Tic tic tic...
The clock is still on...not an attempt do I make to slow it down or stop the second hand. I love this change...for I’m still an immature learner and I don’t think I’ll get a better mentor than Time himself. I hardly remember a line of the Hippocratic oath...oops...because ‘feverish’ is the term I still find fit to describe the emotional state I was in on the first day of college. (Hmm I’ll master the lines...hmm...by graduation!!!)
Everything was bound to change. Those were the days when I feared the term ‘change’...I had no idea what it would be like...a life without the neck-tie, the morning assemblies...’college’ was a new addition to my lexicon.
Changes began...I never knew...though it was my own life. I didn’t have to manipulate anything around me. Neither could I apprehend if the universe was really conspiring, the way Paulo Coelho postulates.
Tic tic tic...
Not a thing enjoyed an eternal position, not even the strong formalin vapours that plunged my olfactory senses once I stepped into the world of cadavers (The Anatomy dissection hall...where the dead enlightened the living). The stench in the mortuary where I stood, recording the process of a post-mortem examination a few years later was harder to forget.
People walked in...Some rushed out...other still stay...but now I have better lenses, crystal clear...I measure distances with greater precision.
‘I had no idea of whatever happened...everything was automated’, thus went the first year.
‘I started to figure out things around me’, and so went the second and third years.
Seasons cycled...but not many notes in the song of my life did repeat. I kept exploring...at times conscious, at others carried by the wind.
I began to listen to new tunes...tasted new levels of acidities...not all the dishes were sweet...
Tic tic tic...
Redefinition is now a routine. I now realise that many of the objects I gulped in, against my wishes...all that were rotten to my nose and eyes, actually smelt good. Forensic medicine...the microscopes...even the mammoth text of Preventive medicine, all come to my aid even when I forget to summon. The newspapers have columns I never noticed before...people around me have traits I never noticed before.
The fourth year was the golden era...I felt into deep crevices, climbed peaks...experimented with myself...discovered the inner dimensions that always hid within time. For the first time, I felt...like complaining, ‘why is Time in such a rush’...what is Time making a bee-line for? Why can’t Time let me rest in his plate of largesse?
Tic tic tic...
The final mayhem begins next week. The final year of my course...
Tic tic tic...
Did time really move that fast...? Oh! Lord I am about to be ‘the final year’ student...Oh! Lord...they say I’m no more supposed to err...!!!
The stethoscope...the medical kit...o...o....here I dress up...wait where’s my coat...ANYBODY SEEN MY COAT...O...HOIIIIIIIII........??? Hmm there are few things that never succumb to the rule of ‘change’...O O...Hey N werz the pen torch...?? HELLOOOO
(pics are from the collections of Azgar)
The clock is still on...not an attempt do I make to slow it down or stop the second hand. I love this change...for I’m still an immature learner and I don’t think I’ll get a better mentor than Time himself. I hardly remember a line of the Hippocratic oath...oops...because ‘feverish’ is the term I still find fit to describe the emotional state I was in on the first day of college. (Hmm I’ll master the lines...hmm...by graduation!!!)
Everything was bound to change. Those were the days when I feared the term ‘change’...I had no idea what it would be like...a life without the neck-tie, the morning assemblies...’college’ was a new addition to my lexicon.
Changes began...I never knew...though it was my own life. I didn’t have to manipulate anything around me. Neither could I apprehend if the universe was really conspiring, the way Paulo Coelho postulates.
Tic tic tic...
Not a thing enjoyed an eternal position, not even the strong formalin vapours that plunged my olfactory senses once I stepped into the world of cadavers (The Anatomy dissection hall...where the dead enlightened the living). The stench in the mortuary where I stood, recording the process of a post-mortem examination a few years later was harder to forget.
People walked in...Some rushed out...other still stay...but now I have better lenses, crystal clear...I measure distances with greater precision.
‘I had no idea of whatever happened...everything was automated’, thus went the first year.
‘I started to figure out things around me’, and so went the second and third years.
Seasons cycled...but not many notes in the song of my life did repeat. I kept exploring...at times conscious, at others carried by the wind.
I began to listen to new tunes...tasted new levels of acidities...not all the dishes were sweet...
Tic tic tic...
Redefinition is now a routine. I now realise that many of the objects I gulped in, against my wishes...all that were rotten to my nose and eyes, actually smelt good. Forensic medicine...the microscopes...even the mammoth text of Preventive medicine, all come to my aid even when I forget to summon. The newspapers have columns I never noticed before...people around me have traits I never noticed before.
The fourth year was the golden era...I felt into deep crevices, climbed peaks...experimented with myself...discovered the inner dimensions that always hid within time. For the first time, I felt...like complaining, ‘why is Time in such a rush’...what is Time making a bee-line for? Why can’t Time let me rest in his plate of largesse?
Tic tic tic...
The final mayhem begins next week. The final year of my course...
Tic tic tic...
Did time really move that fast...? Oh! Lord I am about to be ‘the final year’ student...Oh! Lord...they say I’m no more supposed to err...!!!
The stethoscope...the medical kit...o...o....here I dress up...wait where’s my coat...ANYBODY SEEN MY COAT...O...HOIIIIIIIII........??? Hmm there are few things that never succumb to the rule of ‘change’...O O...Hey N werz the pen torch...?? HELLOOOO
(pics are from the collections of Azgar)
26 comments:
so is this wat u guys call a "case history"??? anyways luvd it..;)
‘why is Time in such a rush’...what is Time making a bee-line for? Why can’t Time let me rest in his plate of largesse?
hmm...qstns for eternity..if u ever come across the answers do let us know...:D
tic tic tic...
That snap by azgar was too gud...
and ofcourse Best Wishes for ur "final mayhem" :):)
@ammu
:) de first pic is an excerpt of a case history lol...
n regardin de answers 2 de eternal Qs..sure :)
n de picz r actually STOLEN ones from azgarz album !!!
Ok..
I want to say a few things abt final yr... adhyam njan pass akumo ennu nokkatte.. :P i will comment sometime later... ;)
..and its "history of present illness"...that's ur first final yr error.. dont get scratched while presenting case.. :P :P
@me
errr...he he...k senior :)
one more year............
Hope your last year will be the greatest year!
The Picture of the books was symbolic
You narrated it medically!!!!
@arjun
:) actually de tailz gonna catch fire :)
woowyy wat a nice blog header..
truly awesome
wish u al d bst for finaly yr..be a good doc..dnt harass your patients
@neha
:) thnx!!! i cropped de header from a wallpaper n then added de text!!!
n sure ma'am...won't harass promise he he...any prayers 4 de patients?? :)
so you are saying in one year you are gonna be out there diagnosing/treating etc?and you "hardly remember a line of the hippocratic oath". gulp. okies.thats reassuring.(bacteria,you better stay away from me.that goes for u too viruses! suckers!}
i had been reading your blog for a long time searching for a post i wanted to comment upon..and finally! nice one. could relate to it,in a way.
so who are you-house or doug or..mcdreamy??;)
lol.. loved it.. esp the pics - the balarama with medical book.. LOL
interesting read .. how most people fear change and then at one point, you don't know when,where and how you changed !!
@damsel
im a fan of house!!! dont worry ma'am !!!! half de docz donno much about de oath (strictly kidding k ...god hope my tutors dont c all these )
k..k..catch ye later...gotta gi now,,,too many texts callin :)
@xh
jeevithathinu thee padichu machoo... :) class thudangi
@lostermaid
true :)
**I don’t think I’ll get a better mentor than Time himself
nice one der!!
final yr!!!i ll b mine d next yr!! :) till den, i reserve further comments.
@pooja
first week is over,,rockin!! (till date ) :)
well congozz to u for reaching upto there in oly 5 yrs :P
me evn more happy for all those who gotto bear u for juss one more year..
they will be like "enthoru aswasam"
:P:P
n yeh my prayers for all those patients u wud treat..paavangal ;)
urs..thikanja daridravasi :P
sorry 5 alla 4 :P
@priya
ahem ahem...
he he...
n grrr... :)
I'm glad I "stumbled upon" ur blog. :P Nicee...well written. Have heard abt the med-college "horror" stories from my sis and I can relate well to your blog here and the underlying feelings. ;) Well...there u r now...a final yr student...good luck and utilize this yr to the fullest! Eye-catching header btw.
PS: Your tic-tic distracted(irritated :P) me though.
Man.. that snap was too good!! Btw y do u have tat Across books?? started for PG entrance already??
And u've a gr8 blog here!! Final yr ll be cool man.. as u integrate all ur studies from 1, 2 , 3rd yr into one.. :) good luck..
am doing my internship now in davangere, karnataka.. good to meet u:)
@d rock
wow...so 'stumbled upon' really bring people 2 right place cool !!!
herez a HI m8....!!! gr8 havin ye here..keep in touch!!!...
thnx
@jeya anand
Hi tooo.... :) hmm internship ha cool!!!!!
donde baalarama :)
donde baalarama :)
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