ya ya.. yada yada... life in a mad house is,..well.. loony..
back to college for the rest of HS, i was disappointed abt the couple of weeks of extension i won for the long leave... one day extra in this place is loathsome.. hmm, that is the price i have to pay for the sweet homeliness.. accepted!
but i had no idea wat was in stock for me thr... i was genuinely surprised at the unexpected goodliness i met with at my new destination.. sure enough,ENT dept is reknowned for its hospitality and warmth towards HS, this was a paradise in hell! its one thing to tag along a bunch of senior professionals and have no idea wat is happening at the front of the crowd, and something else to belong to a group of colleagues.. it wasnt abt seniors making u do the shitty odd jobs, but it for once felt we were taken into consideration as other human beings like themselves.. it felt strange, since it wasnt the kind of treatment HS usually get from most depts... for some depts we are like nonexistant, till the day our postings end.. some of them take 1-2 weeks to realise that "those little kid docs are gone?? who is gonna do all the ground work now??"
perhaps its a phenomenon that once ppl get ahead in life they easily forget the hardships they have put behind.. how many of us take some time out of our precious 24*7 to think of the little parts of our life when we are indebted to the bus/auto/train employees, the waiters at restaurants, the sweepers in corridors, the waste removal personnel carrying our huge waste turnover, the supermarket employees, veg vendors, policemen and security personnel... the list is unending, and i too ran out of ppl i remember to acknowledge... we look down at other individuals, who by profession or competence , are inferior to us but perhaps a million times better person than ourselves, and we are expecting a courtesy that we have never shown ? its high time someone tried to break the chain...
as always, i dare not be the one.. i have been the one too long, he he... only i got to be the one who ppl ridiculed..!! anyways, quoting the legendary MJ, i wanna change the person i see in the mirror everyday.. but there is too much of expectations in the form of some appreciation or glory in return... and as we know, expecting something return is where all virtue ends and keeping scores begin... back to square one, eh? k.. i know i know i got carried away by philosophies i barely follow, but its good once in a while to acknowledge onself is not so perfect as one always love to believe....
so the pleasant days at ENT was indeed concluded with a bang ,at a BBQ, and the joy of togetherness was awesome... i loved the way we HS and PGs alike forgot our age/gender/dispositions and attacked foodies like starving kindergarteners... i will cherish the humanness of it all, always...
leaving ENT, and moving on to ophthal reminded me of how some kids i used to study with till 10th left afterwards to join entrance coaching at PC's or young indian soldiers who lost their way and ended up in pak military camp.. such was the hostility, but i must mention here that atleast pak soldiers and PC would surely have acknowledged the presence with some ammunition( words told or untold).. the agitation and rage i was trying hard to fight off could be empathised by negro slaves back in 18th century.. "do thid, do that" commands uttered with such insensitivity and such manner of aloofness was quite irritating to the core.. for among all the aspects of human body these ppl are concerned with the very light of life in it, and they failed to see... or they failed to perceive wat they saw in us.. for once i was tortured within from ignorance of wat exactly went around there and wat ,indeed, was the prupose of my being there..
ah such harsh words, such indignation..!! mm perhaps i should calm down now, and move on to where i am now...where a pandora's box of unknown is waiting to explode... the very enchanting little world of paediatrics, fellas... its pure thrill to be part of that world,it made me forget entirely the rage of past few weeks.. it made me laugh,..and cry... it taught me some harsh lessons, with such gentleness... and again it wasnt any ppl.. for i hav not met one doctor in this profession yet who i'd want to take a lesson of good conduct from.. here, i witnessed Death... yes, death for real.. and death of an innocent 7 day old newborn...
and death, my dear readers, is such an agony... imagine a baby who is just ur handful, and its heart beating away slowly to death and u trying ur best to revive it by squeezing life and beat into its failing heart.. and ur attempts fail, and hopes of a family dying along with the purest thing on earth.. the Death of an innocent baby...
amusement, rage and sorrow... and i am going back to it all after a short break ...
to the unknown tragedies of future, and unexpected pleasantries as well... here i come.
adios
back to college for the rest of HS, i was disappointed abt the couple of weeks of extension i won for the long leave... one day extra in this place is loathsome.. hmm, that is the price i have to pay for the sweet homeliness.. accepted!
but i had no idea wat was in stock for me thr... i was genuinely surprised at the unexpected goodliness i met with at my new destination.. sure enough,ENT dept is reknowned for its hospitality and warmth towards HS, this was a paradise in hell! its one thing to tag along a bunch of senior professionals and have no idea wat is happening at the front of the crowd, and something else to belong to a group of colleagues.. it wasnt abt seniors making u do the shitty odd jobs, but it for once felt we were taken into consideration as other human beings like themselves.. it felt strange, since it wasnt the kind of treatment HS usually get from most depts... for some depts we are like nonexistant, till the day our postings end.. some of them take 1-2 weeks to realise that "those little kid docs are gone?? who is gonna do all the ground work now??"
perhaps its a phenomenon that once ppl get ahead in life they easily forget the hardships they have put behind.. how many of us take some time out of our precious 24*7 to think of the little parts of our life when we are indebted to the bus/auto/train employees, the waiters at restaurants, the sweepers in corridors, the waste removal personnel carrying our huge waste turnover, the supermarket employees, veg vendors, policemen and security personnel... the list is unending, and i too ran out of ppl i remember to acknowledge... we look down at other individuals, who by profession or competence , are inferior to us but perhaps a million times better person than ourselves, and we are expecting a courtesy that we have never shown ? its high time someone tried to break the chain...
as always, i dare not be the one.. i have been the one too long, he he... only i got to be the one who ppl ridiculed..!! anyways, quoting the legendary MJ, i wanna change the person i see in the mirror everyday.. but there is too much of expectations in the form of some appreciation or glory in return... and as we know, expecting something return is where all virtue ends and keeping scores begin... back to square one, eh? k.. i know i know i got carried away by philosophies i barely follow, but its good once in a while to acknowledge onself is not so perfect as one always love to believe....
so the pleasant days at ENT was indeed concluded with a bang ,at a BBQ, and the joy of togetherness was awesome... i loved the way we HS and PGs alike forgot our age/gender/dispositions and attacked foodies like starving kindergarteners... i will cherish the humanness of it all, always...
leaving ENT, and moving on to ophthal reminded me of how some kids i used to study with till 10th left afterwards to join entrance coaching at PC's or young indian soldiers who lost their way and ended up in pak military camp.. such was the hostility, but i must mention here that atleast pak soldiers and PC would surely have acknowledged the presence with some ammunition( words told or untold).. the agitation and rage i was trying hard to fight off could be empathised by negro slaves back in 18th century.. "do thid, do that" commands uttered with such insensitivity and such manner of aloofness was quite irritating to the core.. for among all the aspects of human body these ppl are concerned with the very light of life in it, and they failed to see... or they failed to perceive wat they saw in us.. for once i was tortured within from ignorance of wat exactly went around there and wat ,indeed, was the prupose of my being there..
ah such harsh words, such indignation..!! mm perhaps i should calm down now, and move on to where i am now...where a pandora's box of unknown is waiting to explode... the very enchanting little world of paediatrics, fellas... its pure thrill to be part of that world,it made me forget entirely the rage of past few weeks.. it made me laugh,..and cry... it taught me some harsh lessons, with such gentleness... and again it wasnt any ppl.. for i hav not met one doctor in this profession yet who i'd want to take a lesson of good conduct from.. here, i witnessed Death... yes, death for real.. and death of an innocent 7 day old newborn...
and death, my dear readers, is such an agony... imagine a baby who is just ur handful, and its heart beating away slowly to death and u trying ur best to revive it by squeezing life and beat into its failing heart.. and ur attempts fail, and hopes of a family dying along with the purest thing on earth.. the Death of an innocent baby...
amusement, rage and sorrow... and i am going back to it all after a short break ...
to the unknown tragedies of future, and unexpected pleasantries as well... here i come.
adios
