If Wishes were Horses...

Wish you were here; there are so many things to share with you.

I can't deal with it anymore.

An Obeisance

It's that time of the year again... :)

Happy Ganesh Chathurthi to one and all!

Gone are the days…

(This poem was sent as an email to me by a school friend – Chandan. This is one of the best things you can be gifted on Friendship’s day – fond memories of the past. This piece has made me nostalgic; though it may seem very simple, each word in the stanzas below has a deep meaning associated with it.)


Gone are the days, my Friend…

When
School reopened in June
And we settled in our new desks and benches!

When
We wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers

We learnt writing with
Slates and pencils
Progressed to fountain pens, ball pens and then Micro tips!

When
We had lunch in classrooms, corridors
Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds!

When
A single P.T. period in the week's timetable
was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons!

Gone are the days
Of Sports Day and annual Day
And the month long preparations for them

Gone are the days

When we used to talk with friends now we don’t have time to say ‘hi’
When we used to chat for hours now we chat in chat rooms
Gone are those days, but their memories will linger in my heart



(‘Cycle sheds’ was probably the word which brought with it many memories. There was this huge shed near the main entrance of our school which was meant for parking cycles and for parents to wait in case it was raining outside. We’ve had so much fun in that shade – be it scouting lessons or Independence Day practice. More on school-life in the next post… Too tired right now.)

Words

After a few days, I’ll have completed 6 months of internship. Wow.

I think each department has its own catchword. I’ve heard them so often now, from so many people around, that I’ve begun to think it’s a part of normal vocabulary.

‘Arre yaar’, ‘kya re’, ‘sun na’ are few benign-looking terms. I have to now make conscious efforts to avoid using them.

When I was posted in surgery, everything and anything could be ‘mobilized’. “Aniruddha, aaj hamare unit ke AP ka birthday hai. Ek cake mobilize karna hai.” “Aniruddha, mere liye ek pen mobilize kar na.” “Exam ke liye patients mobilize karne hain.” “There is too much work. Ek aur intern ko mobilize karna padega.” “Kahin se toh tincture benzoin mobilize kar.” The list is endless. (I wonder what happens to the object that’s ‘mobilized’.)

Another pet peeve of mine is ‘stat’. I want an ABG stat. I want his electrolytes stat. Give him soda bicarb stat. Give me a pen stat. I want an IV line stat. Didn’t I tell you guys to do his workup stat?

Recently, I heard someone telling a nurse ‘double stat’. “Staff! Give that patient atropine double stat!” Phew. Some people are in real hurry.

Things were slightly better in medicine. ObGy is next. Another 6 months of nonsense.

Status: Very sad. My co-intern literally cried because of the ‘hyper’ me. I should’ve been better with her.

No Time to Spare

There's so much going around. Cartooning. Strike. Tests. Studies. Internship. Travelling.

There won't be blog posts for sometime now. I need a break.