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Vishwaniketan is the first private engineering college in India to implement PBL ( Project Based Learning ). As as part of the PBL model for under grad students, the FELLOWSHIP program is a study abroad program which helps to broaden the academic experience. I today’s global market, a study abroad experience adds another dimension to the students resume and enhances opportunities of employment. such students are more open to challenges and are found to be more dynamic and adaptive to changing environments.The Fellowship program in a gist is a 7 week internship under renowned professors , who allot research based projects to students. Groups are formed as per the project chosen by a student. The student is then guided to commence with a research based time bound project. There are no lectures or practicals involved , true to the actual sense of PBL.There are weekly progress presentations and at the end a final report is to be submitted by the group. The very nature of this focused work often culminates in paper presentations in journals of repute overseas.

She got me falling in love with her. This happens to me very rarely with people. There is an instinct in me, this protectiveness, it's so fierce that it hurts to breathe when I have them. I've felt this towards only four people in life, including my boyfriend.I was in ER duty one day when a very young female around 15 years of age came to us with difficulty in breathing. She was diagnosed with Systemic Lupus Erythromatosis and both her kidneys had failed. It's called Lupus Nephritis and she was under multiple medications and on regular dialysis. She was diagnosed so late that it was too late for anything that could salvage her kidneys except to keep her on dialysis. When she presented to us, she had just had her dialysis a day back. We don't know what prompted it, but she was in Pulmonary edema (buildup of fluid in her lungs). It escalated so quickly that she was heaving when she came to the ER and her oxygen saturation started falling and she became lethargic within minutes of arrival.The medical officer under whom I was working that night acted so fast. He started her on diuretics and asked the nurse to phone the nurse posted on ICU dialysis. Then when she started becoming disoriented and oozing red colored froth from her mouth, he asked me to suction her and he intubated her. After intubation, her saturation improved a bit but she was frothing so bad that we had to suction from both the corner of her mouth and her Entotracheal tube. She was shifted to the ICU dialysis soon enough and she got better after the dialysis. That's what we heard from the Nephrology Medical officer the next morning.At the end of my internship, I was posted for a month in Nephrology department when I met her again. She was too thin for a 15 year old. The buildup of toxins in her system in between dialysis made her nauseous so she didn't have enough will to eat her regular meals. There was no light on her face, no happiness, no reason, it seemed like she was going through the motions. She would be admitted almost every week despite getting dialysis two to three times a week.And in the couple of days, I befriended her. She was withdrawn but I chipped away at her day by day. And soon enough she opened up. Every morning I checked up on her and tracked her progress report, I felt like she was depressed. I tried to screen her for depression but she evaded my questions and told me that she didn't want to be on any more medications than she already was on. She was on almost 8–10 medications per day with weekly Vitamin D and three weekly Erythropoetin injections.When she talked to me, she told me how she wanted to just die because she hated putting all the pressure on her father and if she died, maybe her father would be able to work stably, generate regular income, instead he was forced to tend to her needs in a hospital. She was tired of being poked and prodded, she knew her prognosis. She knew that she was living on borrowed time. She had even told her father that they should just let her die. But every time her she deteriorated, it was either abdominal pain, intractable vomiting or fluid buildup in the lungs that would be so painful that her father couldn't bear to watch and they brought her for dialysis.“If there were something that would help me slip away in peace, I'd choose that than to see my father get deeper into debt, taking care of me. I am tired of living like this. This is not living, this is waiting to die,”, she told me one day, her eyes shining with tears. A suicidal 15 year old who was thinking about her family so much, a helpless poor father who couldn't give up on his daughter, what was I supposed to say to that. So I didn't. I just listened to her rant. I listened to whatever she had to say and I did so, everyday even though it broke my heart every time she had dark thoughts. Not in my whole month of posting have I felt so powerless. I could do nothing to ease her pain. I was just a lowly intern with nothing to offer.A meek 15 year old with an impossible diagnosis in a country like ours. She never had a fighting chance. Sometimes when I meet patients with kidney disease and my mind automatically jumps to her. I wonder if she is still alive. I hope she is dead. It sounds callous and I feel insipid when I have that thought in my head but I'd rather she found her freedom in death.She is one of the very few people who has broken my heart and broken it so poignantly.

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