Pee Yes Am

That is what I am going to do. Day after tomorrow is the PSM Prelim exam. One of the turning points in the life of a medical student. It makes you turn hard enough to make you dizzy. You turn back to look at the innocent days of a pigtailed girl frolicking in the corridor of a South Indian school oblivious to teh torcher she would face five years from then. To the time lost solving differentials and integrations, which were supposed to be difficult, to have learnt and attempted to understand Newton's discoveries and inventing a different physics on paper. All for this.

All this for a blog I would write as a third year medical student struggling to give up sleep and laziness, struggling to be motivated to turn a page of Park. Yes, we come back to turn, again. It's always someone's turn to feel frustated. It's mine now. I don't want to learn the dimensions of Latrines. I don't want to learn about Macchhars and Makhkhees. About the fact that Indians are squatters who prefer anal washing. That economic development is the best contraceptive. That some people commit suicide by drowning and some by smoking. That randomisation is the "heart " of a trial. That cholera is the father of Public Health. That Yaws is a shining example. That accidents occur due to unusual animal behaviour.

May be this is why our country is in such a dire state. If we actually studied PSM and understood its implications the public health standards of our country would be possibly better.

May be it's my turn to launch the National Interest in PSM Preparation and Learning Emerges(NIPPLE) Programme.

I have wasted 20 minutes writing this. I could have taken a walk in the Park.