Crawling from the realms of immaturity......

Finally crawling from the realms of immaturity......
        There was a time when a crush meant the world to you....love was something for which you could die for. Passing an exam was all that mattered...and gossiping with friends was an ultimate entertainment...they called it going with the wind.....life seemed so beautiful....This the golden period of life so i call. But are these permanent? Will the crush be permanent? Will the love be lifelong?  I guess not(though there may be exceptions).
         Slowly you will see people change....someone whom you were thinking of as a friends turns out to be a backstabber....
          Crush??? It becomes like "come on...whatever"....
           Love? Does it last?  Someone for whom you could die for a few years back now dont even look back at you...so what was all that bullshit few years back?  (Though there are a lucky few ...who manage to make it lifelong).
         And exams? You will just laugh at yourself...even thinking about the mental pressure you went through to pass those exams...
         Slowly those things making you realize that you are much wiser and much matured now...then that you were back then.
        So does that mean you shouldnot have done all that? No i dont think so....You live only once .....an its called living only when you go through all dese experiences....and without mistakes how were you supposed to learn? That golden period becomes golden only because of these memories....and you bet me....these memories are for lifetime....be it good memories or bad....you can look back and smile one day and say "yes i have gone through that!"

My experiences with the camera....

My favorite lyrics...

My favorite lyrics from the song skyscraper by Demi Lovato....

Skies are crying, I am watching
Catching teardrops in my hands
Only silence, as it's ending, like we never had a
chance.
Do you have to make me feel like, there's nothing
left of me?
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper
As the smoke clears
I awaken and untangle you from me
Would it make you feel better to watch me while I
bleed
All my windows, still are broken, but I'm standing
on my feet
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper
Go run run run I'm gonna stay right here
Watch you disappear yeah
Go run run run yeah it's a long way down
But I'm closer to the clouds up here
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Ohh
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper
Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper
Like a skyscraper...

A little star!

          He is a boy. A small boy of about 6yrs. Every morning at 7am he hurriedly reaches to the bus stop just outside my apartment. And you know why? Not to see off his father to work or to play there.....but to do something. And what that something is? He reaches there with a small table and a tool....and no you are wrong....those are not for studing. He vry carefully sets up the table and tool. And then he is ready. So that's his paan shop. Every morning he sells paan there to the bus passengers.

           And when i look at about 9am in the same place...he disappears from there. And i always wondered why he set up the paan shop only for 2hours? I inquired about him....and i was shocked at what i found out. After those 2hours of his small buisness he goes to school.
     
           Though this story may sound simple the reason for me adding this story to my blog is that....this boy really inspires me. If a small boy of 6yrs can divide his time for work and studies why cant i?
            Recently this twitter addiction has got into me and i always waste most of my time there. But reading this story gives me a slight hope that if this boy can do so much...why cant i?
        
P.S: Yes child labour is banned but no one forces this guy to work he does it himself.

Wierd complains!

Here i mention some of the funny n stupid complains of some patients i came across till now....with no offence to them....i guess this is due to illiteracy and nothing else....
 

1. Baideu mur lora tur ekdom khabo nukhuje (what do you expect from a 6yr old?)

2. Baideo mur suwali jonir suli phatise (for your kind info i also have split ends)

3. Baideo muk bhal vitamin saline eta diok (a perfectly fine person who comes by walking from her house with perfect health doesnot need an iv infusion)

4. Baideo mur ga tu bohut komjor lagi thake...enekua eta beji diok ji diar loge loge moi healthy hoi jam. (we are docs not magicians)

5. Baideo i am 4months pregnant...and i want an abortion(we are docs not murderers)

6. Baideo muk 1week agote kukure kamurisil.. Kiba beji lobo lagisil neki (you could have come few more days later aftr developing rabies)

     These are just a few with lots more to come....

Tale of a mother....

It was just a regular day...me attending the morning OPD patients. As the OPD hours was comming to an end i noticed a small girl....pale n tired....oops sorry not a girl she was a woman. Playing beside her were two childern later i came to know those were her daughters. She came to me for her pregnancy check up. She was hardly 20yrs old and she was pregnant and it was reflecting on her health. Severly anemic. She was sitting on the waiting bench even after she got her drugs because she was too tired to walk. When i saw her i tried talking with her. Jolly as a person she was. Funny thing is she didnt know my language and i was not fluent in her's. Still we managed to have a small conversation. While talking with her i came to know that the kids playing beside her were her daughters one 8yrs and another 4yrs old. Seeing her age its was almost difficult for me to gulp down the info she gave just now...but then yet again it came as a bolt when she said she has one more daughter she was at home and she was the eldest.
      I was both sad and angry. I asked her that after having 3children why was she pregnant again? She just smiled and said that the other 3children are girls so this time they hope for a boy. Then i asked what if this fourth child is a girl again? She again just smiled. Felt so pity for this lady.
       This is what happens in my India.

My little vacation

Was sitting in the verandah suddenly i looked into the watch and realized "I am late"... I have my flight at 9am and its already 8...I got to hurry...Like a hurricane i packed my bags...making sure i dont leave out my favorate dresses and all other important things. Had my bath and now i am ready. Now the next prblm....... i need an autorickshaw to reach the airport. Hurriedly i lock my house and run towards the auto stand. Hopefully there was one auto standing. I run towards it and asked the driver to drive as fast as  he could. Reached the airport...only 5min for the flight to take off. Thankfully i get my boarding pass in time and reach my seat. Ahhhhh now i am relieved. Drank a glass of water and thinking what i will do when i reach there. Finally we reach my dream destination "switzerland". Snow flakes falling....the cold climate made me shiver.....Suddenly i heared a loud noise....someone shouting.....i tried to listen more carefully...the sound was comming nearer. And finally i could feel a hand on my shoulder.....
  

        It was my mom...shouting at me...to come inside and help her in the kitchen.

P.S: If mom wouldnot have come surely....aaji to switzerland ghum ke hi aate!

Being a doctor....

Is being a doctor crime now a
days? Slightest of a mistake and
there you go….abuses by everyone.
          Everyday thousands
of patients are being treated no
one says a word….but let there be
one small mistake and its almost
like his life is in danger. I am not
saying that doctors should make
mistakes …but i just want to bring
to light one thing….that we doctors
always give our best to do what we
can for a patient but even after
that if a patient fails to improve is
it our fault? After all we are also
human beings…only God has the
power to give someone life or
death.
        Its really sad to hear that
doctors are being attacked by
public for d slightest of the
reasons. I mean first investigate is
the doctor wrong…has he
committed an act of negligence
after that you decide how you will
handle this. If the doctor has not
committed any negligence an still
he is being attacked by mobs its
really sad. And thats whats
happening most of the time.
          There are incidents of a
doctor's hands being amputated by
the public since he could not save
a lady who just delivered a baby. I
wad shocked when i heard this.
What happened was this she gave
birth in her own house….they didnt bother to take her to the hospital…but when they noticed that she was bleeding heavily(in medical terms a case of post partum haemorrhage) and her condition was detoriating
then they decided to take her to
the hospital…and before they
reached the hospital she already
died. Now tell me is it the doctor’s
fault? Why was the doctor
punished for this?
          I would like to state another
major problem that occurs mostly
here in India. Superstition…… there are people who dosent go to the doctor but goes to quacks…and God knws what treatment they give to the patients….the patients
condition inproves for a while…so
the patient happy…D problem
arises after few days when the
disease flares up even more… twice 1or thrice more intensity than before. Again they will go to the quack and the vicious cycle
continues for a while….untill the
disease reaches its extreme. Then
they will come to the doctor. On
asking at first they will deny taking
herbal medicine…and since the
disease is already out of control
now so doctors are not able to
save the patient now… Then the
patient dies….and in the eyes of the public now the doctor is the
reason behind the death….the
lamest excuse i have heard till now is “the patient died after the
doctor gave him intravenous
saline”…. There are plenty of cases
like this and the list is endless.
           My message to you is please think once before attacking your doctor. He is the one trying to save your life…how can you beat him up?

Fate...leads to what?

Are the things we put so much hard work into really worth it??? Each any every minute we spend fighting for something....is it worth it? The pain, money, the sweat...and most important of it 'time'.... Do u sometimes feel like fastforwarding this time and see if your hard word and time really matters in the end? What if all these are just illusions? What if you are just wasting your time toilling for it while you have something else waiting for you in the future? But again....if you dont give your best you will blame yourself for not acheiving it....what if you dont get it after giving your best? Then when you look back will you blame yourself...that the fight wasnt enough...or you didnt give your best....or whatever happened is fate? What if we could just fastforward the time and see if the fight is worth it and then return back and fight for it....

Internship in AMC

When i was an undergraduate in AMC i always looked up to the interns n thought wen will the day come when i also will be able to hang the stetho and proudly walk in the campus....i always thought that they have such a carefree life dont have to study...and the best part they get stipend also.
        And finally the day came results of final MB was out and by the grace of God i passed. D moment i came to know that i passed suddenly a fear grew inside me....till few days back i was just a student mugging things n writing exams...but now will i be able to handle patients??? N there...it started....the fear of being responsible....and not just responsible but a responsible doctor...slightest mistake and a life could be at danger. I used to pray to God to give me the courage to face all these reality....
        So my internship started...it was like stepping into an entirely different world...proffessors whom we dreaded during UG days began to chat with us like collegues.....seniors who took our classes became like friends to us.....and guided and teached us many more things...and slowly my fear began to reduce i became more confident day by day....each day was a learning experience....starting from how to insert a canula to assisting in major operations...i just started loving it. The best part was wen i saw patients comming in such bad conditions n now returning to their home cured and happy....some old aged patients even calling "majoni" felt like i was talking to my own grandparents.....first stipend kab khatam hua woh to pata hi nahi chala...hehe...
     That was the fun part...now comes the hard part....as i continue to do hectic duties night shifts and then again day shift without a break....specially in medicine and gynae depts....my counterparts in other states were busy preparing for pg entrance....thats it..... i was so engrossed in my duties that in the period of 365days of internship i didnt open books even for a single day....and then came the festivals...."In internship there is no holidays n no leaves" as most of our professors said....so even in eid i was sitting there in the corner of the old dilipidated hostel in Chabua where we were sent for SPM posting....still didnt feel that bad because of the constant support of friends....i will never forget the line "internship is of 365days" said by one of the profs when i went to ask for a leave...
        Amidst all these still i had the best moments of my whole AMC life during my internship...partied almost ever other day....went for a date almost everday(couldnt go during paedia posting though)....almost every friday watched a movie.....
       Lastly i conclude by saying dat internship in AMC was the golden period of my life...i learned....i loved...i worked like hell....and i enjoyed like hell too....
  LONG LIVE AMC!!!