- of professionals called “Doctors” and it is a privilege ence, you know what to do!) trivial to those who have to face them every waking
ter in my life, a new path for me, leading me to my to join their ranks. minute of their lives. Calling someone a 'hakla', 'totla',
dream of becoming a doctor. To me, this is an example of blatant insensitivity. While or retarded is not okay. Please be a little more respon-
As I reminisce about those past five years, I remember I have nothing against the idea of non-humorous sible with your words.
However, starting a new memory at Ziauddin was the achievements and thefailures, the fights and the television shows containing characters with speech
interesting to say the least. We entered as young laughs, the smiles and the tears all have had an impediments, I do have serious reservations about
individuals with much energy and clouded by illusion enormous impact on my grooming as an individual such comedy programs. When you have these
and not bearing many worries and and on all of us as a whole. characters playing a comic role, it seems as if their EDITORIAL
responsibilities. We enjoyed impediment is being employed as a means of PROSE
both aspects of university “Cheers to the mistakes we’ve made, humouring your audience. The show makes me think
life; the studying and Cheers to the laughs we’ve shared, POETRY
of the efforts of that small segment of our society
meeting strict dead- Cheers to the time together we’ve spent, trying its level best to raise awareness about such CAMPUS LIFE
lines but without Only we know, to us how much it meant.” issues, to raise sensitivity regarding such matters, to ARTICLES
compromising on instil a sense of empathy in our society. Does our miscellaneous
media not realise what it does to those efforts by
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being so careless about such sensitive issues? What
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personal statements or self-explaining essays? In the you get at writing. Plain and simple. must admit that the past 12 months have not, by any personal favorite - is the tradition of getting Eidi on
past it was for college admission and perhaps, in the means, felt like a walk in the park with rainbows and (Eid-ul Fitr/Al-Adha). I do wish to introduce this
future, for matching into residency programs. At those 2. You’ve Never Written Enough: “It takes a million butterflies. I still remember my first day in Pakistan. I tradition to my family, for obvious reasons!
points in time, folks are compared to one another words of practice before a writer is born.” ~ Stephen was at the Immigration Section of the airport when
based on their writing prowess—he/she is a good King the officer had a good look at my passport and, when Quite honestly, the one year I spent in Karachi has
writer—so it’s certain that they’ll pen an amazing he looked back at me, he had the most confused taught me a lot more than what I learned back at
statement. Problem is no one really understands that 3. Show Don’t Tell: #1 rule of fiction writing. Aladdin look on his face. home for the past 21 years. From furniture to grocery
creativity comes in altering doses and in different taking Jasmine on a magic carpet ride is what you’re shopping, paying bills, and doing the rest of the
formats. Writing a personal statement isn’t writing per going for—tour guide at Funland is not. Officer: you’re a Maldivian? Why were you born in chores ultimately snatched away my title of “daddy’s
se. It’s slapping down words for an outsider, based on India? Why do you want to study in Pakistan? How is it princess”. I don’t think I would ever fully understand
someone else’s criteria. Real writing is creativity based 4. Adverbs = Enemy: Avoid at all costs, unless possible? the reason why people fancy the idea of living alone.
on what’s in the heart. Most of the time, we can’t sell absolutely necessary. It surely sounds exciting but then, when the novelty
ourselves by being entirely honest. I couldn’t figure out how it sparked his curiosity and, wears off, homesickness kicks in. I am constantly
5. It was a Dark and Stormy Night: NEVER EVER start a not knowing how to explain everything, I just smiled aware of being on my own and what I miss most are
An interviewer can poke holes in a resume because it story by describing the weather or a character and wished he wouldn’t take me as a terrorist. the little things like helping my dad choose a tie for
isn’t entirely true—it’s a fraction of their psyche that waking up in bed. work or shopping with my mum or random talks with
was put on display after rounds and rounds of self-ed- During the first few months I was struggling to blend in my two elder sisters and the fact that I would no
iting. Fiction on the other hand, might be considered 6. A Little Dose of Reality: Characters need to be and get used to everything. Settling in really did feel longer be able stroll along the beach minutes away
“untrue.” That is after all, the literal definition. But relatable and realistic, otherwise readers can’t truly like getting used to a new pair of shoes. I found it from my home.
nothing real has a straightforward and deliberate empathize. rather hard to open up since I knew no one and had
denotation. It might in fact, be the most honest insight absolutely no relatives in Karachi to sulk. Explaining There was a time in which I thought I might never fit
we might ever find. Fiction opens a window through 7. Balance: A healthy mix of prose, exposition and the meaning of my name, how it’s pronounced and into the society. But now I have begun to embrace
the eyes of a writer. An author is always in control, dialogue. Never too much of one. spelt is how most conversations started. Eventually, I the culture, which I’m so proud of, and this sure is a
always knows what character will do next, where the made friends - but for the most part of the year, I place where I intend to make a lot of memories. I’m
next plot twist is creeping up, the outcome of a life 8. Fear is for the Winter: Never be afraid of lopping off found myself hanging on the fringes of society. happy that I chose to study in Pakistan, and really
and death moment for a protagonist (hint: the hero heads if your story demands it. (For reference, see: grateful for all those who made me feel at home and
usually survives). This god-like ability to control the Eddard Stark) It took me a while, but I did fall in love with Karachi. If I helped me throughout. A part of me even fears
outcome of the story is the tool through which a had to use one word to describe Karachi, it would be another Maldivian coming to the same university and
transparent image of said person is clear as day for 9. Fear is for the Winter II—The Return: Never be afraid “unique”. During my first year in Karachi, I was robbed stealing my thunder! However, I wish all the best for this
readers. of breaking the rules set by authors before you. The at knife-point. I’ve only heard of and seen these things beautiful country.
goal is to engage readers. If you’re doing that and in movies and so the incident did leave a huge scar, EDITORIAL
Truth of the matter is—not not following rules at the same time, by all means, one that is a constant reminder that I should be more
everyone can write. But continue.
PAKISTAN ZINDABAD! PROSE
vigilant. But I have not let that one incident cloud my
there are some simple judgment about the country. I hate how the media POETRY
guidelines to follow, 10. Heads/Tails: If the beginning of a story is the most has successfully managed to convince those who CAMPUS LIFE
after which your inner essential part, the ending is the second most crucial. have limited exposure to Pakistan into believing that ARTICLES
Hemingway can the country is one of the most dangerous in the world.
shine. Here’s how 11. For the Love of Writing: Do it cause I told ya. Just miscellaneous
you get started: kidding. Go write. What I love most about the country is how rich and gallery
vibrant its culture is and, most importantly, how
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whose evident distaste towards Marilyn’s natural to a team of military professionals to save the day.
intimacy with the camera make for an amazingly Although there were a mixed variety of scenes
cutting dynamic between the two characters. This ranging from comedic exchanges to romantic
movie is a delightfully witty, classy and example of dances, there were, unfortunately, quite a few points
Movie Reviews
good British cinema, certainly worth a watch for in the film where the acting and dialogue seemed
anyone who enjoys a light-hearted drama. forced. Being an English-language film, it was too
obvious to identify the phony accents that some of
BY MAHAM MANDVIWALLA the actors were trying to pull, which does kill the
WAAR (2013) whole composition. The acting and dialogue could
THE ACT OF KILLING (2012) murderers, and not the survivors of this mass geno-
Genre: Action, Pakistani be better executed in some scenes, but other more
Genre: Documentary cide. He asks the gangsters to (theatrically) "create illustrious parts wash out those sections that are partly
scenes about the killings in whatever way they Similar to: Khuda Kay Liye, Bol
Similar to: Searching For underdeveloped. Waar certainly has its faults, but it’s
Sugar Man, Inside Job wished"- in the style of old westerns, musicals, gang- the best thing to happen to Pakistani cinema in a
ster films – in order to reconstruct the atrocities they “As long as history will be written by hunters, lions shall
never be glorified.” – Mujtaba (Shaan) long time, putting us at par with high-grossing
"All murderers are punished, performed from their own perspective. The result is Bollywood films. For those who have a love for blood
unless they kill in large twisted to say the least, and at times even the gang- and an unrestrained level of action, this movie is your
sters themselves, in a surreal fit of conscience, find Waar, also known as the, “Unstoppable Movie,” has
numbers, and to the sound cup of tea.
of trumpets" – Voltaire their own acts reprehensible.This is not an easy film to
(Shown in opening watch, but it is offers an opportunity no other docu-
sequence) mentary can – to take a glance into the souls of mass
murderers, and a society that has been brainwashed
IIn Indonesia in the mid-60s, into celebrating their genocide.
more than a million people
were murdered in a bloody
anti-communist cull. In an attempt to eliminate the MY WEEK WITH MARILYN (2011)
communist threat, gangsters that were hired and Genre: Drama, Biography
supported by the government carried out many of Similar to: The Great Gatsby,
the killings. These gangsters have now not only The Perks of Being a
escaped prosecution, but are also regarded as Wallflower
heroes and pillars of society for purging Indonesia of
t h e communist threat – whether out of “All people ever see is
re- spect or fear, it remains to be Marilyn Monroe. As soon as EDITORIAL
seen. they realize I’m not her, they PROSE
Joshua Oppenheimer, run.” – Marilyn Monroe POETRY
the director of the film (Michelle Williams)
The Act of Killing, CAMPUS LIFE
adopts the unortho- The film My Week With ARTICLES
dox approach of Marilyn is largely based on a miscellaneous
documenting the book that a British docu- gallery
perspective of the mentary filmmaker, Colin Clark, claimed was a genu-
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BY MAHAM MANDVIWALLA
playlists
ty that is inherent and innate
to human beings - this would coming into his own, but not without hardship and
be it. Louis C.K is the star consequence – a reminder and warning of the vices
comedian of the show Louie even the brightest of men can fall prey to, and a
– a ‘sitcom’ currently in it’s pertinent watch for anyone studying in the medical WAJEEHA MAHMOOD BAAKH NUSRAT
third season that revolves around a middle-aged field. 1) Pop Danthology 2013 1) Black boys on mopeds - Sinead O' Connor
divorcee who occasionally takes care of his two 2) Strong - London Grammar (High Contrast Remix) 2) Acrostico- Gui Boratto
daughters, a character loosely based on Louis C.K 3) Long Road to Hell - Avicii 3)Khamaj- Fusion
himself. Be warned – this is not your typical THROUGH THE WORMHOLE 4) Old School Love - Lupe Fiasco ft Ed Sheeran 4)Crystallized- The xx
run-of-the-mill comedy. Louie is a show broken up into Genre: Documentary, Science 5) The Night - Exit Music 5) Post cards from Italy- Beirut
segments of stand-up and vignettes, that aims to Similar to: How The Universe Works, Planet Earth
pierce its audience with its relatable yet brutally AMENAH JAFEREY MAHAM MANDVIWALLA
honest humour - often about controversial issues but “To learn how everything 1) Sons & Daughters - Allman Brown feat. Liz 1. Atlas - Coldplay
mostly about the absurdity of everyday life. It follows around us fits together, we Lawrence 2. Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood
the ideology that there is something funny to be have to break things apart.” 2) You'll Never Go - Wake Owl 3. Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? - Arctic
found even in the mundane, eventually leaving its – Morgan Freeman 3) The Ghost of the Mountain - Tired Pony Monkeys
viewers with an exaggerated outlook on Life that may 4) Pink-Slips - Okkervil River 4. Modern Jesus - Portugal. The Man
be someone else’s, but feels all too familiar. For Hosted by Morgan Freeman, 5) Looking Back - Hey Marseilles 5. Aroused - Tom Vek
anyone who can try to take a step back and have a Through The Wormhole is a
good laugh at himself or herself, this is definitely a documentary-style show SHAHZEB NAJAM SEHER KHAN
show for you. that in each episode 1. Benjamin Francis Leftwich - Atlas Hands 1) Banks- Before I ever met you
explores a theme or 2. Angus and Julia Stone - The Devil's Tears 2) Kendrick Lamar- Opposites Attract
question related to our 3. Bon Iver – The Wolves (Act I and II) 3) Ellie Goulding- How long will I love you
A YOUNG DOCTOR’S NOTEBOOK understanding of the 4. Hayden Calnin - Shutters 4) Gabrielle Aplin- Wake up with me
Genre: Comedy, Stand-Up Universe – Is There A 5. Youth Group - Forever Young 5) FAUL- Changes
Similar to: Sherlock, Ripper Street Creator? How Did We Get Here? Is The Universe Alive?
– and then attempts to delve into the science behind
“Save the world, one peasant at a time? Yes! I love each one, ultimately leaving the viewer to decide the
your optimism, it’s adorable.” – Older Doctor (Jon truth for themselves. The episodes are educational in
Hamm) their analysis of each theme; there are numerous
interviews with researchers, professors and analysts on
Based on an autobiographical selection of stories every subject, who form arguments for both sides of
from the 1920s by the Russian author Mikhail every topic particularly with reference to religion. But
Bulgakov, A Young Doctor’s for those of you that don’t have much scientific EDITORIAL
Notebook is a show that background knowledge, fear not - the science is PROSE
tells the grotesque yet pretty abbreviated and easy to follow. At times the
POETRY
comic tale of a young sequence of explanation tends to stray from the
central topic and become monotonous, therefore CAMPUS LIFE
man’s development
from newly minted the show has a tendency to become intermittently ARTICLES
medical student to boring. All in all however, Through The Wormhole is an miscellaneous
full fledged practi- enlightening documentary series for anyone wanting
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tioner forced to work a further understanding of the world around us.
in a rural part of
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Words that don't have an English equivalent
Never be here again.
Saudade (Portuguese): A feeling of longing, melan- Yuputka (Ulwa): A word made for walking in the
choly, or nostalgia for an absent something or some- woods at night, it’s the phantom sensation of some-
HOMER, THE ILIAD one. thing crawling on your skin.
Empacho (Mexican Spanish): Pain in the stomach or L’esprit de l’escalier (French): Literally, means stairwell
general discomfort after eating too much. wit - a too-late retort thought of only after departure.
Welcome out of the cave, my friend. It’s a bit cooler out here, but the Mamihlapinatapei (Yagan - indigenous language of Litost (Czech): A state of torment created by the
Tierra del Fuego): The wordless, yet meaningful look sudden sight of ones own misery.
stars are just beautiful. shared by two people who both desire to initiate Meraki (Greek): Doing something with soul, creativity,
something but are both reluctant to start. or love. It’s when you put something of yourself into
Jayus (Bahasa Indonesia): A joke so poorly told and so what you’re doing.
PLATO unfunny that one cannot help but laugh.
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Tartle (Scottish): The act of hestitating while introduc-
ing someone because you’ve forgotten their name. PROSE
Wabi-Sabi (Japanese): A way of living that focuses on POETRY
finding beauty within the imperfections of life and CAMPUS LIFE
accepting peacefully the natural cycle of growth
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and decay.
Greng-jai (Thai): That feeling you get when you don't miscellaneous
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would be a pain for them.
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