The CASE HISTORY of a Medico...

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.

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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...

(a snap by Azgar)

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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?

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The final mayhem begins next week. The final year of my course...

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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)