Monday, November 3, 2014

The way I got through my final exam- In retrospect



People asked me “ayya were you so brainy? How did you remember all this while doing all other stuff? How did you manage to pass exam? “etc.

Finally thought to pen down this small story. This is not boasting, but some words to encourage my junior colleagues who are now disappointed with heavy academic work load. In my view this is just a sharing of an experience. 


Remember,
1.       Unless you are a clever student you can never enter medical/ dental faculty.
2.       Practice makes perfect.
3.       Always help your colleagues, no matter whether they even remember or not.
4.       Though you work hard, yet no good outcome, you must immediately identify where it goes wrong.

Ok let’s see how you spend your time for a lesson. E.g. facial nerve
You go to a lecture 2 hrs- take down a note 1, collect photocopy of slides. Now 2 notes
Go home, read Neuroanatomy book for 1 hr & prepare another note. 3 notes
You see your friend is having a better note. You take time to read 1 hr. 4th note
Friends are telling about better kuppi note. You start reading anonymous content written decades back in which the content may not be reliable even. Still you spend some time on reading 1 hr 5th note
Try to answer essay questions/ mcqs. 0.5- 1 hr you find ur knowledge is not enough. Read some other book & prepare a note or get another note 2 hrs  6th note
Evening practical session- 3 hrs good diagrams are displayed. You note down them too; 7th note.
By now for 1 cranial nerve you have already spent minimum of 11 hrs & having 7 notes (may be 30-40 pages)
Now it is day before exam, 24 hours only. You have notes. But you have not gone through any note properly or may be once only. So ideally you need to have 11 hrs to go through those 7 notes. But there are 11 more cranial nerves & some more big topics remaining.
You start reading one note. As they look unfamiliar, you feel bored. You start reading 2nd, 3rd notes etc.. Repeating the same thing. Again feel bored. You just turn pages & throw away notes. Go to the exam without any confidence.
In the mcq paper, you see familiar terms, but you are not confident enough to mark. Ultimately low marks. Low ranks. Low class. Perhaps opportunity to take the repeat exam too.
Having bulks of notes, spending thousands of money for photocopies, why you still get couldn’t get good results?
In my case, how I did was,
If I’m getting photocopy after the lecture, I write only the extra points explained during the lecture in a draft paper. After going home while reading the lecture photocopy, I add those extra points to the same photocopy note. So I have read twice my note by now. Lecture is familiar to me & I do it in the same day. So it does not take hours to add.  Then I try to go through past questions, look for weak points in my note. I read a text book & add ONLY the extra points to my same note. To add to the relevant areas, again I have to go through my note. So that is the 3rd time I’m reading my note. I go to practical & see clear diagrams. Rather making another note, I add those extra stuff to my old note. Now my note is having lecture, extra points said in lecture, important points in text book which had been questioned before, practical class diagrams too. And I have read again- 4th time. I see my friend is having good note. If something extra I add. It does not take much time as now I’m quite familiar with my own note. So by the time I go to exam I have read my own note which is rich in all the aspects 5-6 times & it will never take 11 hours to revise. Maximally within ½ hr you can read. Next day you can go to the examination hall confidently. You save time. You save money. You save space in your study room. You save plants by preserving papers.

In next years you will go to clinics. Will take another example, imagine you see a TMJ problem patient.
Consultant asks you basic anatomy & physiology. You can’t remember. You waste whole morning 3 hours without knowing TMJ anatomy. You go to library read a book. Make a note. Go to lecture make another note. Take kuppi note. Gets another from your bright colleague. Try to answer questions, make another note.  After the oral medicine appointment you throw away all. Start restorative or some other clinic work. When you are doing oral medicine again, you do not know where you have kept your notes. Again same cycle. You spend 10-20 hours uselessly.
I’m not going to repeat what I said earlier. I did the same thing. I used my 3rd year notes even for my final MBBS. Same note with the added content from various consultants’ knowledge, text book facts, & exam points. Most importantly, that note is quite familiar to you. So it won’t take much time for you to find a forgotten fact or to revise.

People think that I’m so brainy. I do not know how far that is true. However in a reality I did not work that hard, but I worked in a very organized manner which saved me a lot of time. I enjoyed maximally (parties, trips, playing, movies etc) & now I have no regrets when I look back.  
I entered Faculty of medicine with 2A & B, island rank 509 in 2008. In 2014 I passed out as MBBS graduate with a second upper class, island rank 111.  Therefore I do not think what I did was a faulty method. It is up to you to follow or not.
Whatever it is I’m really happy if you all can go at least one inch beyond where I could go. Good luck!!!  

Monday, September 22, 2014

ජීවිතයේ වෙලාව මදිවගේ නම් භාවනා කරන්න..

ළඟදී කියවන්න ලැබුණු හොඳම ලිපියකින් තමා මේ කතාව මම දැක්කේ. නිල්ලඹ භාවනා මධ්‍යස්ථානයේ ප්‍රධාන උපදේශකතුමන් වන උපුල් ගමගේ මහතා විසින් කරන ලද ධර්ම සාකච්ඡා දෙකකින් තමා මේ උපුටා ගැනීම කළේ. කියවන්න වටිනවා. ජීවිතයට වටිනා යමක් තියෙනවා.
තෙරුවන් සරණයි!!


















































































Sunday, August 24, 2014

සටන් කලා සඟරා කලාප 16ක් නොමිලේම කියවමු

සටන් කලාව (Martial arts) ගැන පිටරට නම් ගොඩක් දේවල්කියවන්න ලැබුණත් අපේ රටේ අයටනම් එහෙම දෙයක් ලැබෙන්නේ නැතිම තරම්. සටන්කලා පන්ති හැරුණාම එක්කෝ පදිකවේදිකාවේ රුපියල් 40ට50ට විකිණෙන පොඩි පොතකින් බලලා ඉගෙන ගන්න ඕනේ නැත්නම් චිත්‍රපටියකින් තමා.මේ කලාප ටික මාත් ගොඩක් කල් ඉඳලා download කරගෙන තියාගත් ටිකක්.

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සැ.යු. මේ තියෙන දේ දන්නේ නැතුව කරන්න යෑම අනතුරුදායකයි. ඒවගේම වැරදි අරමුණු වෙනුවෙන් සටන්කලාව යොදාගැනීම අනුමත් නොකරමි.


Thursday, July 31, 2014

තෙල් බඩ නැතිවෙන්න කෑම වට්ටෝරුවක්

කොච්චර කෑමෙන් පරිස්සම්වුණත් අද කාලේ අවුරුදු 20-25 වෙද්දි කෙට්ටු කෙනෙක්ට වුණත් පොඩි පහේ " තෙල් බඩක්" එන එක ප්‍රශ්නයක්.විවාහය ළඟ එනකොට තරුණියෝ කෑම කන එකත් නවත්තලා පුදුම දුකක් විඳින්නේ ඇඟේ හැඩය තියාගන්න.













මගේ යාලුවෙක්ටත් මේ ප්‍රශ්නය තිබුණ නිසා පෝෂණවේදී විෂේශඥයෙක්ගෙන් (nutritionist) උපදෙස් අරන් සති 3-4ක් ඇතුළත් කිසිම අමතර ව්‍යායාමයක් නැතුව වේල් 3ම බඩ පිරෙන්න කන ගමන් බර කිලෝ 8ක් ( 68 60ට අඩුකරගෙනා අඩුකරගෙන තිබුණා තෙල් බඩත් නැති කරගෙනම.


මෙන්න මෙහෙමයි කෑම වේල

පොල් කිරි/ පොල් තෙල් කෑමට එකතු කිරීම සපුරා තහනම්. කෑම මිරිසට උයන්නවෙනවා.
උදේට කඩල/ කව්පි පීරිසියක්. ඒ කියන්නේ බත් පිඟානක් වගේ ගොඩාක්ම නෙවේ. සාමාන්‍ය ප්‍රමාණයක්.
10ට විතර තේ එක්ක බිස්කට් කිහිපයක් ගත්තට වරදක් නෑ. ( කිරි තේ එපාද කියලා විශේෂයෙන් කියලා නෑ)
දවල්ට බත් කන්න පුලුවන්. හැබැයි බත් අඩුවෙන්. එළවලු වැඩිපුර. ඒ කියන්නේ පිඟානෙන් වැඩිපුර තියෙන්න ඕනේ එළවලු.
මේත් එක්ක මස් කෑල්ලක් මාලු කෑල්ලක් කන්න පුලුවන්
4 ට විතර ඕනේනම් තේ එක්ක බිස්කට් කිහිපයක් ගත්තට වරදක් නෑ.
රෑට සැහැල්ලු ආහාරයක්. ඉඳි ආප්ප 6-8ක් වගේ.

short-eats කන්න බෑ
කොස්, දෙල් , දූරියන් කන්න එපා කිව්වලු. 

ගෙදර ඉඳන්ම කන බොන අයට මෙහෙම කෑම හදාගන්න එක  පහසුවුණත් නවාතැන්පලවල්වල ඉඳලා වැඩට යන එන කඩෙන්ම කන බොන අයට නම් මේක ටිකක් අමාරුවෙයි.ඒත් කමක් නෑ. පොඩි උත්සාහයක් හරි දරන්න බලන්න.

මේ දේ හැමෝටම හරියන්නේ නැතිවෙන්න පුලුවන් වගේම මේක සම්පූර්ණ ලිපියකුත් නෙවේ. 
හැබැයි හරියටම වැඩකරපු කෙනෙක්ගේ අත්දැකීමක් නිසා බෙදාගන්න හිතුවා
මේ ගැන වැඩි විස්තර ලිපියක් ළඟදීම ලියන්න බලාපොරොත්තු වෙනවා.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

මඩවල උපාලි හිමියන්ගේ "භාවනා අත්පොත" නොමිලේම කියවමු..Bhawana Athpotha (Handbook of Meditation)-Madawala Upali Thera-free-ebook download

"ආශ්‍රමයේ භික්ෂූන් විසින් මා ආදරයෙන් පිළිගනු ලැබිණි. කුටියට රැගෙන ගිය මා එහි ටික වේලාවක් නිශ්ශබ්දව විවේකයෙන් සිටිය යුතුයැයි ඔවුහු යෝජනා කළහ. ඝෝෂාව ඉවසිය නොහැකි තරම් විය. බල්ලෝ නොන්වත්වාම උඩු බිරුලූහ. කපුටෝ ඉගිලෙන විටත් විශාල ඝෝෂාවක් කළහ. රැන්ගුන් ගුවන් තොටුපළට යන රථවාහන වල ඝෝෂාවත් යාබද වෙළඳ පලේ ශබ්දයත් නිසා පසුව මම නිශ්ශබ්දවත් ශාන්තවත් විවේකගැනීම නවත්වා භික්ෂූන්වහන්සේගේ කුටි අතරින් වැටී ඇති පාරවල් දිගේ ඇවිද්දෙමි. විවෘතව තිබූ සමහරෙක දොරතුලින් මම එබී බැලුවෙමි. එරමිණියා ගොතාගත් භික්ෂූහු ගල් ගැසුණු  සේ භාවනාවේ යෙදී සිටියහ.
ඔවුනට කිසිවක් නෑසුණහ. ඔවුහු කිසිවක් නොදුටුවෝය. බල්ලන්ගේ බිරීම්, කපුටන්ගේ කෑගැසීම් සහ අනෙක් ඝෝෂා මධ්‍යයේ ඔවුහු සියල්ල නිශ්චලව පවතින මානසික ලෝකයක පසුවූහ."

මෙතනින් පොතම ගන්න.

Bhawana Athpotha (Handbook of Meditation)-Madawala Upali Thera-free-ebook download

ධර්ම දානයක්ම වේවා!! තෙරුවන් සරණයි!!!

Sunday, July 20, 2014

හඬා වැටුණු එළදෙන - අජාන් බ්‍රහ්මවන්සො තෙරුන් The Cow that Cried by Ajahn Brahm

කොයි තරම් දරුණු විදියට හැදීවැඩුණු කෙනෙකු වුවත් මොහොතකින් සෞම්‍ය කෙනෙකු කරන්නටත් අහින්සක  සතුන් මරමින් හිටි කුරිරු මිනිසෙකුගේ මුලු ජීවිතයම වෙනස් කළ මෙම කතාව විසින් තමා ලැබූ සත්‍ය සිදුවීමක් ඇසුරෙන් දේශනා කරන ලද්දකි.







































The Cow that Cried by Ajahn Brahm

I arrived early to lead my meditation class in a low-security prison. A person who I had never seen before was waiting to speak with me. He was a giant of a man with bushy hair and beard and tattooed arms; the scars on his face told me he’d been in many a violent fight. He looked so fearsome that I wondered why he was coming to learn meditation. He wasn’t the type. I was wrong of course.
He told me that something had happened a few days before that had spooked the hell out of him. As he started speaking, I picked up his thick Ulster accent. To give me some background, he told me that he had grown up in the violent streets of Belfast. His first stabbing was when he was seven years old. The school bully had demanded the money he had for lunch. He said no. The older boy took out a long knife and asked for the money a second time. He thought the bully was bluffing. He said no again. The bully never asked a third time, he just plunged the knife into the seven year-old’s arm, drew it out and walked away.
He told me that he ran in shock from the schoolyard, with blood streaming down his arm, to his father’s house close by. His unemployed father took one look at the wound and led his son to their kitchen, but not to dress the wound. The father opened a drawer, took out a big kitchen knife, gave it to his son, and ordered him to go back to school and stab the boy back.
That was how he had been brought up. If he hadn’t grown so big and strong, he would have been long dead.
The jail was a prison farm where short-term prisoners, or long-term prisoners close to release, could be prepared for life outside, some by learning a trade in the farming industry. Furthermore, the produce from the prison farm would supply all the prisons around Perth with inexpensive food, thus keeping down costs. Australian farms grow cows, sheep and pigs, not just wheat and vegetables; so did the prison farm. But unlike other farms, the prison farm had its own slaughterhouse, on-site.
Every prisoner had to have a job in the prison farm. I was informed by many of the inmates that the most sought-after jobs were in the slaughterhouse. These jobs were especially popular with violent offenders. And the most sought-after job of all, which you had to fight for, was the job of the slaughterer himself. That giant and fearsome Irishman was the slaughterer.
He described the slaughterhouse to me. Super-strong stainless steel railings, wide at the opening, narrowed down to a single channel inside the building, just wide enough for one animal to pass through at a time. Next to the narrow channel, raised on a platform, he would stand with the electric gun. Cows, pigs or sheep would be forced into the stainless steel funnel using dogs and cattle prods. He said they would always scream, each in its own way, and try to escape. They could smell death, hear death and feel death. When an animal was alongside his platform, it would be writhing and wriggling and moaning in full voice. Even though his gun could kill a large bull with a single high-voltage charge, the animal would never stand still long enough for him to aim properly. So it was one shot to stun, next shot to kill. One shot to stun, next shot to kill. Animal after animal. Day after day.
The Irishmen started to become excited as he moved to the occurence, only a few days before, that he had unsettled him so much. He started to swear. In what followed, he kept repeating, ” This is God’s f…ing truth!” He was afraid I wouldn’t believe him.
That day they needed beef for the prisons around Perth. They were slaughtering cows. One shot to stun, next shot to kill. He was well into a normal day’s killing when a cow came up like he had never seen before. This cow was silent. There wasn’t even a whimper. Its head was down as it walked purposely voluntarily, slowly into position next to the platform. It did not writhe or wriggle or try to escape.
Once in position, the cow lifted her head and stared at her executioner, absolutely still.
The Irishmen hadn’t seen anything even close to this before. His mind went numb with confusion. He couldn’t lift his gun; nor could he take his eyes away from the eyes of the cow. The cow was looking right inside him.
He slipped into timeless spaces. He couldn’t tell me how long it took, but as the cow held him in eye contact, he noticed something that shook him even more. Cows have very big eyes. He saw in the left eye of the cow, above the lower eyelid, water begin to gather. The amount of water grew and grew, until it was too much for the eyelid to hold. It began to trickle slowly all the way down her cheek, forming a glistening line of tears. Long-closed doors were opening slowly to his heart. As he looked in disbelief, he saw in the right eye of the cow, above the lower eyelid, more water gathering, growing by the moment, until it too, was more than the eyelid could contain. A second stream of water trickled slowly down her face. And the man broke down.
The cow was crying.
He told me that he threw down his gun, swore to the full extent of his considerable capacity to the prison officers, that they could do whatever they liked to him, ” BUT THAT COW AIN’T DYING!”
He ended by telling me he was a vegetarian now.
That story was true. Other inmates of the prison farm confirmed it for me. The cow that cried taught one of the most violent of men what it means to care.
~by Ajahn Brahm~