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Medical school; my bitter chocolate

Dressed smartly in my new white apron, pride in my heart, head full of hopes and dreams I managed to find my first class.

The anatomy dissection lab. Eight cadavers bathing in formaldehyde, groups of students around each and professors hurdled in a corner. I made my way to the assigned table. Eager to meet the people with whom I would be sharing classes for the rest of the year. Now being from the most happening city in my country, I was astonished to meet these people. Don’t get me wrong! I wasn’t the Lindsay Lohan of my school before, yet I felt like one. I mean these people were from all over the country! Small towns, villages, districts etc etc. It was a realization, maybe a good one, India is not just Bombay but a mix of so many different regions and languages.

Anyway moving on, after the initial shock of having to poke knives into a dead body I faced yet another, ragging. As I was walking back to my hostel, a large group of senior boys surrounded me. “You have attitude problem”, “how dare you wear jeans for classes”, “you think you are special because you live in a city?”, “lets show her how to respect seniors”. Guys, I was 18, a nerd, naïve and terrified to the core. All I could do was cry and run towards my building.

I reached my room all upset and terrified. Far from home. In a new place. Well let me explain the irony. When being the only person in the class to make it into medical school, u suddenly expect things to get better. Well they don’t! My friends pursuing a career in other fields went on to study in London, Melbourne and New York. And where did I land? A small village in a rural district, in the interior parts of my state. Amazing right?

Anyway, as I paced in the hostel corridors on my cell phone talking away my sadness I stumbled upon a door. Just like the one in chronicles of Narnia, it opened to something awesome. Well beyond the door were people with whom I would go on to build the most amazing relationships in my life. My friends. (will talk about them in my later posts).

Like Moses, we all received a few commandments.

  1. No jeans to classes. (salwar kurta with shawl that covered all lady parts).
  2. keep your hair tied up at all times.
  3. Greet your seniors every time you pass by them.
  4. No girl-boy interactions.

Well I cannot remember the entire list, but these were some of the rules.

Weird right? Yeah it took me quite a while to adapt to these. Though it lasted just for 2 months.

Well these were just a few highlights from my first month at school.

So I shall continue some more later…………

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Love and Medicine

A baby step towards medicine….

Long day shifts and 5 coffees later here I am reminiscing my journey.

Alright so continuing with my story, so as I mentioned I fell in love. And oh yes! unconditionally and irrevocably (movie love, movie dialogues).

I believed I possessed super powers, a switch in my brain which could be turned on and off. On and go! Study time. Off and  time for romance. It was one of the delusions associated with sweet sixteen.

Turns out doesnt really work that way. I wanted to fly but had to be grounded too. I wanted to have it all.

Exam and my boyfriend moving abroad for studies, both events happening on the same day. So a night before those life changing exams, when the pre meds are cramming, I was visiting my boyfriend for the goodbye hugs and kisses. I don’t remember whether I was feeling guilty or sad. (P.s. the same guy would go on in the future to break my soul)

Moving ahead to the aftermath of both events, I was pinning for my boyfriend the results were declared. I was on the waiting list. 30 percent chances of making it as a first year medical student. It was one of the most uncertain time of my life.

At 17 I was a girl, who couldn’t drive, couldn’t swim, had zero social life, no hobbies, not ever travelled outside hometown, sheltered by parents. And all of these sacrifices were to ‘focus’ on medical school and the chances of getting into one were pretty dim.

However, what’s meant to be will be (couldn’t think of a better phrase!)

After 4 months of being a nomad (college wise) I finally got into medical school. I remember that moment clearly, its like a handsome prince on a white horse coming to escort me to medical school. As if I had fulfilled my purpose in life. As if I had finally discovered Amelia Earhart. But the most happiest was my dad.

Little did I know, what I was stepping into!

To be continued……

 

 

 

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Vision, mission and my aggression!

The beginnings..

I have two words for you. Indian girl.

Career, life, finding a decent husband etc etc all choices are dominated by parents. Right from an early childhood the importance of being a doctor (noble profession) was reinforced on me.

At 14 being a full time student and part time leo, I found a new passion. Literature. Being a voracious reader and having a new found love for writing, I set my sights on the best college in the city of Mumbai.

Although there was a different blueprint of my career in making by my father. I distinctly remember the day I was summoned by him and before me lay the three year concrete plan that would lead me into the field of medicine, Oh that plan! It included how I had to be dedicated and disciplined in my studies, travel miles to attend expensive classes, cut off time with friends and yes the very important aspect, “no mingling with boys”.

My dad has surgically excised my love for literature with the very famous old adage, “it was my dream to be a doctor and due to lack of resources could not fulfil it, so its you who should do so”.

And so began my journey, endless classes, no boyfriends, lack of social life and sights set on a prestigious medical school.

All was well until I faced my worst enemy, the medical entrance exams!

David vs Goliath or more like thousands competing for a handful of medicine seats.

All was well until I fell in love…………..

(to be continued in next part)