In a fey mood (alternative title :15 days to wind up)

Feeling a bit strange...blogging after a year and only 15 days to go before we all wind up...15th 's d d-day when i'd know what direction my life's gonna take...whether its time to go back to books or take the next step forward( most likely it'll be a step backward but that's ok-i'm mentally prepared to deal with it now unlike 3 weeks before)...but right now totally in limbo...can' t study nor can do anything else much...might as well help with the Year Book and enjoy the convocation caravan.

Last year was pretty much hell...my grandfather's sudden death on Diwali night, squabbling co-interns, break-ups, almost every public holiday spent in either EMS or emerge in med ward...gave up almost everything just to get a seat in PG and now i'm not even gonna get that...I can hear the hounds of fate howling...but then right now i'm in "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn" mood. Even if i'm gonna hang by the noose on 15th I can atleast let the rope run long till 11th. And it isn't fair to let one year of internship blight 4 wonderful years in GS!

So 3 cheers for
1) Behenji-cum-Friends...For Sambo (what i'd i've done without u)...she was literally my lifeline in GS...Surabhi n Divya n Varsha...for all the good times and for all the mad times we had!

2) Batchmates-cum-friends...For Shweta for perennially boosting me...for her regular doses of optimism and All iz Well funda...Khushboo(for the good cheer and for her dialogue-'Ab to rona band kar' n thanx for the B'day plans-left to myself i'd have brooded the day away), Swarada for bearing the brunt of being my baju-waali roll no and Sonali for being a complete anti-thesis of me( Babe-quotient, cool, smiles, sleepiness n absent-mindedness)

3) Boys-Rajvilas by virtue of being my batchmate right from 1st to final yr and for his mad-cap antics, Bhavin by virtue of his (unknown to him) 'what goes down must come up' method of conditioning me n making me better myself , Gujju guys (including Jangale n Ankit) for the love-hate relationships,the lethal 'bindass meet brains' cocktail, for your leg-pullings and ur mockeries-atleast i learnt how to laugh at myself! Subbu for being one of the few sane souls among the guys i encountered during internship and Rupesh for being Mr Congeniality.

4) The library-for the books, loud gossips, whispered scandals, couples ( real n potential), meetings, mcqs, and Sshh....

5) Gosumag...had lotsa fun during its making...so thanx Ani and Sambo for letting me come on board.
6) Malvani, EMS and Saphale-the only worthwhile postings of internship
7) The cut-throat competition...Even though i've ended up cutting myself more often rather than cuttting the competition-but then as a Type A i wouldn't know what to do if life was too easy...i mean how can a fish live without water even if the water turns out to be poisoned!

And a few tears for

8) Male co-interns( atleast the ones that I had)-For being pains in the neck, for the throbbing headaches and lost peace of mind.

9) My foot-in-mouth-syndrome- My absolute lack of Diplomacy, my inability to sweet talk with people and the inability to come up with good excuses-no wonder internship was so bad! :-)

10) Secrecy, selfishness n self-centeredness...Sad to say quite a few ppl here do have these traits...something which i think goes against the credo of a behenji or a friend... but then why blame them-After all, in GS and probably in life too, nothing succeeds like success.

And for Me, Myself n Ananya
For being afraid to wear my heart on my sleeve
Coz if it broke, I didn't know how I would grieve
For not leaving the bay and getting into the sea
Not knowing how to swim,didn't set myself free
For being so cowardly now, using words to screen
My fears and for shedding tears on what could have been....

Medical boons and mills

Audrey was poised on the balcony, waiting for him. The soft rays of the moon bounced off the zygomatic arch of her beautiful face, and her green irises dilated as the saccadic movements of her eyes searched for him. As the moon disappeared in a dark embrace of the clouds, Emilio, her Italian lover scaled the wall using his latissimus dorsi to advantage. His high levels of testosterone had blessed him with well developed secondary sexual characters. He appeared noiselessly on the balcony and startled Audrey. It was only her righting reflexes that prevented her from falling. Audrey lit a candle as his eyes underwent light adaptation. She smiled and watched his rate of respiration increase in response to that. He grabbed her forearm in a supinated position with her elbow extended and shoulder joint in flexion and drew her closer. The scent of her body invaded his nasal mucosa and stimulated the olfactory nerve endings which led to activation of certain libidinous pathways in his limbic system. He held her wrist and felt her pulse beat at a rate of 100/min, normal force tension and volume. He pressed his body to hers and spread the palms of his hands over her back over the lumbar region(L1 to L5). She could not stop herself from clasping his cervical region similarly when she saw the hunger in his eyes. He bent his head down with the image of her lips on his retina. She moistened her lips in anticipation. Their lips touched and they began to exchange the normal flora of each other's oral mucosa (anerobes, strep, diphtheroids etc.). A sweet groan erupted from Audrey's vocal cords. Lost in passion it took a few seconds for her husband's voice to penetrate Audrey's cortex. Emilio broke away from her and climbed down the balcony.

Epilogue:
A few days later Audrey was diagnosed with infectious mononucleosis. Emilio was diagnosed with HSV1 sores on his oral mucosa. And, oh, I forgot.... they lived happily ever after ( of course, i mean, the viruses).

Vuja de

It is the sensation of something happening to you which has never ever occurred before.This was one of the rare occasions in my life, when I made a complete fool of myself.
As medical students in a public hospital, we come across many poor, unfortunate and illiterate patients, and their relatives. It is very common, in fact, it is the code of honour for many residents to pull their hair and get frustrated when patients are unable to follow simple instructions. In my pediatrics posting, I encountered mothers who could not recount important symptoms of lethargy, seizures or decreased feeding; but could narrate the entire process of how, when and in what manner her child defecates. And even describe the shit. With unwanted similes and metaphors.
It never occurred to me how it feels to be on the other side of the fence. It has now occurred. When my computer crashed noiselessly on one fine morning, I called up a technician from a nearby store to format it. Apparently like a bad patient I had neglected the disease far too long. Then he came and started asking these impossible questions, like how many GB you have, what is the Ram of your PC, what is the speed of your net etc. I blinked back in answer every time. I had never had the need to acknowledge the basic profile of my PC. His facial expression was loudly announcing, that I was the biggest moron he had ever encountered in his life. Which I probably was.
He then muted his computer lingo and stuck to easy English vocabulary that I could follow. Eventually he gave up, formatted the PC noiselessly, and left. I'd better go and check the history of my PC now, before I am labelled a "moron-bai" by the next computer-tech.