Dr. Midhat Asif (Batch'18)
Now before you roll your eyes with an exasperated expression and flip over to the next page, let me assure you that yes this article is as cheesy and "lovey-dovey" as it can be! But here is the catch; It does not involve a guy and yet makes one's heart go pitter patter with joy. What sort of crazy stupid love is this then ; you might ask. Well let me tell you, it is the bond you and I share (and will reminisce someday) with our beloved CMH!
My relationship with CMH began with a very traditional-arranged-marriage-styled admission (credit goes to fate and my parents) in which one has absolutely no clue about what is going to happen next and neither has laid eyeson the future partner (sorrycampus) ever before (winks).Entering through the college gates for the first time back in 2013, my eyes scanned the place nervously and that is when the magic happened! Never had I ever thought that I would fall for a red brick building standing so proudly in all its grandiosity and glory. From the grand auditorium steps to the neatly mowed-to-perfection grass lawns ,the entire round architecture of the campus (which looks like a donut to all of us foodies out here), the old green tress swaying in the light breeze, the rustic leaves dancing to the rhythm of their own, its golden sunrays at 6pm, everything had an attractive aura and I was head over heels in love right there and then; silently thanking the All Mighty for this opportunity.
And then it rained! Literally. Just as I was readjusting my senses after that first heavy dose of the love potion, I was drugged with another one. As I stared out from the girls' hostel balcony, I was awe struck by the scenic view of grey clouds contrasting with the Red and Green hues of my college, students screaming and jumping pretending to be in a movie scene, I couldn't help but smile and replay the famous Taylor Swift’s Fearless lyrics :
"There's somthin 'bout the way, the street looks when it's just rained. There's a glow off the pavement". It fit the mood and the view so perfectly.
Just as the love for natural beauty begins to subside for a freshman student owing to the inhumane killing routine of tests, midterms, manuals, attendance, rules, Internal assessments blahblah, pops up the season of March. Aaah March- you beauty! What a sight to see in CMH in the spring season. Or as I call it 'the Mini Eid of CMH'.The jilted lover feelings that had developed in the few months prior to this season all vanish now as CMH once again manages to lure me in into its addictive buzz of the Sports week, The Olympiad, the Funfair, The Annual Play, the Concerts and a rarity, The Annual ( misnomer :p)dinner. Unexpected day offs, the colours and vibrancy, the posters and flyers , the cheers, the hangouts, the diversity of people working together and an overall all positive carefree vibe make me realize that maybe there is more to this medical student life than the dreaded work routine and I fall in love with CMH again.
And Oh! how can I not adore the place where I get to see movie like love stories happening in real life. Cute couples actually proposing to each other and then being happily married in the future.( *they deserve applause). All the hopeless romantics like me cannot help ourselves but say awww!
I fall in love with CMH for all the hope it gives me at certain occasions. The hope for a bright future and fulfilled goals. The hope that yes this impossibly hard degree 'is' achievable. All this happens when the Convocation of our senior passed out batches takes place every year. Seeing the students adorned in those black gowns, flinging their graduation caps in the air, claiming their victorious freedom just makes me swell up with awe. Those smiles and friends and family hugs amid photograph sessions makes me realize how CMH has a huge part to play in shaping our futures and bringing us to one of the major milestones of life. And yes, those 50 ft tall blue and red banners on auditorium don’t look too shabby either! Not to forget the HUGE array of potted plants that decorate the entire campus and whose variety changes more quickly than our attendance!
As a hostel resident, a part of my heart is invested in this place I call my second home. The freedom, the independence, late night coffee-gossip sessions, the sisterhood-friendship bonds, the memories, the walks around campus, the stressful air during prof season and then the joyous screams upon result announcements, all make me feel ever more warm and lit with adornment for this wonderful place.
I owe my Alma Mater for all that it has given to me. Everyday brings some new kind of experience, new feelings, new people; all of which have moulded me into the person that I am today. I love CMH for all that. A love that is continuously smoldering inside like embers. Never dying. And I keep falling in love all over, again and again. It reminds me to be thankful to Allah for the chance to study here. And I know I will never take my love for granted! Will you?
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