There’s a lot to love about CMC; but if I had to choose, I’d say the teeming and collective love of music and drama, and the numerous people I had the pleasure of interacting with, top the list for me. I remember when our council vice president called me on the day of play auditions in first year and asked if we’d be interested. And all we said to each other was “if you’re in, I’m in.” and in a split second decided to run towards fellowship department and give it ago. The outcome? Being a part of a hilarious play directed by the brilliance of Drs Dhruv Ghosh and Arpit Mathew. The musicals I was part of, the cantatas, the concerts, the systoles; It was never just about the music; it was the friends, and memories I made along the way.
But what really grasped me about the place was the people. I’m not a very social person, but the ease with which one could slip into conversations leaving all inhibitions aside almost instantly, cannot be exaggerated. There’s something about putting people from different backgrounds, faiths and states together in one place and watching them grow into something more than themselves, and changing their perspective as to what life really is about; and changing yourself to possibly the best version yet.
Every day on my journey from Ross to the hospital, every 10 seconds I’d see a familiar face, or a bunch of them. It’s not that we don’t see them every day; for some reason there’s a renewed freshness every time we meet; and they ALWAYS greet you with a smile. A walk around ross itself, and there’s always someone you can talk to; a senior to ask for advice, a junior to enforce your advice, or simply a chat between brothers. And this for me is the real beauty of CMC; the people. Yes there were experiences to put you down, and unfair circumstances that keep recurring but in the midst of all that are these gems of grace, fireflies on a night walk, the watchers on the wall…
CMC is not what it was. I became sad when people kept referring to the glory days in the past tense. The vision of our founder, the people who once taught in these halls, the mission that once united us despite diversity. I believe we can bounce back, and I envision greater heights for CMC. It gave me friends to last for a lifetime, mentors just a phone call away and memories to cherish. I dream and long for the day where I could work there again with the people I love, and be a part of the miracle to others as it was to me.
Let's make it a place of light, laughter, healing and music :)
Everyone has a few select moments in life that they’ll always remember, and cherish. You get a unique feeling at the time; some would describe it as if your heart skipped a beat, or a long breath of fresh air, or simply goosebumps. I remember feeling it as I heard poetry recited and discussed the way it should on a student exchange trip to Australia, when I stood on a boat in close proximity to the Niagara falls feeling a gush of ice cold water and wind on my face, when I played lurch in adams family and sang to an audience finally unleashing all the accumulated desire to do so ever since I understood what a musical was, scrubbing in for my first surgery, the immense amount of gratitude I received after directing the Christmas choir 2016, the final goodbyes at the Ludhiana railway station…
I remember getting this feeling one night as I was coming back to hostel at 3am after taking samples while posted in urology. It was the peak of winter, the wind was rusting through the leaves as I passed by mallu mess, the dogs barked from afar, the light flickered as it usually does. I turned around and got a glimpse of HSB, and the top of the hospital. Began to think of the motive with which this was established, the years of toil and sweat along with laughter and love, to become a beacon of light, an opportunity to be to others as Christ has been to us. And I thanked God that I was there at that time and place, knowing exactly that he’d put me there and being excited for what is to come..
But what really grasped me about the place was the people. I’m not a very social person, but the ease with which one could slip into conversations leaving all inhibitions aside almost instantly, cannot be exaggerated. There’s something about putting people from different backgrounds, faiths and states together in one place and watching them grow into something more than themselves, and changing their perspective as to what life really is about; and changing yourself to possibly the best version yet.
Every day on my journey from Ross to the hospital, every 10 seconds I’d see a familiar face, or a bunch of them. It’s not that we don’t see them every day; for some reason there’s a renewed freshness every time we meet; and they ALWAYS greet you with a smile. A walk around ross itself, and there’s always someone you can talk to; a senior to ask for advice, a junior to enforce your advice, or simply a chat between brothers. And this for me is the real beauty of CMC; the people. Yes there were experiences to put you down, and unfair circumstances that keep recurring but in the midst of all that are these gems of grace, fireflies on a night walk, the watchers on the wall…
CMC is not what it was. I became sad when people kept referring to the glory days in the past tense. The vision of our founder, the people who once taught in these halls, the mission that once united us despite diversity. I believe we can bounce back, and I envision greater heights for CMC. It gave me friends to last for a lifetime, mentors just a phone call away and memories to cherish. I dream and long for the day where I could work there again with the people I love, and be a part of the miracle to others as it was to me.
Let's make it a place of light, laughter, healing and music :)
Everyone has a few select moments in life that they’ll always remember, and cherish. You get a unique feeling at the time; some would describe it as if your heart skipped a beat, or a long breath of fresh air, or simply goosebumps. I remember feeling it as I heard poetry recited and discussed the way it should on a student exchange trip to Australia, when I stood on a boat in close proximity to the Niagara falls feeling a gush of ice cold water and wind on my face, when I played lurch in adams family and sang to an audience finally unleashing all the accumulated desire to do so ever since I understood what a musical was, scrubbing in for my first surgery, the immense amount of gratitude I received after directing the Christmas choir 2016, the final goodbyes at the Ludhiana railway station…
I remember getting this feeling one night as I was coming back to hostel at 3am after taking samples while posted in urology. It was the peak of winter, the wind was rusting through the leaves as I passed by mallu mess, the dogs barked from afar, the light flickered as it usually does. I turned around and got a glimpse of HSB, and the top of the hospital. Began to think of the motive with which this was established, the years of toil and sweat along with laughter and love, to become a beacon of light, an opportunity to be to others as Christ has been to us. And I thanked God that I was there at that time and place, knowing exactly that he’d put me there and being excited for what is to come..
