"Congratulations!! Its a Nerd!"
The ever-growing rumbling noises outside the maternity ward of Mukunda Hospital did not acknowledge the birth of a Legend within the premises. Who was to know that the healthy 3.0 kg baby boy will grow up to be one among the bravest Warriors humanity has ever seen. Waging battles and wars against odds. Not winning, Just waging wars.
The Warrior was to endure tides of impediments spanning over half a decade starting at his 16th year of age, seldom overcoming, but still appearing to be the Brave heart that the people looked up to and so desired. The Warrior was...
Nope. Not an Actor. A Medical Student.
It takes a certain degree of "I don't care about my life" to even think of becoming a doctor (unless you're the Parental Coercion subtype). Also it takes a larger degree of Acanthosis (തൊലിക്കട്ടി ) to attempt to be one.
After being through 4.5 years of MBBS(the accelerated KUHS edition), I've realized that it doesn't take much to make it to final year. Hold your horses. I said TO. Not through. As long as you've washed your lab coats occasionally (read "when the odour hits") and come on-time (for attendance at least) you have a decent chance that your Internal Examiner is gonna sweep up after you during/after Viva. Provided you know what is Pallor/Icterus/Cyanosis/Clubbing/Lymphadenopathy/Edema.
Getting to Final Year was really tiresome though. All the Sports, Cultural Events, Tours, Extracurricular Activities(ie, batch-mate's sibling's/sibling's neighbor's servant's wedding) really did exhaust all our energy and time. It was extremely crucial to make our presence known at these events, How else would Shanthi-bai know we really cared?
Once the torrent of activities ceased, there began the season of *insert Muslim female batch-mate's name*'s engagement. How can we deny ourselves of all the free beef/mutton/chicken?? Aren't we all obligated to consume the flesh of animals that have died specifically for us? (stress on For FREE)
"When the 8th sem struck, the Wolves emerged from the marshes of textbooks that had now laid bare across the dust collecting surfaces of the tables of the unvisited strange lair known as The Library. The mark-hungry carnivores spread the disease of fear among the innocent once-carefree fawns leading to the rise of the Era of The Mug-Up. Days and nights merged into one. Time had become mere numbers. The fawns and wolves had now become something else. Something not explainable by Nature. The female Walking Dead populated the Library at untimely hours (6 PM IST@KMCT) and then proceeded to their own secret locations within the castle of the Ladies Hostel. The males slept away the days and wasted away the nights (@theatres). Few creatures existed in this pre-apocalyptic world just to see the world burn. (Im talking about you Ashik PP). Amidst the wake of destruction of the world, I stood clutching my iPad wondering if its time yet to buy Davidson"
The saga of the 9th semester is one about the unsung heroes of the medical UG. Since its unsung, not gonna venture into it.
The Medical Profession is one of the highest of esteems. The seeds may be hard to sow at first, but the fruit we reap will always be sweet. Despite being through all the hardship, I'm happy to say that I would do it all over ag-...Fuck No. I'm done.
PS; Don't judge me by my birth weight.
This post will be edited soon. At daytime. When there are actual thoughts in my head.
The ever-growing rumbling noises outside the maternity ward of Mukunda Hospital did not acknowledge the birth of a Legend within the premises. Who was to know that the healthy 3.0 kg baby boy will grow up to be one among the bravest Warriors humanity has ever seen. Waging battles and wars against odds. Not winning, Just waging wars.
The Warrior was to endure tides of impediments spanning over half a decade starting at his 16th year of age, seldom overcoming, but still appearing to be the Brave heart that the people looked up to and so desired. The Warrior was...
Nope. Not an Actor. A Medical Student.
It takes a certain degree of "I don't care about my life" to even think of becoming a doctor (unless you're the Parental Coercion subtype). Also it takes a larger degree of Acanthosis (തൊലിക്കട്ടി ) to attempt to be one.
After being through 4.5 years of MBBS(the accelerated KUHS edition), I've realized that it doesn't take much to make it to final year. Hold your horses. I said TO. Not through. As long as you've washed your lab coats occasionally (read "when the odour hits") and come on-time (for attendance at least) you have a decent chance that your Internal Examiner is gonna sweep up after you during/after Viva. Provided you know what is Pallor/Icterus/Cyanosis/Clubbing/Lymphadenopathy/Edema.
Getting to Final Year was really tiresome though. All the Sports, Cultural Events, Tours, Extracurricular Activities(ie, batch-mate's sibling's/sibling's neighbor's servant's wedding) really did exhaust all our energy and time. It was extremely crucial to make our presence known at these events, How else would Shanthi-bai know we really cared?
Once the torrent of activities ceased, there began the season of *insert Muslim female batch-mate's name*'s engagement. How can we deny ourselves of all the free beef/mutton/chicken?? Aren't we all obligated to consume the flesh of animals that have died specifically for us? (stress on For FREE)
"When the 8th sem struck, the Wolves emerged from the marshes of textbooks that had now laid bare across the dust collecting surfaces of the tables of the unvisited strange lair known as The Library. The mark-hungry carnivores spread the disease of fear among the innocent once-carefree fawns leading to the rise of the Era of The Mug-Up. Days and nights merged into one. Time had become mere numbers. The fawns and wolves had now become something else. Something not explainable by Nature. The female Walking Dead populated the Library at untimely hours (6 PM IST@KMCT) and then proceeded to their own secret locations within the castle of the Ladies Hostel. The males slept away the days and wasted away the nights (@theatres). Few creatures existed in this pre-apocalyptic world just to see the world burn. (Im talking about you Ashik PP). Amidst the wake of destruction of the world, I stood clutching my iPad wondering if its time yet to buy Davidson"
The saga of the 9th semester is one about the unsung heroes of the medical UG. Since its unsung, not gonna venture into it.
The Medical Profession is one of the highest of esteems. The seeds may be hard to sow at first, but the fruit we reap will always be sweet. Despite being through all the hardship, I'm happy to say that I would do it all over ag-...Fuck No. I'm done.
PS; Don't judge me by my birth weight.
This post will be edited soon. At daytime. When there are actual thoughts in my head.
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