Running Amok !

Thought 1 : “ Will I ever be able to do it? Was I making a blunder? Would I be able to endure the five and a half yearlong agony? Wouldn’t I be totally out of place? What am I going to do after that?”

Thought 2 : “Never underestimate yourself. Five and a half years is a long spell. Will probably never end. I would have figured something out by then.”

Thought 2 overshadowed Thought 1 and I ended up in medical school.

With those five and a half years behind me now, (well, almost) I was reflecting on some of the moments I had spent as an undergraduate, that I had never anticipated of while having thoughts 1 or 2.

- Pushing everybody in sight, scampering down two flights of stairs from the lecture hall, every morning to reach the dissection hall before the others, to grab hold of a good spot to see the cadaver being cut up.

- Washing the heart specimen under a tap (it was full of clots!)

- Burrying the ‘strange organ’ ( I think it was the spleen) within the depths of the cadaver’s abdomen because nobody could figure out what it was. (We didn’t want that to be kept as a viva specimen)

- Gulping down cups of hot, strong and very bitter coffee from the stall outside the DH. I hated coffee until I got into that habit. (does that shop still exist?)

- Biochemistry practicals and how I always got a ‘band’ instead of a ‘ring’ in the test tube

- How everyone rushed to the Ganesha idol during exams

- The sms/missed call pranks

- Gobbling chaats/samosas/cone icecream in the evenings

- Playing snake/tic tac toe/bingo during CNS classes in physiology

- People sitting on the same bench texting each other (because sms was free)

- Laughing our heads off at a particular pharmacology practical session because the pg looked funny and the prof had too much talcum powder on his eyelids

- Playing with the rabbit in pharmac lab

- The forensic HOD yelling at me in the exam hall because he said I wanted to grab everything

- Being completely lost in Wenlock Hospital, deperately trying to search for the medicine ward/seniors/profs/patients/anybody related to the unit

- Com med field trips, the door to door survey and how one guy drove us out of his house, demanding if we could solve his problems

- How we were always the last ones to hear about gossip (even about ourselves)

- Secretly designating people with rude nicknames

- Mass bunking surgery postings for 15 days

- Psy posting and the guy who thought he was Amitabh Bacchan

- The OBG posting during the curfew, the endposting exam at the end of it

- Ortho B, the impostions, the insults, the jokes

- OBG endposting at the end of 8th semester

- Petty fights over case presentations

- The marathon record book completion session

- College Day 07 and 08

- Laughing at people presenting seminars

- My med seminar with you-know-who

- Running away from com med posting to adlabs

- Imposition on the first day of OBG posting in the 9th semester for trying to escape from the OT. (I’m still not sure of the sequence of ligation in hysterectomy. I don’t think imposition works)

- Being asked to get out of the LH for laughing in class (thanks to P and the Ecg she was tracing out)

- The scariest ever Medicine End Posting Exam and rumours of the ‘whole batch except one’ having flunked

- Waking up in the middle of the night and realising it was my seminar the next day and I hadn’t prepared a single slide

- The crazy photo session after the last lecture of mbbs

Internship has been yet another fun experience so far, but would be a blog on its own.
There have been many more things I had fun doing/being a part of. Must have missed them out while recollecting.

I am glad Thought 2 conqured Thought 1.

This one is dedicated to Kavina and Shravya (sounds like you both are dead!) I don’t remember why or how we became friends. But it’s been great knowing you both, sharing each of these crazy events mentioned above. Love you both :)