7 chapters of my 7 love stories part-1

One of my friend told me regarding absence of any love story in my blog, so during this waiting period for cat results i decided to write this post. When my own history is full of one sided,( because none of them ever transformed to two sided, now I regret for not even trying to let the other side receive my signals)"true" love stories,  of which longest which lasted was 2 years, and hopeful if this time my luck with lady decide to be on my side, latest love story will be the last one. If Guinness book of world records have any such category named, "sustaining highest number of heart attacks" I would had tried proposing each on this damsel, to get rejected. Any by any chance if at that moment if she is out of her mind, i could have better chances to getting yes. But in that case also number of heart attack won't reduce, because it is proven fact that, happiness ( unexpected) also can be a reason of it. But when I tried finding probability of it, denominator end up with infinity. 

Chapter One- ek tha raja ek thi rani....

First love of my life, at age of around 7-8 years, when I was in second standard. Before any doubt starts developing in your sharp brain about the authenticity of this indigestible fact,  I was not knowing the meaning of this scary word "love" , but out of those 30 funny characters of which I was also a part, I remember only her. I don't want to disclose her name here, because even if at age of 24 she finds it interesting to be center of attention even at the age of 7, her husband, bf , especially her brother and father will find it least interesting and beautiful.  Apart from that, I don't want to be victim of their emotional frustration, by provoking them."Angel"is the best name I can give her, to give enough justification to her angelic beauty. specially when she used to come wearing white frock like barbie girl on Wednesday, when uniform is get spared to be washed. Proposing her was the can be the wildest of idea a 7 year old brain can have. Before my brilliant brain get chance to think about it, I was transferred to others school to start my second  love story.

Chapter two-wo pehli bar jab ham mile...

List of total number of schools I have studied in is longer than total love stories, maybe that's the reason  having such a bright career in field of social relationship. Don't be shocked, One of my friend was used to fall in love in every standard. But he started in 5th standard, so both having equal score. So it took me just one day to fall in love again. I can put this love in category of "love at first site", which save time truly said by bipasha in race. But being a beginner, I was not enough skillful to take this advantage. I can't tag her as "most beautiful girl" of class, but she was ( maybe still she is ) beautiful girl. But she was the most famous girl in whole school, because of added features. First, she was first ranker of class, but major contribution for her fame was from the fact she was going to "usa". During 90s when you have to pay 15 rp per minute for mobile. Having land-line at home was matter of proud for middle class family, someone going to america was like a talk of town. But having past of english medium till 3rd std( these school being gujarati medium school,) I was getting enough of attention by class specially by her.But before I climb the first step"friendship" of ladder she was pwe.......to america, ending my only love story belonging to "love at first site".

next 5 stories coming soon...

My new addiction

May be I am going mention about pagalguy website first time here. When I decided to write about it, I got confused about title, but soon I got it. Got this addiction one year back, when my idol shashank prabhu introduced me to the great site. Started my journey there knowing him only and today I know so many really cool, fodu, and brightest of brain of India. I dont want to list any of them here...list is very long and it is keep growing day by day. daily bakar, monthly PG meets at ahd, thnking someone, getting thnks and groans, are part of life now.Thnks all pg member for sharing this memorable journey with me.

Just few Km away from highway

So the biggi is over...i belled the cat. lets see what fate is decided for me. With all cat chaos going on, people not satisfied with content, environment, repeated Q, seems like CAT will soon loose its charm as the most venerable exam of India. cant comment the same about IIMs. Because I am in love with IIMs, and with 42 attempts next 12 months of my life totally depends VA accuracy. And IIMs and prometric have no interest in taking retest. they are determined to go with this failure. I feel sorry about those who became part of this disastrous moments. When prometric is claiming 2.1 lac aspirants " successfully" completed the test, I doubt they ever thought about student psychology.

When ever I have asked any Mba student or one who gave cat once, always give one advice, be calm, all depend on how you keep yourself in that 135 minutes. I have seen people who always were among topper of aimcats, not getting deserving score in cat and I also have example of people, with 60 % in 12th..around 70 %ile in mocks getting to IIM...because it all depends in that 135 minutes of life. But it seems IIM ( the best management institute of India )and prometric are missing this. whatever, My words wont give any justice to those who suffered, but atleast if someone responsible enough, will read this maybe next year the picture will change, it will be more organized and without element of embarrasing issues. The least they can do is dont repeat questions.

ending the post, will come back with some more interesting part of college life.

poem dedicated to every CAT aspirants

The day is arriving, I don't require any superfluous adjective to describe the D-Day- the best day of my life. Here I am posting poem I wrote specially for CAT. I am dedicating this poem to the every CAT aspirants.


Journey to WIMWI

Braced, energized, poised and stimulated
Started his journey, the brave young boy,
Cold was the sea, hot was his blood,
Sea was roaring, he was shouting,
Louder and louder and louder
Path was unknown but the goal was set,
Journey to the heaven.

People stopped warned and laughed,
Sea don’t like you, cold will freeze you,
Sharks in the path, they can eat you.
Whoever goes, never comes back,
So you big fool, turn your back.

Sad became the boy, got depressed,
Nobody to help, but himself,
Was about to cry and fall before he fly,
Somebody balanced, embraced and said,
“You already won the race.”
He was his father,
Standing proud and praying god.

Blessed by father, loved by mother,
Nothing to fear, he started to sail
The whole day passed, he travelled a lot,
Now the sun was setting, wind was strong,
First night of journey, to challenge the boy.
Sea got mad, cat and dog rain,
But boy still standing than, remembered the phrase,
“You already won the race.”

Days passed, food depleted,
Winters came, but nothing to cover,
Summers came, but nowhere to hide,
World changed and color of sea changed,
But not one thing,
Courage of boy,
Because he remembered the phrase,
“You already won the race”

Than one night when boy was about to take rest,
Came the storm, strongest till now, biggest till now,
It wrecked the ship, last thing the boy had,
He left the ship and started to swim,
Limbs got tired, body exhausted,
But not the courage,
Because he remembered the phrase,
“You already won the race”

In that stormy dark night, after some miles,
He hit the rock, before he faints,
Next morning, shining sun awake the hungry boy,
But when he saw the red color rock,
He got satisfied, and smile came on his face,
Because he was at his heaven.
He won the race.


(For me this heaven is Where (no typo) India’s Most Well-known Institute is…)

FINAL YEAR PART 2

Today exactly after one and half year when I am going to write about final year, I am getting the same nauseating feeling I was having during final year. I don't know about others, but I had my own ways to deal with such situations. I started my final year with great enthusiasm. Still wondering where it come from. Because I don't find any reason for it. I was not in love with any girl in my class. ( love usually make people doing things they never used to do). No!!there was no chance that suddenly a hardworking kunjan was borne out. May be it was the fear which can enter a stone heart. But my brain worked stronger than heart. It overcomed such rubbish feelings of hardworking and all, and prevented the great damage which could have occurred otherwise!!!!!So after being a typical medico for mere 20 days I was back on my right tract. It was a sadistic pleasure or what I don't know, but it is amazing feeling I used to get watching psychic medicos wasting their life doing nothing other than reading. My pleasure turns out to irritation when I find medicos trying to remember so rare topics with great details. Being a great fan of Einstein I used to follow his word " Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school."It was very hard to follow him. After all following genius is never a easy thing. Path to success are always hard!!!!!

But life was really busy in final year. Wards in morning was the greatest pain in life. Actually all wards are not always bad. paedia and gynec were relatively bearable. Now some ghastly character will start saying," so ,finaly he is on the right topic." No man, gynec wards are never what you think. I hope you must have heard Dinkar's joke. And unfortunately that is reality also. But most beautiful thing about gynec was Resident Doctors.( mostly of them from opposite sex)Here we get two benefit.

1. one or two of them is always extremely beautiful so lectures are not as boring.

2. they don't want to impress girls ( taking into consideration they are straight)so they don't scold you in front of everybody all the time,for which surgery bastards are infamous.

But there is one more reason. gynec wards were really like a learning center. I learned a lot there. gynec figures of mortality directly reflects the whole picture of Indian health sector. It is the gynec where you come to get in touch with social problems prevailing in India. pathetic male:female ratio, poor nourishment, poor awareness about pregnancy care, child care, sex, immunization..list is endless. And special remark to the member of community who are always reluctant to donate blood.In more than 50% cases, other communities have given blood to the patient from your community. so if you read this and you feel indignity, better donate blood to remove this black dot. It is the gynec ward where you can find educated girls coming for aborting proving the awareness about safe sex among young generation of India. Here you can find daughter-in-law being accused by her mother-in-law for not having male child( I still wander what the hell this old, orthodox illiterate, superstitious "buddhies" will get from a male grandchild. She is gonna die before he turns to 15).But height of disgust arise when you find husband answering gynecological questions asked to his wife. ( even if asked my female Dr.)How the hell he can describe what type of pain his wife have, what she feel about it and all. But this is India. Male dominated country. Where females are considered as dolls who dance on your fingers. Well not going in the same details now. I started writing about my final year and ended where. But if this few lines can make any positive change in anyone, it is worth writing. This post must be boring. Nobody wants to read "cry" stories,than hope with me that no writer need to write it again in future.

FINAL YEAR

But what he said was the funniest thing I have ever heard from any one. I have seen many parents making so many efforts to let their child study in good colleges, but no one like this. His answer was,

“No no…. it is not like that. I have “booked” a dental seat for my daughter in Bangalore. But, now my eyes are opened. I do not want to happen this to my son, who just passed his tenth. So I am gathering information about good colleges.”

I do not want to write about my condition at that time. Some things are better unsaid.

When I completed the third first, the real dragon was waiting. If the reader is having friend or relative in mbbs, just ask him how it feels being final year student of mbbs. However good you or your scores are, this is the battle zone, where you fight for life or death. Here you are just attacked by the lethal weapons like medicine and surgery. No fun is allowed now. Every single day is counted, people start seeing you like a soldiers, who is about to take part in war. You are not allowed to be seen at malls and multiplexes, especially during last six months of final year. Sitting in the common hall and watching TV was out of question. Seniors will look at you with such a stare as if you made an unpardonable crime. In final year punch line for preparation is, “if you can start reading today, don’t wait for tomorrow.”

The million-dollar question is what is so hard about this final year, putting everyone on his nerves? You just need to have look at the surgery book. Somethings on this earth are endless, surgery is one of them.

After final year, I realized one thing and I will like to point it out.

1. Medical is not a big dragon or anything like that. anybody can deal with it, so can u.

2. People say you need to work very hard as medico, can’t get time for enjoyment. But according to me it is not like that. It is up to you how take it. Either, you keep yourself busy mugging books for five years and secure a PG seat or enjoy for 5 years and then read as if tomorrow is the end of life, for one year only.

INTERVIEW

So was the life in first year of life. Finals of first year came. I still remember those days when I hardly slept for 1 or 2 hours. Actually, these are the days the fans and lights in hostel rooms hardly get rest. Juniors become the help line in this particular time. They are busy bringing snakes and tea for us from well-known “samrat”. Anatomy was the biggest deal, again. Total eight books, including three big and five small books. I had to complete all of them in a single night. Taking statistics into consideration you can see if you read at one page/minute you need at least 24 hours to complete all the books. Here you get a single night. Just a single night, nothing more than that. Somehow, I managed it. So finals were also finished. I went home, enjoyed the vacation, faced the interviews, and met old friends…….

Second year, the longest year of mbbs, started soon, nothing changed except one more burden was added to make the life more miserable. “Morning wards” If anything I hate most about medical life is these wards. As a part of clinical study we all students are posted in different wards, like medicine, surgery, ortho, gynec, paedia, psm…….situation is like, every morning one of those smart pshyco (who managed to get into PG) will teach you one of the practical topics. However rather than teaching us they are always interested in history part. He will keep telling us to impress us, especially girls, whatever he mugged last night. For the next 4 years, I tolerated such headache every morning. Sometimes the level of torture increases when you are posted in any of the highly reputed wards for their “toxicity”. I hardly felt like a Dr during the ward sessions. They treat you like a school students. Always eager for history,” how many history have you written so far?” “Is this the way how you write history?” “Where are the daily notes?” Second year is like a double-edged sword. Here you can enjoy your life with full swing, because it last for one and half year, enough to prepare for all four subjects. But at the same time we are having busy days. From 8 a.m. to 11 a.m. people are busy in wards. Than lectures until 4 p.m. including recess time. Than practical until 5.30 p.m. So when the fun time starts we are already tired. Top to all these things, burden of vivas and exams is doubled. Regular exams are accompanied by ward practical. Life becomes hard because every single mark as internal is counted in final exams. The moment you miss a single exam you enter the danger zone. However, medicos are made to get used with such things.

If I tell about myself, I got interested in TT. In addition, like a saint I devoted myself to TT. I with yogesh always find time for TT. When my friends are doing my proxy in the class, I am playing TT in boys’ room. Otherwise, the entire thing remained same, second and third year passed like that.

I will like to add one incident happened to me, one day when I was reading in the library. The only noise”chi-chuu” heard was from the most outdated type of fans, you can find only in government buildings, spinning above me like it was about to die. Mosquitoes were daily habitant of library, no matter what season it is. They keep buzzing around you as if they are laughing on your status, generally harmless until they bite you. I was reading this core subject of third first, PSM (preventive and social medicine). Now PSM is the subject, which makes medico a warrior. Because when he read the subject, sometimes its vocab makes you feel like it is written in some Chinese language. He do not understand a single sentence, still he completes “ticked” questions, go to the exam, hardly know the answer of two or three questions, still keep writing, filling answer sheets, and snatching more than 50 marks. This makes him a warrior. Coming back to the story…. So when I was reading PSM, I got a call from unknown number. I picked up the call and I heard “hello kunjan” in an enthusiastic voice. He introduced me as relative of my fathers’ staff member' neighbor. His daughter just passed the 12th and he wanted me to help him to choose medical college.

He: “which one is the best college?”

Me: “BJ medical”

He: “how good it is?”

Me: “the best one in Gujarat.”

He: “ok. But they teach well naaa…”

Me: (though my irritation has just started I controlled it)yaaaa

He: “how is the staff?

Me (now this was the limit. I even do not know about BMC staff he is asking me about BJ staff.)yaa good

He: “they take the tests regularly?”

Me: (grow up man, this not a 12th science. This subjects are gonna tear your child’s brain before he will tear the dead body.)yaaaa

He: “how is the hostel facility?

Me: “good”

He: “what about food?”

Me: “best one” (now I was in a different mood. Mixing my irritation with fun)

He: “any problem of ragging?”

Me: “no way” (have you heard any shopkeeper telling you his he serve bad quality instruments.)

He: “what about transport facility from hostel to college?”

Me: “college is just nearby. So do not worry about it.”

So he kept asking me such rubbish questions until he was satisfied with it. I think he will stop now. But, his next question was,

He: “so, which one is at second place?”

This was ridiculous. My irritation was out of control. Somehow controlled myself and answered his questions. Set of questions was same again. He kept asking me such question for 20 minutes. He had asked these questions for almost every medical college of Gujarat. He was about to start his inquiry for Bangalore colleges also. Now the tension rising in my mind to read and complete the course was enough to stop him.

I asked him how much percentage his daughter got so I can tell him where she will get the admission. His answer was,

“She got 60 %”

I was like what to tell this person. He is seeking advice for a 60 % student. Asking questions like how BJ medical is.

Me: “sir, don’t you know your daughter can’t even get into a private medical college and you are asking me question about how medical colleges are. You wasted my 40 minutes and now you telling me your daughter is having 60 %. I am having exams soon. so please let me read now.

RELATIVES

Results came just after few days; I was waiting for it eagerly. Got 63 marks, highest was 78. Everybody was amazed except one person. ME myself. When lots of “muggus” and psychos made it hard to get 50+, I was having more than 60. That exam gave me short-term fame. However, that was enough to make me happy. During exam when I was looking here and there to kill the time, I saw that the CBSE beauty sitting below me was checking her answer. As it is well said, “opportunities are everywhere; it’s up to you how you take it." Therefore, I grabbed the opportunity. I marked the answers blindly copying her, enough to get 60+. So was the first written exam in my history of medical life.

Otherwise, there was nothing exciting except a rock show and a musical night until vibrant. Rock show was the event to try all steps of dance you know and musical night was just like a cheap pastime. In-between, I went home 2-3 times. There is always a typical situation at home; parents are having that million-dollar smile on their face, though they deserve that. The dreams I saw in their eyes, their every effort to make me best, help me and encourage me, deserve a lot more than this. What makes me irritate most is relatives’ behavior. Actually, I can classify them in the following category.

1. Well wishers, those really wanted to see you as medico. These are the only relatives I liked talking with, but due to my bad luck, there are very few of them. It is always same with every medico.

2. “First timers”, those who missed your success story long before; come to know about it when you meet them. Always welcome you with typical question, “are you in medical, MBBS?” First question is always followed by “where?” Generally, they are harmless, but their enthusiasm about knowing you and your degree better, makes you feel uncomfortable.

3. Unlucky mumma-daddy, whose son or daughter did not make it like u. The typical reaction is “well, apda baba ne to medical ma ras j n hato.” (My son was never interested in MBBS.) Alternatively, they will become total pessimistic, “there is nothing good in MBBS now. Without PG you don’t have any value.” (As if he knows that, I will just stop learning after my MBBS.)

4. This category contains hardest to convince type of relatives. These types of relatives are always eager to pour their knowledge to help you to choose your future path. “Gynecology is the best”

“Do specialization in ortho, my so and so friend’s so and so relative’s son did it. He is earning in lacs.”

“Be neurologist, I am having severe problem of headache.” (as if I will be the first neurologist)

“What???????, you want to be that “topi sunghanwa wala” DR?”

You can never tell them about your plans, because what they think is the only worth to do branch.

After some years, last three categories almost are mixed up. I cannot stop myself telling the typical interview I faces every time I meet any of such relatives.

R: So you are in which year now?

Me: final year.

R: ok. So do you have one-year internship after mbbs?

Me: yes

R: “to pachhi agal su karvanu chhe?” (“So, what is your future plan?”) “In which branch you want to do specialization?”

Me: (it is always hard to say this lie, knowing that clearing all-India exam is not piece of cake.) It depends on the merit of PG exam.

R: But you must be having some choice? (Yaa, I have the choice. I want to be the best radiologist of this country. Will you provide me the seat? Who gives a damn to choice here when you have to fight until death for getting rank in all India.)

After trying my best to have some productive answer to stop the ongoing debate, what I can hardly say is.: It is of no use to have choice, because there are very few seats and also 50 % reservation.”

R: then also, you should have decided about the branch. Well I think you should…………………………bla bla bla…………

I have faced this “interview “hundreds of times in last 6 years. From wherever the” interview” starts with, end is always the same. same bla bla bla mentioned above….

So, the life was going on like this, vivas were going on and we got used to it. But suddenly the first internals came. Ringing the bell of fear, it got all of us unprepared. From outside I was like let’s see, but from inside I knew that this exam is going to be the first written exam in English language in history of my life (it is itself a skill). That is the time when you are always knocking the seniors’ room. I was lucky enough to got helping people in this category. So I met these reputed fellows to seek advice, got the books “ticked”, and started my preparation for first battle with English. Actually, it was not a sort of preparation, because from seniors’ advices what I concluded was if you can draw good figures in exam, you would score well. I also figured it out that physiology was my favorite subject in first year (it will remain for lifetime). So, I was never worried about it.

Exams came, and first paper was of anatomy. Almost everyone was scared. Some rankers were pretending that they are scared. But if you look at the atmosphere, you see a typical picture here. And the same thing keep repeating for every exam. Every girl, yes I am not mistaking, every girl, is reading and mugging the hot topics for the last minute preparations. Some anxious guys are busy reading the topic they missed last night, even if they knows a lot thing about subject, they looks very depressed or in similar state, just because of the single question they missed. Somewhere in the parking, you can find group of friends discussing the question you hardly find in exam. Some “muggu” somewhere is impressing girls by telling such a dangerous name of veins that even a professor of the subject would like to revise them from book. Some lovebirds that were busy reading in the library since early morning are making their presence in the crowd. But the story not ends here. I have not mentioned the real category yet.

10 minutes remaining to the exam

Without taking bath, spraying him with body spray, unshaved, this person in on his way to college. But suddenly he realizes he is not even having a spare pen or pencil. So after buying all the required tools he is ready for the next 3 hours of marathon race. This guy is from the last category. I would like to say the royal category people. They do not care about reading things at last minutes. They are lazy genius. They believe in handling the emergency situations. They give the exam with one aim, that if you can 50 out of 100, life is easy. Life is cool. These people believe in Einstein theory that “education is what left behind after you have forgotten what you learnt in the classroom.”And these are the guys people like to be away from during exam days. generally they are always welcomed because of there cool nature and finding fun in every situation. But during exams muggus want to learn,while these guys want fun. So at last all this studs get together in 1 or 2 group, some muggus who realized there is no point reading now also join them to relieve their anxiety.But actually all this studs are confused. no no not because they have not read enough( that is but obvious no need to get confused there)but they are confused because others are reading so desperately when everybody knows that No author of any subject's any book has ever written a topic which you can understand and keep it stored in your hard-disk within 5 minute.But when results are declared it is now turn of other group( muggus) to get confused. "how the hell he got passed? the week before exam I called him and he was watching movie at inox" This is one of the reaction. so the thing is people scoring more than 60 are sad and those managed to get 50+ are more happy.

In my first paper I wrote almost of 85 marks, was not satisfied with my performance, but when I came out of hall everybody was in same situation. I thought everyone was performing poor so I need not to worry.

Other papers and practical passed in the same manner, except in anatomy practical where level of anxiety and fear was much higher than other practical. Well, the best moments during exam period are last few minutes of last practical. I do not know about others but I am always keen to get out of lab and just yell aloud,” exams over time for fun”

After exam two types of medicos are eager to wait for the results, one who are expecting some high score, second who hope to get some decent score. I hoped to get 40. Results of anatomy came first; I was not expecting very good score, so I did not even care to go to notice board. But my collogue gave me shock of my life when he told me that I got 51 marks. I told him “may be you are making fun of me or you saw someone others mark.”

But, fortunately he was right. I was among the 30 lucky students out of 180 to get the honor of passing anatomy exam. Score in physiology was also decent enough. However, I was failed in biochemistry. I expected it.

STORY ABOUT MBBS

Any ways let me tell you my story. Getting MBBS tag with name is the most beautiful dream a middleclass-son-daughter can have. However, that single word did enough to have me spend six years of my life reading and remembering all sorts of books full of Greek and Latin derived words. However, these six years taught me a lot new things. I still remember those days of first year. Among all different places like physio lab, bio lab, lecture halls and dissection hall, what I personally liked the most was the dissection hall. Hold on!!!!!!!! Before you start thinking in other direction let me tell you, I do not have any interest in anatomy. Liking the dissection hall does not have any relation with anatomy. It is just because of two special things which making it interesting. Either I am doing dissection, if not that than “gappas.” .the amazing thing about dissection hall is you always find someone explaining some hidden secrets of human body to other peers. So when some beautiful girl finds something new. She will start explaining and telling the details about her new invention, as if she found an alien in universe. Here newspapers or channels were never needed to spread the massage. Tell you the truth, Girls are the best radio stations, and within few seconds half of the class will be there around the table, wanting to get the glimpse of the latest invention, want to know all short of details (like, its anterior and posterior and lateral relations and origin and branches and what not). Enough to stuck your mind. Well the whole crowd is not only of "psychos.” Many other exciting activities are always going on in the background. Not to mention what, coz those who did it already know what it is. Simply saying when some beautiful girl is standing beside you (especially when resources are very limited.)How dare you can concentrate on study?

Frankly speaking, I never understood why everyone (everyone here means only psychos) was busy finding those branches of each artery and nerve. I had the idea that we do the dissection to have look at heart, lung, and all such big organs. Before being a medico, people are having all sort of fanciful ideas about dissection. For me what was there to see in those artery and nerves? However, people are having crazy ideas about dead bodies, but when they face the real characteristic smell of the solution in which dead bodies are stored in dissection hall, this typical smell becomes the first reason of annoyance for every medico. I have seen girls and boys fainting in the dissection hall not bearing the smell or not able to look at the most dirty scene of their life.

Another best thing about the dissection hall was it was the place when we used to do chitchat on lots of topics just to kill the time. When “enthu janta” were busy doing dissection, we MISFIT MEDICOS were busy enjoying the moments, talking, gossiping and what not.

However, medical life never keeps you idle; every subject is ready with their series of tests and vivas. The most heard sentence from seniors is "enjoy the life these days as much as you can, make girlfriends, watch movies, travel around whatever, because once vivas and tests will start you will get hardly any time for these activities." and suddenly that warning became true. Date for first viva of physio announced and we started the endless mugging process, which was about to last for six more years and few more years for 'PG unfit medicos”. Here in medical there are three thumb rules for getting good marks, reading, mugging and "jacking.” Jack was out of question, mugging I can never do in my life. Therefore, I was left with reading only. So the physio vivas came and gone. Nothing was exciting there. However, most medicos were never comfortable with anatomy. So when we had first anatomy written test (not written actually MCQ test). The real fear came to put all of us in worry. Forget the rankers and “muggus”, who here remember those tiny details of anatomy. However, the word MCQ kept me free from worry. Let us see what happens, let it come dear.

So the day came, papers were given, “janta” was busy filling the blanks and marking the MCQs. However, I, along with so many others, was having enough time to have a look at the whole class. Then something amazing happened. What? We will see later. When I left the exam hall, I was more than happy.

Answer to the million doller Q

Now think about this, I am sitting in the flight in business class; beautiful airhostess is serving the food on your demand. I can listen to any music or watch movie, to make the journey make comfortable.

Money and luxurious life are not the only reasons why I am changing my field. There are lots more. It is about being there, sitting among the best, extraordinary brains with sharpness of blade. It is about being the” faccha” of IIMs. It is about fighting and defeating the obstacles and make it to IIMs. It is about sitting with those son and daughter whose parents have one special and unique reason to be proud of their child. If you get it right, it is about honor, pride, and lot more. The toughest exam of the country having GD with 99%iler and at last having PI with mostly unexpected and hardly answerable questions. Nonexistent path for crore of Indians, dreamed by lacs, but open for less than two thousand only and being among that two thousand is the reason.

In fact, there is always a reason that is why IIMs have more science students (mostly Ers) than commerce students. Reasons are plentiful, some did fatal mistakes in past by choosing a wrong path ;someone is challenged by his GF; someone is tired of the monotonous work; someone thinks his inner strengths, beauty or skills are not utilized where he is working, someone just hate receiving orders from his boss, someone is having dream to be entrepreneur. Now please do not mix this with depression, failure, pessimism and all that scrap, because looser cannot think about IIM and on the other side they do not have place there. These are the reasons of those ambitious aspirants who want their own identity as one of the best manager of country. As it is said everyone is unique, but these people are on their path to prove it. They have only one thing in mind, “if there is a course named MBA, it is only in IIM."

I am telling all this only because there is one thing common among all the IIM students. Whatever is his/her background, how hard or smart he is preparing, there is one thing common.” DETERMINATION, DEDICATION and INDEFATIGABILITY” Three indispensable qualities required to “bell the cat.” Nothing can replace these qualities. This is the first step to be there. This is not a sort of advice to break the cat. Fact is I am not in place to give it. However, something from inside emboldened me to write this.

Explanation for the weirdest dream according to a medico muggu

here I am writing after a long long time. reasons, don't mind. Here today after a long silent pause I am having some eccentric material to write here.

the "FAQ" I and all of the medicos( say misfit medicos new definition by GODHANI) facing here.
Why MBA after mbbs?
Even a garrulous speaker will be out of words when asked this FAQ. what to answer? but I have find it out.

here we go, say I am standing nearby a patient at 3:00 am when you are dreaming in your sleep,I am doing some obscure things with sleepy and exhausted eyes,taking blood samples or writing down the history, checking the BP with that hardly working sphygmomanometer giving those feeble "thud thud" sounds and lot more things. after completing all this bizarre work taking a satisfying look in the room and giving a signal of all done to my mind I am about to sit in my chair to rest to my aching legs, new patient arrives with lot of injures. So now lot more things are waiting for me to be done to keep me awake till morning. killing my dream to take rest I will start doing the things again( mechanically).

On the other side, I am sitting in the business class of flight, enjoying the music, reading the economics and doing every thing which I like.

which is better part one or the latter. decide yourself. but here is not the end of the game. there is lot more than this.will see that in next post. don't know when.

Inspirational video