The last four mornings I have woken up to a dense fog outside my window and gone to bed listening to bombs and rockets blowing up all through the night.
Diwali celebrates the victory of good over evil and people,primarily, are trying to light up the place since it is a new moon night. Everyone knows Ram, Lakshman and Sita's story!
I agree, it is a beautiful sight. Every balcony decorated with diyas or electrical lights that blink in a pattern; the dark night sky made colorful by tiny little rockets zooming into the emptiness and bursting into a perfect sparkly sphere; little boys running away from their just-lite-bombs... the little things go on...
This was my first diwali in Mumbai and to be honest, it was appalling! The noise was unbearable and the pollution the next morning was astounding! And when I say pollution, it doesn't just refer to the smog! It refers to all the trash on that was left for the old ladies working for the municipal cooperation to clean up! Little birds and dogs and cats were all affected physically and mentally I am sure! Many people are going to get hearing aids!
I am ashamed to admit that I did do a little bit to add to all of this. I did burst some crackers on the day of the celebration and I do feel bad. When I stopped and told my family very sarcastically that I've had enough and had made my contribution to the air pollution ( I didn't burst any bombs...) my little sister asked me, rhetorically, " What difference will one person make?" I didn't argue with her, but I do believe one person can make a difference.
It has been couple of years since I've been environment conscious. I am not crazy conscious but I try to make a difference with small little things. I do not throw trash on the road. I yell at every person I know who does. I actually go and pick up trash that my friends throw ( makes them real guilty :D ) . I get a lot of retorts but I stay strong.
I am very pleased to say I've been able to get many of my friends to stop doing the same. Initially they start doing it because they are scared of me yelling at them but then it becomes their habit and I am sure they too are spreading the contagious practice.
So getting back to diwali... I am also very happy to note that the pollution departments of the country say that 2009 had a quieter diwali than 2008 and that expensive-noise-free firecrackers are to take the blame for that. But considering how the noise was the last few days, I shudder to think how noisy it might have been last year!
Global Warming, Air Pollution, Ozone Depletion etc etc, be honest, people are bored. It doesn't matter to most of them. They have lives. Lives they think is more important than the planet itself! I don't know if the mayan predictions are true and we all will die in 2012 but I'd still like to try hard to save my little home in the universe. Do your bit!
I don't have to write what to do. You all know it!
Recycle, reuse and reduce!
:)
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
On The Other Side
Wow... I finally completed my 1st Year MBBS Univeristy examination...
It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. God! I was so scared. The teachers and seniors would scare us so much! I know, they just wanted to help us do better but I am sure there is a better tactic to get that done without scaring us!
The frustrating part about the whole thing is that the dates kept getting postponed. It really ruined the mood to give the exams. Otherwise, as they always say, I have mixed feelings about my exams ending. On one hand, its one hurdle down!! Yay! On the other... I am just one year closer to the end of my student life. Yeah, yeah I know, people say a doctor must keep learning all his life but still...
I, as usual, ran home the very next day. This time I took a longer flight, via Hyderabad to Mumbai. It was really tiring but it is lovely to be back home!
Last time I was home, I was desperately trying to study! Absolutely terrified about the exams I would have to give in a few months time. I would spend hours dreaming what relief it would be after the exams end. I'd have a nice holiday without any worries.. just relax.. enjoy the day...
Now I am here. Doing just that! I have days ahead of me, with nothing planned at all! I am truly enjoying boredom! I no longer force myself to get out of bed at 7 in the morn just so that I can get hot breakfast ( hostel provides food from 7-10am) but I wake up everyday at 9. Spend the day lazing around... casually bathe at 10 or 11... watch a lot of TV and movies... sit on the computer for hours with no one yelling at me! ... go shopping on bandra streets ( absolute fun! )... play with the little brat I call my sister... :D
Of course I am forced through home-made beauty treatments everyday by mum and I have been practicing how to cook dal and rotis :P Daily chores of the house have been returned to me 2! I don't mind the chores though, they have become sort of reflexive :D
Wow... it amazing, absolutely amazing, to be on the other side!
It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. God! I was so scared. The teachers and seniors would scare us so much! I know, they just wanted to help us do better but I am sure there is a better tactic to get that done without scaring us!
The frustrating part about the whole thing is that the dates kept getting postponed. It really ruined the mood to give the exams. Otherwise, as they always say, I have mixed feelings about my exams ending. On one hand, its one hurdle down!! Yay! On the other... I am just one year closer to the end of my student life. Yeah, yeah I know, people say a doctor must keep learning all his life but still...
I, as usual, ran home the very next day. This time I took a longer flight, via Hyderabad to Mumbai. It was really tiring but it is lovely to be back home!
Last time I was home, I was desperately trying to study! Absolutely terrified about the exams I would have to give in a few months time. I would spend hours dreaming what relief it would be after the exams end. I'd have a nice holiday without any worries.. just relax.. enjoy the day...
Now I am here. Doing just that! I have days ahead of me, with nothing planned at all! I am truly enjoying boredom! I no longer force myself to get out of bed at 7 in the morn just so that I can get hot breakfast ( hostel provides food from 7-10am) but I wake up everyday at 9. Spend the day lazing around... casually bathe at 10 or 11... watch a lot of TV and movies... sit on the computer for hours with no one yelling at me! ... go shopping on bandra streets ( absolute fun! )... play with the little brat I call my sister... :D
Of course I am forced through home-made beauty treatments everyday by mum and I have been practicing how to cook dal and rotis :P Daily chores of the house have been returned to me 2! I don't mind the chores though, they have become sort of reflexive :D
Wow... it amazing, absolutely amazing, to be on the other side!
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Examinations, Epilipies And Earthquakes
I finally gave my 1st Professional Examination! It hasn't ended though. It began about a month back ( 28th July 2009 to be precise...) and I still have my practicals to tackle.
For some reason our college and university is highly disorganized. Dates keep changing, results take two- two and a half months to come out... the list of complaints go on.
We were all pretty freaked out before the 1st paper - Anatomy Paper I. All of us slept early ( ok that implies only to the morning people, the night persons stayed up all night obviously ) , woke up early , had a good meals , revised as much as we could, sharpened our colour pencils , changed the refills of our pens, had a bath in the morning ( completely forgot to mention that! ) and tried to relax in the last 15 mins.
To add to the complaints about the college/university, we were called on the day of the first paper at 10 in the morning to collect our hall tickets!
So we all left at 1:30pm in search of the new room in the college building that would be used as our examination hall. On the leaving the hostel, we were given a little amount of dahi (curd). I remember ma always would give me dahi prior to the examination. I would irritate her by accusing her of following superstitions but then she'd defend herself by giving a scientific explanation, saying "No. Curd cools the stomach so that you can give your exam in a cool state of mind" Being a huge follower science, I believed her. It does make sense, but I still believe most people do it for the sake of superstitions.
We entered the college from the back entrance and to our sweet surprise, we found small little papers stuck on the walls directing us to the examination hall. Finding it wasn't very difficult mentally but it sure was physically! Turns out the room was on the 3rd floor! That wasn't the only difficulty we had to face! Since the room hadn't been used for a year, the air conditioning needed repair and servicing.
So, we climbed 3 floors and entered a room that not only had broken AC's but was not built with proper ventilation. Here is an advise to all constructors - please please please make sure there are large windows and fans in rooms that primarily run on AC's in case of emergencies like so...
The room was very big, accommodated all 100 students, had 4 columns of 2 seater benches and obviously 12-14 rows. Ok I guess you didn't have to know so much detail.
So the first paper went smoothly. Like all the papers that followed, there were questions that were damn easy and expected and questions that were damn easy, unexpected and could've been written in a better way!
Most of us relaxed that evening and got back to studies the next morning. There were 3 days break between each paper.
So, the night before my Anatomy Paper II ( 1st August 2009), I got really tensed and I was advised by dad to go to bed. So I did and woke up very early.
I got out of bed at around 5:30am, not very shocked to find all my block mates' rooms lights ( most of them are night persons) I proceeded to brush my teeth. As I was wondering what it is that I would revise, I heard one of the girls screaming. I assumed one of the girls was having a bad dream and her roommate was trying to console her. But the screaming didn't stop, so I left the bathroom and moved towards the room I thought the noise was coming from but then the girls of that room ran out and moved to one my close friends room. I ran in before she could to find 2 of my friends holding and screaming to my third friend whose body was twitching and rigid and face was twisted in pain and her eyes! God her eyes looked upwards and she looked like she was possessed! I couldn't stand the sight and ran out. Realizing what was happening to her immediately I told everyone around that she was having a fit and ran around the hostel with few other of my block mates to call the mini-wardens and doctor.
I couldn't go back in to look at her. I was too freaked out. I began to wonder whether I am fit to be a doctor and see so much pain.
The doctor came. Obviously there isn't anything one can do when someone is in a seizure. They waited till it was over and the doctor advised that she should get scans done and her parents called. Her roomie took her to the hospital along with one of the mini-wardens
When she returned to consciousness, she had mild amnesia - which obviously freaked us out, for heavens sake! we had our professional exam to give that day! Anyway she remember later about the day but she had no clue what had happened to her. To avoid another, we didn't tell her anything till after the exam and that too, only because we realized her parents weren't believing us when we told them about the incident.
The after effects of the seizure were physical pains of the patient and mental pains for her roommate! Now her roomie makes my roomie sleep with her at night because she is very paranoid.
So, everything went back to normal after a few days and life continued.
10 days later we gave our Physiology Paper II ( paper I went by uneventfully...) . We relaxed the same way in evening and went to bed a little late. The minute I went to bed, I felt my bed vibrate. I twisted around thinking maybe I had eaten less and I was just getting dizzy. When the vibration didn't stop, I got scared! I jumped out of bed and slapped the lights on. I was terrified that there was a ghost under my bed! Then I heard another one of my blockmates complaining ( ok fine... screaming) about the same sensations and felt relieved that it wasn't a ghost or a mental disorder of mine! :D It was a minor earthquake. On stepping into the corridor I noticed the whole hostel was running out with their ears jammed into their ears calling their families ( or boyfriends... :P ) and narrating the tale. W e roamed in front of the hostel ( giving the boys a nice midnight view of girls in their nighties :D ) for a 10-15 mins n returned in. Then people said i would occur again in a larger intensity and we should be outside and not in the hostel. But the mini-wardens refused and half the hostel stood in the sweaty stuff lobby. I went back to my room and after being informed by my roomie that she wouldn't be sleeping I went to bed.
On researching the next day, I found out that there was an earthquake in Andaman and Nicobar Islands ( 7.4 on the scale - if not mistaken) and it extended across the eastern coast of India.
Then came my Biochem paper on 14th August. We all reached there on time and we were told that the papers and the externals had not arrived yet due to traffic jams caused because of the rain. So we were made to wait for a whole torturous 45 mins before we got our papers. Truly the paper was made to test our "biochemistry". They were all conceptual questions and none of the mugging cycles!
Rumour has it that the papers where actually leaked and they set a whole new one for us.. thus the conceptual questions. Just a rumour... ( Let me inform you though most rumours here turn out to be true.. :D )
Right now the practicals, that were supposed to end on the 28th, have got postponed and will end on the 1oth. I have 3 more weeks before I return home and enjoy a tension and study free vacation!! Can't wait! :D
This was sure a very eventful (examination) month, huh?
:)
For some reason our college and university is highly disorganized. Dates keep changing, results take two- two and a half months to come out... the list of complaints go on.
We were all pretty freaked out before the 1st paper - Anatomy Paper I. All of us slept early ( ok that implies only to the morning people, the night persons stayed up all night obviously ) , woke up early , had a good meals , revised as much as we could, sharpened our colour pencils , changed the refills of our pens, had a bath in the morning ( completely forgot to mention that! ) and tried to relax in the last 15 mins.
To add to the complaints about the college/university, we were called on the day of the first paper at 10 in the morning to collect our hall tickets!
So we all left at 1:30pm in search of the new room in the college building that would be used as our examination hall. On the leaving the hostel, we were given a little amount of dahi (curd). I remember ma always would give me dahi prior to the examination. I would irritate her by accusing her of following superstitions but then she'd defend herself by giving a scientific explanation, saying "No. Curd cools the stomach so that you can give your exam in a cool state of mind" Being a huge follower science, I believed her. It does make sense, but I still believe most people do it for the sake of superstitions.
We entered the college from the back entrance and to our sweet surprise, we found small little papers stuck on the walls directing us to the examination hall. Finding it wasn't very difficult mentally but it sure was physically! Turns out the room was on the 3rd floor! That wasn't the only difficulty we had to face! Since the room hadn't been used for a year, the air conditioning needed repair and servicing.
So, we climbed 3 floors and entered a room that not only had broken AC's but was not built with proper ventilation. Here is an advise to all constructors - please please please make sure there are large windows and fans in rooms that primarily run on AC's in case of emergencies like so...
The room was very big, accommodated all 100 students, had 4 columns of 2 seater benches and obviously 12-14 rows. Ok I guess you didn't have to know so much detail.
So the first paper went smoothly. Like all the papers that followed, there were questions that were damn easy and expected and questions that were damn easy, unexpected and could've been written in a better way!
Most of us relaxed that evening and got back to studies the next morning. There were 3 days break between each paper.
So, the night before my Anatomy Paper II ( 1st August 2009), I got really tensed and I was advised by dad to go to bed. So I did and woke up very early.
I got out of bed at around 5:30am, not very shocked to find all my block mates' rooms lights ( most of them are night persons) I proceeded to brush my teeth. As I was wondering what it is that I would revise, I heard one of the girls screaming. I assumed one of the girls was having a bad dream and her roommate was trying to console her. But the screaming didn't stop, so I left the bathroom and moved towards the room I thought the noise was coming from but then the girls of that room ran out and moved to one my close friends room. I ran in before she could to find 2 of my friends holding and screaming to my third friend whose body was twitching and rigid and face was twisted in pain and her eyes! God her eyes looked upwards and she looked like she was possessed! I couldn't stand the sight and ran out. Realizing what was happening to her immediately I told everyone around that she was having a fit and ran around the hostel with few other of my block mates to call the mini-wardens and doctor.
I couldn't go back in to look at her. I was too freaked out. I began to wonder whether I am fit to be a doctor and see so much pain.
The doctor came. Obviously there isn't anything one can do when someone is in a seizure. They waited till it was over and the doctor advised that she should get scans done and her parents called. Her roomie took her to the hospital along with one of the mini-wardens
When she returned to consciousness, she had mild amnesia - which obviously freaked us out, for heavens sake! we had our professional exam to give that day! Anyway she remember later about the day but she had no clue what had happened to her. To avoid another, we didn't tell her anything till after the exam and that too, only because we realized her parents weren't believing us when we told them about the incident.
The after effects of the seizure were physical pains of the patient and mental pains for her roommate! Now her roomie makes my roomie sleep with her at night because she is very paranoid.
So, everything went back to normal after a few days and life continued.
10 days later we gave our Physiology Paper II ( paper I went by uneventfully...) . We relaxed the same way in evening and went to bed a little late. The minute I went to bed, I felt my bed vibrate. I twisted around thinking maybe I had eaten less and I was just getting dizzy. When the vibration didn't stop, I got scared! I jumped out of bed and slapped the lights on. I was terrified that there was a ghost under my bed! Then I heard another one of my blockmates complaining ( ok fine... screaming) about the same sensations and felt relieved that it wasn't a ghost or a mental disorder of mine! :D It was a minor earthquake. On stepping into the corridor I noticed the whole hostel was running out with their ears jammed into their ears calling their families ( or boyfriends... :P ) and narrating the tale. W e roamed in front of the hostel ( giving the boys a nice midnight view of girls in their nighties :D ) for a 10-15 mins n returned in. Then people said i would occur again in a larger intensity and we should be outside and not in the hostel. But the mini-wardens refused and half the hostel stood in the sweaty stuff lobby. I went back to my room and after being informed by my roomie that she wouldn't be sleeping I went to bed.
On researching the next day, I found out that there was an earthquake in Andaman and Nicobar Islands ( 7.4 on the scale - if not mistaken) and it extended across the eastern coast of India.
Then came my Biochem paper on 14th August. We all reached there on time and we were told that the papers and the externals had not arrived yet due to traffic jams caused because of the rain. So we were made to wait for a whole torturous 45 mins before we got our papers. Truly the paper was made to test our "biochemistry". They were all conceptual questions and none of the mugging cycles!
Rumour has it that the papers where actually leaked and they set a whole new one for us.. thus the conceptual questions. Just a rumour... ( Let me inform you though most rumours here turn out to be true.. :D )
Right now the practicals, that were supposed to end on the 28th, have got postponed and will end on the 1oth. I have 3 more weeks before I return home and enjoy a tension and study free vacation!! Can't wait! :D
This was sure a very eventful (examination) month, huh?
:)
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Biochemical Experiments
Biochemistry, my last of the three subjects I have to study in my first year and.. well... hate to admit but the boring-est. I know it is incorrect to blame someone but if the teaching techniques were a little different, the subject might've been seen in a completely different light.
I, personally, like the subject - sometimes. It is a huge break from the massive amount of biology taught in the other two subjects. But despite its pure boring-ness, the subject has to be studied, right? The first time we ended up opening our books for was our first PCT ( if not mentioned in my previous posts, pct = part completion test). Not having studied properly or even having the slightest idea of how the paper will be, all of us wrote the test. Everyone failed miserably.
After the pct, we directly appeared for the first semester ending examination. Prior to the exam, one of our teachers gave us a set of questions and told us to learn only those as the paper was to be set from that. I did not believe him - being selective really doesn't help in the long run. I studied un-selectively and... well the whole class failed again.
The next sem began and I made it a point to listen to all the boring classes.
Yet again before our 2nd pct, the same teacher came and gave us some questions to learn. Learning from my previous mistake, I searched for all the answers of those questions alone and mugged them all up. Of course I couldn't cover all of them but I did enough, and guess what! I topped my class with a 76% !! I was shocked! I knew i had done well but not that well!
Then came the second sems. The lecturer gave us another set of questions and I assumed the paper was to be from there again. Unfortunately, I and many others who had studied only the given questions couldn't answer anything properly. Not only were there questions we didn't know, the whole pattern of the paper had been changed!
After topping in class the last time, it felt real bad being unable to write enough to pass. It was killing me to watch other students ( few in number though ) ask for supplements when I couldn't even complete my answer booklet. I sat idle-ly for about an hour and was the first one to leave the hall. Yeah, of course I cried. Not because I am gonna fail but 'cause I had topped once and am failing this time. (My close friends called me crazy for blaming myself and not the paper!)
I guess, this paper just reminded me why I was so adamant before my first sems about being un-selective.
I wanted to write this post after the university exam and give a complete review of my whole biochemistry encounter but I couldn't wait till after july!
I, personally, like the subject - sometimes. It is a huge break from the massive amount of biology taught in the other two subjects. But despite its pure boring-ness, the subject has to be studied, right? The first time we ended up opening our books for was our first PCT ( if not mentioned in my previous posts, pct = part completion test). Not having studied properly or even having the slightest idea of how the paper will be, all of us wrote the test. Everyone failed miserably.
After the pct, we directly appeared for the first semester ending examination. Prior to the exam, one of our teachers gave us a set of questions and told us to learn only those as the paper was to be set from that. I did not believe him - being selective really doesn't help in the long run. I studied un-selectively and... well the whole class failed again.
The next sem began and I made it a point to listen to all the boring classes.
Yet again before our 2nd pct, the same teacher came and gave us some questions to learn. Learning from my previous mistake, I searched for all the answers of those questions alone and mugged them all up. Of course I couldn't cover all of them but I did enough, and guess what! I topped my class with a 76% !! I was shocked! I knew i had done well but not that well!
Then came the second sems. The lecturer gave us another set of questions and I assumed the paper was to be from there again. Unfortunately, I and many others who had studied only the given questions couldn't answer anything properly. Not only were there questions we didn't know, the whole pattern of the paper had been changed!
After topping in class the last time, it felt real bad being unable to write enough to pass. It was killing me to watch other students ( few in number though ) ask for supplements when I couldn't even complete my answer booklet. I sat idle-ly for about an hour and was the first one to leave the hall. Yeah, of course I cried. Not because I am gonna fail but 'cause I had topped once and am failing this time. (My close friends called me crazy for blaming myself and not the paper!)
I guess, this paper just reminded me why I was so adamant before my first sems about being un-selective.
I wanted to write this post after the university exam and give a complete review of my whole biochemistry encounter but I couldn't wait till after july!
Friday, February 6, 2009
Disease, Cure And Side Effects
So, having described my little disease and what I did for the cure, I move on to describing the little side effects suffered.
Before I proceed with that, let me tell you what happened at college through the week I bunked -
An intermedics fest was being held at a near by government college and obviously after listening to the excitement and delights of the fests held in the engineering colleges, all of us wanted to go.
Official announcements are never made, just a little notice is put up on the notice board (over all the out-dated notices - oh! it is a huge task searching for the recent ones, despite the correct "notice format" used) and we are expected to find it and act accord our likes. Also, if any permission is to be taken, one must go to all 3 departments for it.
The fest was advertized lavishly, for it was to be funded by the particpants and visitors ( Rs. 300/ head for both). It was tempting, tantalizing and very attractive. Many of us - the very out going ones - collaborated with the seniors and took part in the dance and fashion parade. Like i mentioned before, all of us were interested, but - also like i mentioned before - we lived in the medical college in complete fear of the anatomy department. No one had the guts to go to The HOD and ask for permission, for everyone knew the outcome.
It is strange what I mention next, considering what I just wrote - The following week - the week of my absence, the mini holiday i declared for myself- the whole class ( meaning the students that hadn't run home like me ) , i mean the whole class bunked college! Our batch made history - it was our first mass bunk!
I never got the exact details but I do know that everyone went to the fest, enjoyed themselves throughly and skipped college. People who came online and talked to me, said that I made a mistake by going home, I missed the fest etc etc. But you know what? I am actually happy I went along with my heart's desire and carried out the impulsive decision of going home, for if I had stayed there any longer, I swear I would've gone crazy knowing I could've gone home during the mass bunk.
So basically, that week everyone got their well deserved break.
Now, coming to the aftermath- the anatomy department was furious. They suspended classes till the 28th of jan ( of course later we found out that it was more for their own benifit and convenience - the seniors were having their supplimentary exams on the 27th and 28th) after which it was declared that practicles for Abdomin & Pelvis were canceled. It was appauling, astonishing and completely out-rageous that we had to suffer the (supposedly) same fate as our seniors! But I had returned to college completely prepared for such a welcome. Other than having our classes canceled, ( you think we'd fear the department if they gave us such small punishments? ) we were ordered to complete all our Abdomin & Pelvis diagrams ( we maintain a record of all the parts dissected) in one nights time. How many were there you ask? lets see... 10, 11, 12... about 30 diagrams!!
Looking back, I already laugh about it. It was a funny and memorable experience. It was tiring and of course I cribbed a lot, just like everyone else, but then if the atrocious actions, mentioned above, were never taken, you wouldn't have got to read this post. :P
Before I proceed with that, let me tell you what happened at college through the week I bunked -
An intermedics fest was being held at a near by government college and obviously after listening to the excitement and delights of the fests held in the engineering colleges, all of us wanted to go.
Official announcements are never made, just a little notice is put up on the notice board (over all the out-dated notices - oh! it is a huge task searching for the recent ones, despite the correct "notice format" used) and we are expected to find it and act accord our likes. Also, if any permission is to be taken, one must go to all 3 departments for it.
The fest was advertized lavishly, for it was to be funded by the particpants and visitors ( Rs. 300/ head for both). It was tempting, tantalizing and very attractive. Many of us - the very out going ones - collaborated with the seniors and took part in the dance and fashion parade. Like i mentioned before, all of us were interested, but - also like i mentioned before - we lived in the medical college in complete fear of the anatomy department. No one had the guts to go to The HOD and ask for permission, for everyone knew the outcome.
It is strange what I mention next, considering what I just wrote - The following week - the week of my absence, the mini holiday i declared for myself- the whole class ( meaning the students that hadn't run home like me ) , i mean the whole class bunked college! Our batch made history - it was our first mass bunk!
I never got the exact details but I do know that everyone went to the fest, enjoyed themselves throughly and skipped college. People who came online and talked to me, said that I made a mistake by going home, I missed the fest etc etc. But you know what? I am actually happy I went along with my heart's desire and carried out the impulsive decision of going home, for if I had stayed there any longer, I swear I would've gone crazy knowing I could've gone home during the mass bunk.
So basically, that week everyone got their well deserved break.
Now, coming to the aftermath- the anatomy department was furious. They suspended classes till the 28th of jan ( of course later we found out that it was more for their own benifit and convenience - the seniors were having their supplimentary exams on the 27th and 28th) after which it was declared that practicles for Abdomin & Pelvis were canceled. It was appauling, astonishing and completely out-rageous that we had to suffer the (supposedly) same fate as our seniors! But I had returned to college completely prepared for such a welcome. Other than having our classes canceled, ( you think we'd fear the department if they gave us such small punishments? ) we were ordered to complete all our Abdomin & Pelvis diagrams ( we maintain a record of all the parts dissected) in one nights time. How many were there you ask? lets see... 10, 11, 12... about 30 diagrams!!
Looking back, I already laugh about it. It was a funny and memorable experience. It was tiring and of course I cribbed a lot, just like everyone else, but then if the atrocious actions, mentioned above, were never taken, you wouldn't have got to read this post. :P
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Home Sickness
As doctors, we have to study and learn to deal with a large number of diseases. Many of my friends personally experienced them too - kidney cyst, colitis, measles, malaria...I personally got real home sick. Okay, it's not that major but i really missed home.
Our 1st Semester Examinations ended last week. I, like many others, believed a post-sem holiday would be our reward after the excessive amount of hard work we had put in, non-stop for about 3 weeks. But, you see, our college authorities will never be happy seeing us happy. We were not even given a day off!
Many of my classmates ( about 50 out of 100, to be precise) went home the day the semester ended. Call me stupid, dumb or any other negative adjective; I didn't go home despite my depression. I cried every night, wishing and hoping the college would be kind enough to give at least 3 days off.
I have a wonderful roommate. She would sit beside me every time I'd cry and console me, advise me to go home without official permission. It was my stubbornness that kept me there. I want my professional education to go purr-fectly. I want to be absolutely perfect when it came to attending classes and being regular. My friends at engineering colleges laugh at me for not being regularly irregular.
I wanted official permission to home along with suspension of classes. It seems ( all rumors, have not got first hand information on this) last year our seniors bunked college for 15 days after the sems. But unfortunately few of them stayed back ( about 1-3) and classes were conducted for them. I didn't want that to happen to our batch. So I wrote a letter to the Principal asking him to suspend classes for a week. I was , obviously, successful at getting the whole class's support on this and, again obviously, was completely a failure when it came to getting the suspension. The Principal asked me to take an individual leave and go home.
After a lot of thought and disscussion with family and friends, I decieded I'd go. Getting an official individual leave required me to get the signatures of all my 3 Head Of Departments as well as the Principal. Unfortunately, again, one of the HODs refused to sign, saying that if she did, it would imply she is advising me to go home, which was not what she intended to do.
That crossed the line. I could not bear it any more! I had no more patience for the administeration! When I am good, following rules, taking official steps, I am not only not appreciated ( i speak with reference to my classmates who took me for granted) but also not given what I polietely asked for ( of course with refernce to the administeration). I am not being self-centred or proud. But I am sure you will agree with my views.
I am known to get obssesive about things. I wanted to go home. I had to go home. My family was very happy with the idea of me coming home.
I left the hostel that evening and was outta town the next day.
Our 1st Semester Examinations ended last week. I, like many others, believed a post-sem holiday would be our reward after the excessive amount of hard work we had put in, non-stop for about 3 weeks. But, you see, our college authorities will never be happy seeing us happy. We were not even given a day off!
Many of my classmates ( about 50 out of 100, to be precise) went home the day the semester ended. Call me stupid, dumb or any other negative adjective; I didn't go home despite my depression. I cried every night, wishing and hoping the college would be kind enough to give at least 3 days off.
I have a wonderful roommate. She would sit beside me every time I'd cry and console me, advise me to go home without official permission. It was my stubbornness that kept me there. I want my professional education to go purr-fectly. I want to be absolutely perfect when it came to attending classes and being regular. My friends at engineering colleges laugh at me for not being regularly irregular.
I wanted official permission to home along with suspension of classes. It seems ( all rumors, have not got first hand information on this) last year our seniors bunked college for 15 days after the sems. But unfortunately few of them stayed back ( about 1-3) and classes were conducted for them. I didn't want that to happen to our batch. So I wrote a letter to the Principal asking him to suspend classes for a week. I was , obviously, successful at getting the whole class's support on this and, again obviously, was completely a failure when it came to getting the suspension. The Principal asked me to take an individual leave and go home.
After a lot of thought and disscussion with family and friends, I decieded I'd go. Getting an official individual leave required me to get the signatures of all my 3 Head Of Departments as well as the Principal. Unfortunately, again, one of the HODs refused to sign, saying that if she did, it would imply she is advising me to go home, which was not what she intended to do.
That crossed the line. I could not bear it any more! I had no more patience for the administeration! When I am good, following rules, taking official steps, I am not only not appreciated ( i speak with reference to my classmates who took me for granted) but also not given what I polietely asked for ( of course with refernce to the administeration). I am not being self-centred or proud. But I am sure you will agree with my views.
I am known to get obssesive about things. I wanted to go home. I had to go home. My family was very happy with the idea of me coming home.
I left the hostel that evening and was outta town the next day.
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