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From Narrow Mindset to Open Books:

 When I first joined college, I had one simple (and very wrong) idea in my head:

"Anatomy and Physiology are everything!"

Because hey, they were related to modern medicine, and obviously, modern = important, right?

So naturally, I poured my heart and soul into studying them, believing that mastering these two would make me a star student in the medical world.


And guess what?

That was one of the silliest mindsets I ever had.

But I can't really blame myself — I was a clueless beginner who didn’t yet understand the vast beauty (and terror) of the Ayurvedic syllabus.


I even did intense “research” on the internet about all the topics taught in class (of course, only in Anatomy and Physiology — because priorities!).

Meanwhile, Sanskrit, Samhita, and Padartha Vigyan stood quietly in a corner like,

"Hello? We exist too!"

I didn’t hate them, but my narrow focus definitely pushed them to the backseat.

Funny part?

In my first internal exam, I scored decent marks in my "OG subjects" — and that foolish success boosted my foolish mindset even more.

I was like,

"See? I knew it! This is the secret to success!"

(Spoiler alert: It was NOT.)

As time went on, reality hit harder than a morning alarm.

I started losing marks in my "favorite" subjects.

Expectations went up, results came down, and self-hate went skyrocketing.

I was frustrated, confused, and honestly... kinda ready to hide under my blanket forever.

And then — the real heroes entered the scene: the "other" subjects.

No, I had not completely ignored them before.

Yes, they quietly stayed in my syllabus like hidden treasures.

And when I finally gave them the attention they deserved, they gave me the boost I badly needed.

Especially Sanskrit.

Those divine yet deadly slokas!

I still remember the sleepless nights spent crying over memorizing them.

But trust me — once a shloka settles inside your head, it sticks like your favorite song on repeat.

(And yes, I totally started chanting them in different tunes like I was rehearsing for a concert.)


Each line of a sloka carries layers of knowledge, beautifully condensed.

And slowly, I fell in love with them.

It wasn’t easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy, but it was definitely worth it.

Moral of the story?

Misinterpretations made my journey tougher than it needed to be.

Judging something without understanding it properly is like judging a book by its cover — and trust me, Ayurveda is one heck of a magical book.

Once you open your mind (and your heart), it rewards you in ways you can't imagine.


Ending Tip:

If you're just starting your BAMS journey:

Don't be like me in the beginning.

Respect every subject.

Love every sloka.

And remember — success tastes even sweeter when you stop limiting yourself.


Comments

  1. Nice one!
    Open mindedness helps us grow and keeps us humble as well.
    Looking forward for more of these thoughts.

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