FREE SPIRIT

PATIENT DIES IN QUEST FOR STRENGTH, DOCTORS STRIKE WORK.

2012-02-05T01:40:00.001+05:30

Mumbai: In spite of Bihar Health Minister Ashwini Kumar Choubey's threat last week to cut off the hands of junior doctors if they go on strike, the shameless doctors across the state have once again gone on a flash strike accusing patients of perennially cursing their good handwriting. The decision was taken by the Doctor's Association following an attack on a colleague Dr.V.I.Agra’wala when his patients died after consuming more than the prescribed amount of Sildenafil.

Patients in past have made several allegation that what doctors write is not intended for the public to see but only for themselves and their peers. "The way 'Normal' people write is decipherable amongst all because everyone knows what to look for. The illegible doctor handwriting is 'Made Not Born'. How could anyone get through college far less medical school writing so badly?," asked Ganpat Shah who too has been taking treatment for erectile dysfunction.

“Why hold the innocent Doctors responsible when the patient’s wife wanted more?”, argued Dr.Har’dick, the secretary of the Doctor's Association.

Hearing about the outrage in heaven through Faking News, Steve Jobs offered to develop a software called 'I-Rx' where standard printed prescription could be written by verbal commands, but protesting doctors disagreed to using technology stating their prescription changes frequently depending on the gifts they get from the medical representatives.

“How can the doctor’s be so heartless? At least the Emergency Departments should be running. I’m getting dark and I’m worried”, said worried Dharavi resident Isratunissa. In view of the strike, many ICU patients were forced to sign the DAMA form (Discharge against medical advice) and packed home. Unconfirmed reports also claimed that few rioting doctors stole the ‘Anatomical Snuff Boxes’ from the pharmacy after scaring the pharmacist with their claw hand.

Municipal Union of Hospital Services (MUHS) has now decided to make Doctors sit for a handwriting exam from 2013 before issuing graduation degrees to make sure that they can write something readable by the general public and not just by the chemist.

A Few Doctor Handwriting Tips from Faking News: Doctor's Lounge

Abbreviate - It's much faster to write 'SOB' than 'shortness of breath'.
Write small - Distance takes time so writing tiny saves time.
Skip vowels - Can u rd ths sntnce? Most sentences can be read without vowels.
Write the first two or three letters legibly then Scrawl. Doctors use the same words over and over so it only takes one or two letters in context to recognize a specialized word eg.

THE FLASHBACK

2012-01-23T02:46:00.004+05:30

Life is so beautiful and I feel blessed to be who I am…It has been an awesome 25 years of life going through all sorts of ups and downs but the spirit is still high and I’m just loving its every phase now…I’m doing what I always loved, Emergency Medicine along with the writing, guitar, tennis and the little meditation I always do.

Looking back into time, my entire life moves in front of me in flashback which brings a smile to my face and few tears too. The following are the random most memorable highlights of this awesome journey.

1.Driving at speed of 170 km/hr while coming back from work and feeling the adrenalin rush. Driving surely will always remain my first love.

2. Jogging every morning on Modak Sagar Dam during my rural posting with arms outstretched and feeling the breeze…..It sure was heavenly.

3. Starting Faking News: Doctor’s Lounge…It makes me smile so much, brought me more acclaim and recognition and pushes me further for pursuing imaginative and creative awesomeness.

4. Blogging at odd hours past midnight being all psychotic....messimerizing.

5. Riding 100-150 kms per day on my way to Vaitarna, Khardi and near by places.

6. The hugs, smiles and tears shared with many patients.

7. The feeling of passing MBBS and celebrating my Birthday the next day.

8. The applause, the echo of the claps every time I have been on stage….I close my eyes often to relive them again.

9. Playing the best Table Tennis in top form with Mihir Dalal, Shiva Seth, Kunal Suradkar and Mayank Gupta.

10. The convocation ceremony and the nostalgia of 5.5 years that it was all over.

11. Forming Band Ignition and performing during college festival…. It sure will remain the most memorable thing that happened to me…. actually to us all.

12. Taking to my Grandfather, holding his hand and kissing him on his forehead 2 days before his death.

13. Arranging the 1st alumni party and bringing together around 200 ex students for the first time.

14. Reading Arun’s article on me ( Faking News ) and laughing so much.

15. Sleeping with my 2 young dear cousins hugging me tightly from either side.

16. My dad just before his bypass surgery telling my mom, “Hanuman Baba sab theek karenge”…even today it brings tears to my eyes.

17. Participating in Channel V Panga and a patient in LTMGH actually recognizing he had seen me on TV.

18. The days as the head boy of my school- the mini celebrity for the tiny tots wanting to shake hands with me after the assembly each morning.

19. Participating in various inter school competitions and winning allocates.

20. Running from the college Boys common room to Kings circle station crying all throughout after knowing my dad had a heart attack.

21. Participating in Bombay Medical Congress in final year…. and celebrating the team spirit although we did not win in spite of being the truly deserving.

22. Playing my acoustic guitar in dim light and enjoying the loneliness.

23. Playing with my cousins Kartik and Kaustubh and clicking their photographs.

24. Participating in a rally after the Mumbai attack, standing on divider at Gateway of India and shouting slogans against politicians and Pakistan.

25. Each and every day spent at my native place, “Khekra” a small town in U.P…..they are my readily available happy thoughts. Any time ever I feel low in life, I just think about my grand parents, gardening, cycling, skating, cricket in the huge house we have there.

Well, needed to pen down the important ones so I can smile reading this later in life….I’m sure there are plenty of memorable moments more to come and I will be waiting to welcome them with arms wide open.

ROCK ON 2 TITLE TRACK.

2012-01-22T14:11:00.001+05:30

With the movie being shelved and no response from the music director either, I guess it was time to LEAK the title track of Rock On 2 which I had written...Will wait for Band Ignition to do the Honors on their come back tour in future some day.....Guys, this one is for you !!

Ruki Ruki zindagi ki rahon mein
Hasin hain, khushi hain, tu hai, bahon mein
Koi gam na ho mere hathon mein rahejo tera haath

Janeja tu jo mere sath hai
Zindagi mein koi baat hai
Tere bin kahan mujhe chain bhi
Tere bin dil mein kahan jaan-jaan-jaan

Rock on...ooo...Rock on

Lets relive the fun we all had
Without Magic we always had been sad
This is one life, live your dream, c'mon
Go Rock on....

Teri nigahon se pyar hum pane ko
Aise kyun hain taraste
Basse ho dil mein tum aise
Din bhar hum hain taraste

Teri Nazar hai jaadu
Chipi mann mein justju
Kya kahe tumhe dil ki yeh baat

Rock on....ooo...Rock on

NEW MEDICAL DEVELOPMENTS TO LOOK COOL, CARDIOLOGISTS FEEL THE HEAT.

2012-01-22T13:17:00.003+05:30

Mumbai: In a planned outrage against 6 pack abb-ed and 24-36-24 figure conscious actors yesterday, city cardiologists protested in front of gay Shah Rukh Khan’s bungalow ‘Mannat’ demanding compensation from the rich and famous for eating into their business.

People in general, both old and young have now become more health conscious sweating it out while stalking the opposite sex in the gym or at jogger’s park, resulting in a decrease in the number of future potential ‘customers’ pointed out a cardiologist who did not wished to be named. “Earlier I used to admit panicky patients with gastritis in ICCU, starting them on placebo IV drips and discharging the next day after running them on all tests including all routine, Malaria, Dengue, Widal, Triple H ( Hepatitis B & C, HIV), Urine and Stool for culture and sensitivity making some good money but there has been a decrease in number of patients after movies like Dhoom 2, Om Shanti Om, Ghajini, etc and I sit idle most of the time now”, said famous cardiologist Dr.Hriday Rog with a sad face.

Some doctors agreed it was wrong to single out actors alone and over the years, high profile elite like politicians and cricketers too have added to the doctor’s woes. Congress President Sonia Gandhi went to the US for glycerin enema after suffering from constipation claiming she went for some ‘confidential’ surgery, Amar Singh flew off to Singapore to start his own Kidney racket, Virendra Sehwag went to Bangladesh for his alopecia (Baldness) and others too should be held responsible. Many claim it is nothing but a cheap publicity stunt on the part of the wannabes to grab the limelight.

When Faking News: Doctor’s Lounge news crew reached the spot, hardly could they make out what the fuss was all about (because of the secret handwriting on the placards) until they saw the doctors burning effigy of Hrithik Roshan and beating Ghajini with slippers. This angered Shah Rukh’s good friend Salman Khan who tried running over the protesting doctors, this time in his Caravan. No one was seriously injured.

Support poured in on online forums for the protesting doctors from Cardiologists and Pharmaceutical Companies manufacturing ‘Statins, Ecospirin and Clopidogrel’ and medicated stents from all over the country. They have warned that the day is not far when like the ink on Baba Ramdev’s face or the slap to Sharad Pawar, a frustrated doctor would throw a pint of blood on some actor/cricketer/politician's face during their press conference.

The ugly scenario turned into celebration as news came in that Cardiologist Dr.Hriday Rog and his Gynacologist wife Dr. Meenupauz had just become proud parents of twins Angina and Vagina. The protesting Doctors then dispersed and were seen sitting and drinking in a bar close by.

DARE TO DREAM BEYOND AIIMS, IIPM MEDICAL SCHOOL LAUNCHED.

2012-01-03T00:46:00.003+05:30

Mumbai : With the fall in revenue after the public notification by UGC (University Grants commission) that IIPM is not a University and has no right to issue degrees, India’s biggest fraudster and self proclaimed management guru Prof. Arindham Chaudhari announced the opening of IIPM Medical School today.

“We at IIPM Medical School offer M.M.B.B.S to medical students, a dual course called Masters in Bachelor of Medicine & Bachelor of Surgery. Our on panel professors team include eminent medicos like Dr.Amitabh Bacchan, Dr.Vijay Mallaya, Dr. Rahul Dravid, Munnabhai and others. In line with our tradition at IIPM to give free laptop and a foreign trip to students, we will gift a Doctor’s set comprising of 2 aprons, 1 hammer and 3 pens to every student along with a trip to a real hospital before the completion of the 3 year course”, said Chaudhari.

When asked about the career prospects and relevance of such Doctors in today’s fierce competition, our Faking News samwadata Arun Swaminathan was legally warned of asking defamatory and disturbing personal questions.

Inspired by the IIMs to grant extra marks to females and non engineers to maintain diversity in the batch, IIPM medical School has decided to give 33 % Quota for women candidates with 5 marks extra to good looking ones. Medical students will also be provided fake campus placements as consultants into 7 star corporate hospitals. With IITs similar plan to provide medical education whitewashed after no clearance by the HRD ministry, trade analysts claim IIPM Medical School might actually be the “Game Changer” for the deficit of doctors in the country.

IIPM spoke person Shah Rukh Khan added, “IIPM is a non profit organization and we believe in providing quality education at cheap prices. Our M.M.B.B.S course is likely to cost a paltry Rs.25 Lakhs which is peanuts compared to what other private institutions currently charge. We plan to tie up in future with Harward School of Medicine and other such non existing fake Universities too.”

Although Mr.Chaudhuri neither confirmed nor denied the possibilities, it is being rumored that he has already planned to buy out Hospitals like AIIMS, KEM, LTMGH, PGI and others in the near future.

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2011-12-18T00:51:00.003+05:30

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MBBS EXAMS MARRED BY RAMPANT CHEATING, MUHS APPROACHES ANNA.

2011-12-11T02:35:00.000+05:30

Mumbai: In a desperate move after the outrage by the citizen groups against the “Registered” local quacks, MUHS has approached the anti corruption crusader Anna Hazare for help.

With the death of 21 people in the past 1 month due to cough and cold, it is now clearly evident that the standard of medical education in the country is so poor and only MUHS is to be blamed. Following initial complaints, a secret pilot project was launched wherein it was found that MBBS students hardly study for exams and widespread copying practices by passing of supplements, E-books on mobiles, micro Xeroxes and open book exams are prevalent in most medical colleges. In some cases, it was found that the question papers are leaked by the Houseman or Registrars a day prior to the exam and students simply insert 'Answers Written Supplements' with other sheets before submitting their papers to the invigilator intern who himself stands guard to help students copy.

Some college managements taking stringent measures installed CCTV cameras in classrooms but often, the camera operators were caught red handed zooming on the female students. With the involvement of Anna Hazare, this copycat doctor issue has now become a political agenda. Baba Ramdev has decided to conduct Yoga classes in seminar halls of medical colleges across the country where students will be taught “Kapal Bhanti” and “Surya Namaskar” which increases concentration so that students start studying and stop copying. Even senior BJP leader Shree L.K. Advani has set out once again in his famous ‘Rath’- The Air conditioned Mercedez Benz bus on a rath yatra to spread awareness among the General practitioners. Congress leaders P. Chitambaram, Pranab Mukherjee, Kapil Sibbal and Dig Vijay Singh visited Ralegaon early this morning urging Anna Hazare to sit on an ‘Anshan’ for this cause pledging full support from the ruling party.

Even though Hazare has not publicly answered the shutterbugs, our inside sources say that he has cowardly refused the offer citing non compliance from medical undergraduates to stop copying. While news channels desperately wait for his official statement, protesting citizen group 'Me Anna' has labeled the copycat Doctors as ticking Time Bombs waiting to explode anytime and claim more lives if not defused immediately.

Many morally enlightened General Practitioners have come forward to return back their MBBS degrees to MUHS in exchange for other career options.

PLAYBOY GROUP OF HOSPITALS TO BE LAUNCHED SOON, ANNOUNCES HUGH HEFNER.

2011-12-10T01:03:00.000+05:30

Los Angeles, California: In a wise business decision taken after reading the news article, Playboy owner Hugh Hefner announced his plans to start a Playboy Chain of Hospitals across the globe.

"I owe my long life to all my girlfriends", said the 85 year old Casanova. "I want the world to know the real secret of staying healthy at my age. My Hospitals will have all females right from receptionists to nurses looking absolutely endowed and gorgeous. We plan to showcase our Playboy Hospital collection at the Parsi Fashion week early next year", he added.

HEAD HELD HIGH...

2011-12-03T01:43:00.000+05:30

When time tests you in its war,
People taunt you for who you are,
Things fall apart, you don't know why,
Never look down, keep your head held high.

When success evades you, failures you see,
Learn to move on, let it be,
Aim higher next time, for the limitless sky,
Never look down, keep your head held high.

Every strong man is tested, before his greatness,
Accept the truth, keep the heart hate less,
You too have it in you, it sure ain't a lie,
So never look down, and keep your head held high.

AISHWARYA NOT PREGNANT, FAKING NEWS GOES GAGA.

2011-11-20T18:26:00.001+05:30

Mumbai: In a shocking revelation reported exclusively by Faking News, Aishwarya Rai Bachpan is actually not pregnant anymore. She was brought to LTMGH for post natal USG (Sonography) where our ‘Gupt Sutr’ spotted her removing a soft pillow from under her top looking a perfect 36-24-36 and bribing the gynecologist.

When Faking News decided to investigate, it came to light that the shooting of Madhur Bhandarkar’s Heroine was in full swing and Aishwarya is still the lead actor. 7 Hills hospital which has been turned into a fortress as claimed by Mumbai Mirror dated 15/11/11 is the location where the last few scenes are being shot.

Faking News caught up with the director Bhandarkar who said, “After I enjoyed raping a small time model, I decided to include the casting couch angle in my movie. During the shooting of intimate scenes, Aishwarya actually got pregnant & we had to change the story line. She has already delivered twins Sallu and Vivek on 11/11/11 at 11:11 AM. We are now shooting the climax of the movie where she files a court case against her movie director and they live happily ever after.”

Both Big B & Small B refused to comment when Faking news tried contacting them in their ‘B-hive’. Whereas this revelation has shocked even the Faking News crew, many trade analysts say that the hype around Aishwarya’s baby is only to revive her husband’s sinking career and bring him back to limelight with something ‘productive’ at last although there are speculations that the 'do boond zindagi ke' are not his.

Reportedly, Big B had bet Rs.50 Crores and his ‘non-existent’ Rolls Royce Phantom (gifted by Vidhu Vinod Chopra for his spectacular performance in Eklavya) on whether Aishwarya would deliver Monozygotic or dizygotic twins.

WIGS & COSMETICS TO CREATE 1000s OF DOCTORS: MUHS

2011-11-15T00:54:00.000+05:30

Mumbai: With the sharp decline in the number of aspiring medical students seen recently, MUHS which was once famous for mentally torturing medical students has now gone into damage control mode coming up with new ways to woo science students to join medicine and repent for the rest of their lives.

It has been observed that most male doctors get partially bald and girls look ugly and old by the time they pass MBBS. This has led to a decrease in the charm and sex appeal of young doctors who no longer find medicine to be lucrative, after all ‘item patana’ and ‘patna’ is the new generation mantra. In a critical meeting of the illiterate babus, it was decided that MUHS will now give wigs for males and cosmetic hamper to females as souvenirs on convocation along with their medical degrees. It was further decided that the top 3 students from each college will be given hair replacement therapy and free nose job or breast augmentation for males and females respectively.

Aishwarya Rai, one of the brand ambassadors of the campains in her first public appearance post delivery of the twins Sallu & Vivek as reported by Faking news on 16th November said,“Even though the pervert male & ugly female doctors kept staring at me in the labor room, I think it is not their fault for being in such sorry state of affairs…with Lux & Loreal products in the hamper, they will have more sex appeal....Take care.”

Munnabhai who boasts of being MBBS too applauded the decision & said, “ Mamu, Circuit ki wife ki delivery karke maja ni life…Bole toh, apun bhi apun bachon ko doctor-ich banayenga..sabko woh jadu ki jhappi denge and patient chaka chak.”

Only time will tell whether wigs and cosmetics will coax students to take up medicine as a career or not, but medical pundits say it is a master stroke played by MUHS and positive results will soon be seen.

FAKING NEWS: Doctor's Lounge ALMOST LOSES ITS 'HEAD'

2011-11-14T22:53:00.000+05:30

WRITTEN BY ARUN SWAMINATHAN- "Check out my tribute to the founder of Faking News:Doctors' Lounge !! Good show Mohit!! "

(All Names, incidents and institutions are real. This is not a work of fiction and must not be treated as one. No names have been changed for reasons of privacy / safety. The writer is not responsible for any of his actions despite being fully aware of his senses. No legal responsibility will be accepted by the writer in the event of something untoward happening, which he sincerely hopes to see happen. )

Mumbai: In a highly dramatic event filled day, the likes of which have only been seen during final exam vivas, Faking News' head honcho and legendary newsman Dr.Mohit Garg agreed to stay on as CEO (Chief Entertainment Officer) after rejecting offers from some of the finest institutions in the world to work for them at a salary greater than what is being currently offered to him for his yeoman service at Faking News.

Reports suggest that various iconic institutions approached him and tempting offers were made to entice him away from his current position as CEO and MD (Madness Director).

Some of the approaches and negotiations that were made were as follows-

1) Apple - The company has been in turmoil since the death of its iconic and legendary founder Steve Jobs (who used to watch Bhojpuri movies with Mohit and was a 'close friend'). They reportedly approached Mohit with an offer that included his own office in California with 2 'actresses' as his secretaries for his...daily needs, his own dabbawala service for his minimal dietary needs titled as 'iDiet' and his own movie production studio titled 'iApples', an obvious reference to his legendary fondness of apples, of the eating variety, of course. Mohit turned down the offer as he had already been asked by Jobs about it. Jobs had told him that he could have large assets during tenure as Apple chairman to which Mohit replied by removing his shirt and showing his paunch to Jobs declaring it his largest asset. Jobs reportedly died of shock with his last words being, "Oh Wow!!Wow!"

2) Google - Sergei Brin and Larry Page realized that they were inviting the greatest marketing genius of all time when they came by to offer Mohit a position on the board of Google. They offered him half of the total shares of the company, his own McDonald's and daily sandwich jobs with his favourite employees among other benefits like a salary of 100 million $/week, a chauffeur driven truck and as many free beers as he could count daily. Mohit turned it down saying half was only 25% of shares, he preferred Jumbo King over McDonald's, sandwich jobs with Larry and Sergei were not possible because the bed would not hold their weight, it would take a week for him to count 100 million, he preferred a royal bullock-cart driven by a 100 donkeys and he could only have 10 beers since he could not count more than that using hisfingers.

3) Anna Hazare - One of his major local offers came from our very own crusader,Annaji,who wished to have Mohit on his team. The government of India protested saying that when Anna who fasted for a few days could change so much, what was the need to use Mohit who could safely fast for a year at least? They greatly feared the results of a year long fast from Mohit, which while highly anticipated, would be very lethal since national food reserves would double and cause a sharp drop in food prices. They claimed that this would cause financial instability and collapse of many institutions. Mohit declined Annaji's offer claiming that government stability was important for security and he could bring down the government or any other institution any time he wanted to by standing on top of their buildings.

4) WikiLeaks - Impressed by his insightful and fearless reporting, WikiLeaks leader Julian Assange offered Mohit the job he himself held via video chat from London where he is being held for 'rape'. He offered to teach Mohit the latest techniques for espionage and electronic surveillance and Yoga and diet techniques for personal use. Mohit declined because he thought Assange was trying to fool him by offering to teach a technique that is impossible to master like Kung-fu dragon fireballs or Nuclear Reactor technology. Mohit had tried every diet on Wikipedia and the internet and had come to the realization that weight loss diets were as effective as asking ortho professors to rate students on the basis of knowledge rather than looks.

5) Tata Group - The final offer for Mohit came from the famous Tata Group. Ratan Tata himself offered to guide Mohit in his first 2 years of employment before Mr.Tata retired to ensure a smooth transition. Mohit refused the job because Tata group served only 2 types of vada-pav in its canteens and not the 8-9 types that Mohit wanted .

Officials at LTMMC and LTMGH spoke off the record to this reporter and expressed regret that Dr.Garg had not taken up any of the offers made to him. They were worried that he would pursue news writing and eating with more enthusiasm, as if it were needed. Dr. Garg himself told us his reasons for staying on. As he very astutely put it, " It is my undying love for this campus, its people and all that it holds that keeps me here. The large beautiful clean buildings, spacious living quarters, healthy and friendly people, large salary of Rs.2000 and easily available high quality canteen food that will hold me here forever. But most importantly, it is the helpful and friendly librarian who keeps me from leaving. One smile from that face and it wipes away all your pain and fears."

This reporter wishes Dr.Garg many more happy, healthy and hungry years at LTMGH and shares Dr.Garg's large appetite...for life, of course. Thank you for your work and support, Dr.Garg. We all love you, Mohit. Keep up your inspiring work and continue to inspire your followers. May 'The Stomach that walks' continue to give us courage and fight for freedom for many more years to come.

FACE OFF MEDICINE AS A CAREER.

2011-11-13T10:06:00.000+05:30

The following is a ‘Personal’ expression of the truth about the medical profession in the current scenario…the reality of a Doctor’s life. [Hardcore medical enthusiasts before you start cursing me, stop right here]

Yes we are nerds…we are geeks…we are those hard working, selfless doctors who have sacrificed a lot and gone through hell to be one. For as long as I remember, we are those who have burnt the midnight oil all through childhood, teenage years and early adulthood…been hardworking toppers, disciplined, brilliant winners throughout.

Right from getting into medical college after cracking the entrance exams (in 1,2 or 3 attempts), we give our best so that we can live up to the dreams and hopes in our parents’ eyes. Slogging hard, going through innumerable exams, vivas and more exams, we have no social life at all except restaurants and theaters near the medical college. We miss out on our family lives, cousin’s marriages, family functions, new year celebrations, festivals like Diwali, Navratri because we are always busy studying for the mid term, ward exams, prelims or the university exams.

Unlike engineering and commerce courses requiring 2 months of studies just before half yearly and final exams, for us time literally comes to a standstill for approximately 6-7 years studying 365 days a year during M.B.B.S to become a doctor. The medical college becomes our home, our playground and fellow students our family. Even after completion of M.B.B.S, we stand no where in the current scenario. The days of a General Practitioner are over.. Then we start preparing for a second rat race and we go back to what we are best at…Sitting and studying for post graduation....having the most boring, frustrating, sedentary life one can imagine. By the time we get our graduation degrees, most of our contemporary friends are already done with their Masters. And then there is the 'Rural Moship' where you are supposed to waste 1 more year in some village or tribal area just because we chose to be a ' Life saving Doctor' or pay an impossible amount of money to the Government.

Sitting and studying for 1-2 years preparing for post graduation, not necessarily getting into the branch of your choice and compromising in life, and then living life like a dog for 3 years during post graduation is so saddening. And then we start our lives when our school and college friends are well settled living their lives happily after marriage with their children. And when we do come out of the long dormant period, all we realize is the true meaning of life…it is not in money, fame…but in small little things of everyday life, being with family…. Yes, we doctors do get very rich eventually but at the age when we cannot enjoy their own money, because the time we should have been 'alive', we were stuck in our books.

Today I feel, medicine is only for people who are rich, whose parents/grand parents are established doctors and who have to live on the family lineage…for people who think being a doctor is cool, noble, respectable and would want to be one…. think again, it all looks hollow later on. It is not worth spending your life, paying so much to be one, Even if you want to be, please go abroad for a better life.....otherwise you will too become the money sucking loser dying for the doctor's 30 % cuts one day.

LTMMC FASHION SHOW FIXED, CLAIMS RAGESHWARI.

2011-11-13T01:56:00.000+05:30

Mumbai: After a sensational claim by Vinod Kambli yesterday that 'there was something fishy about 1996 Word Cup Semi Final', Rageshwari Sachdev, a small time TV soap actress & a permanent judge of the Ashwamedh Fashion show has made similar claims about the LTMMC extravaganza.

When Faking News caught up with her, she explained. " Usually only 2 teams participate each year. One of the home college and the other whom the student council pays to walk the ramp. LTMMC 'models' are so pathetic that if the girls tie their hair and wear their specks, they will look like medical students...Boys too are completely expressionless. Still in a trance like state, I always declare LTMMC the winner. I think the smart doctors mix something in the Mazaa cold drink they give me."

The 2009 Fashion Show too was surrounded in controversy when the then Dean Dr. Moneykha Matkar angrily handed over the mic back to the anchor to 1st announce, " Now our respected Dean will say a few words". The same year, an ugly LTMMC female model shook her ass Shakira style and the excited Dr.Matkar awarded her the best female model award.

Though an official report is now awaited after Jodha & Akbar filed an RTI, the current student council has now been rusticated and barred from giving the upcoming University Exams. The erstwhile student council has too been charged and ordered to pay not 5 but 10 lakhs or face 2 yeas of MOship.

The current Dean Sangam refused to comment on the issue.

H.O.D. TURNS 'NAYAK', LTMGH COMES TO A STANDSTILL.

2011-11-11T01:44:00.004+05:30

Mumbai: In an unusual incident yesterday which seems straight out of a bollywood flick, the PSM Department HOD (A self proclaimed Die Hard fan of Anil Kapoor) inspired by the movie 'Nayak' angrily asked an Intern to be 1 day's HOD. The innocent intern Dr. Pranshul Kamdar, known for intelligently forging completion signatures had waited for '15' long minutes outside the HOD's room in the wee working office hours.

"When I peeped inside, the HOD was combing his bald head in front of the mirror, singing and dancing to the song 'My name is Lakhan' which suddenly changed to 'Munni Badnam Hui' and he started shaking his booty. I thought he was in his jolly mood and finally after months of stealing the roster, forging signatures, I will get my signatures. Then he called me in", said the Baby face intern Dr.Kamdar. Little did he know that the HOD was a cunning pig who blasted him for catching him unawares and asked to become 1 day's HOD to see for himself how difficult the job was. Surprisingly, Kamdar, an old time hostel secretary and the Accounts secretary who had learned to play it dirty, gladly accepted the offer.

This news spread like wild fire and all interns were seen bursting fire crackers at LTMGH and raising Aprons on IV stands to show their solidarity. The day was declared as a holiday for the interns as Kamdar announced a stat CME on 'PSM: Recent Advances in commode sizes'. A Lavish lunch, flowing alcohol and sexy pole dancers were called for after the CME. Some interns got their internship certificate signed for as low as Rs.500. PSM registrars and Houseman were too seen having a Kitty party at Shabri and playing bridge. Few were seen playing FIFA on the 3 computers in the satellite room while some rushed to the hostel with their girlfriends. Our 'Gupt' Samwadata report that the sale of condoms from the near by medical store apparently skyrocketed yesterday. PSM mamas too were seen drinking and dancing in the PSM museum. Registrars from many departments were seen sweating in the sun carrying dabbas and xeroxes for Associate Professors. Shockingly, patients in the casualty were seen putting IV lines, Ryle's tube and Foley's catheter on their own. Trauma patients were piled up in the store room and kept for CT scan for next day. Everyday pathetic life at LTMGH nearly came to a standstill.

While HOD's from other Departments who joined the interns in the celebration too promised to make an intern 1 day's HOD in future, the MUHS Director (Municipal Union of Hospital Services) ordered to set an investigating committee on the issue. PSM HOD now faces up to 100 days of internship to compensate for the loss of '90 Intern Days' [ 90 interns x 1day = 90 Intern days, Read Time & Work from School Text books to know more].

In an exclusive interview with Faking News, the Dean of LTMMC & LTMGH Sangam commented and I quote, "Democracy has finally prevailed, Medical Colleges are of the Interns, by the Interns and for the interns." Till the committee submits its report, Dr.Pranshul Kamdar has been requested to continue as the acting PSM HOD for now. "My next step is to get the internship stipend increased to Rs. 25000 per month", he said.

FIFA POWER, GO GET IT.

2011-11-07T02:13:00.002+05:30

Mumbai: In a study conducted by a Psychiatry resident in LTMMC and published in the British Medical Journal, it was found that medical students who play FIFA in their undergraduate days are smarter than those who don't. When the brains of the students under study were removed and weighed post MBBS, it was found that they were 20% heavier with increased content of grey matter seen on histology slide.

Faking news caught up with Dr.Psyco The'rapist how FIFA playing MBBS students pass without studying much." Scoring a goal in a match lights up the orgasm center in the brain, as a result most FIFA players don't feel the need of a boyfriend/ Girlfriend (Yes girls are now addicted too) and with time, learn to concentrate in the game and in the few hours of study they do.", said Dr.The'rapist.

Today, on a normal day in the hostel, most undergraduates are found playing FIFA during the preparatory leave given before the upcoming university exams. With LAN and online hubs providing more fierce non medico opponents, FIFA players are at their competitive best. "FIFA teaches us teamwork, keep our cool, it increases our confidence to go for the exam without any worry," said Master Mickey, well known non certified Computer Hacker who would solve people's computer woes even on the phone for as low as Rs.10. "FIFA should be made a part of the 3rd year curriculum," added Master's arch rival Abhishek.

This study which has been critically acclaimed by the scientists and doctors in the west did not go too well with the Hostel warden who has been pulled up for the hostel's high electricity bill. Most FIFA addicts play for 10-12 hours a day, never switching off the PC all day and taking undue advantage of the free electricity. The angry Dean has requested students of the opposite sex ( Batch mates/Seniors,Juniors) to woo FIFA addicts so that the college result and reputation is not hampered.

Scientists around the world are now urging patients of Alzheimer's Disease and attention deficit to start playing FIFA immediately. In a news that has put LTMGH on the world map, Dr.Psycho The'rapist has been nominated for next years Nobel prize in the field of Medicine.

100s WASHED AWAY AS AMNIOTIC SAC BURTS.

2011-11-03T02:17:00.001+05:30

Mumbai: In a rare incident which exposed the incompetence of the maintenance department of LTMGH, 100s were washed away when an amniotic sac in labor burst causing flash floods in Ward 12. The sac was reportedly 9 months old and the twin residents were warned by MUHS (Municipal Union for Hospitality Services) in the past.

Faking news caught up with Ganpat, a ward Mama who had a miraculous escape. "We were all sleeping like always when suddenly we heard a blast. Initially we thought it was the Registrar scolding the Houseman but when we saw newborns running out of the labor room,we knew something was wrong. Next moment the lights went out and I found myself riding a 1 foot tall wave. Luckily, I climbed onto the USG machine floating close to me.

In the wake of the aftermath, nurses were seen carrying the placenta stealing ward cats on their shoulders and walking through the slimy fluid....Many cribs were destroyed, ward incubators also flooded. As the fear of the Tsunami looms over, many patients from the 'non existent' Ward 13 were shifted to the college hostel across the road.The disaster management team from PSM department which saw the event live from the satellite room swung into action and now claims to get things back to normal in 3-4 days.

Among the most hard hit were the houseman from all units who were rendered homeless. "We spent out entire 1st year in the ward side room. Even daily chores like drinking and dancing were done there", recollected Anand Nanawati, a famous Mumbai based gynecologist and an alumni of LTMMC. The Dean of LTMMC Sangam has labelled it as a very unfortunate natural calamity. "We have forwarded our request to MUHS for a new drainage system in LTMGH, it is likely to cost around 3 Crores", he added with a wicked smile.

If you wish to bring back the smile, finance the expensive education or adopt the writer, send your generous donations in form of 'Comments/Likes' to Faking news, C/O Dr.Free Spirit, Locker No.5, Boys Common Room, LTMMC. Last date of accepting donations - The day India becomes corruption free.

FACEBOOK ADDICTION HITS STUDENT SECTION.

2011-11-01T18:12:00.000+05:30

MUMBAI : Facebook after spoiling the lives of Teenagers and the youngsters, has now caught up with clerks in student section. Student section clerks aged 40 yrs of age or 45+ are usually found playing Farmville, Mafia Wars, looking for their Lost Love or reading Faking News: LTMMC & LTMGH on the computer with free unlimited internet access provided by the college

Lately MUHS (Municipal Union of Hospital Services) has observed that all the students belonging to LTMMC always submit their forms or fees or any other required Document one day prior or on the last date of submission. Accompanied by Faking News, MUHS decided to investigate.

" I went there being as casual as possible to look like a LTMMC student. I walked into the Students Section and went to ask for the details of a scholarship form. The person in charge who was busy poking his wife and children on Facebook, turned and said "Abhi tak aaya nahi hai, next week pucho" and returned to the screen, reports our Samwadata Hiranmayee. To this information MUHS claimed that the forms were sent two weeks ago. She also found that turn by turn, the female clerks have video chats with their husbands and the males with their girlfriends on the computer provided.

MUHS officials who paid a surprise visit to the student section found the office closed at 12:30 pm and was to open only at 2:30pm due to reasons of Lunch break. On peeping inside, the clerks were found sitting on the tables and watching Youtube links on Facebook. Angry MUHS officials have now asked the Dean to submit a report within 7 days failing which the college will be derecognized.

DOCTOR CAUGHT ACCEPTING PEN AS BRIBE, ARRESTED

2011-10-31T11:11:00.007+05:30

Mumbai: A doctor (name withheld) from a leading 7 star hospital LTMGH was caught red handed by IT officials while accepting a pen as bribe from a Medical Representative (MR). Many MRs had made repeated complaints how many doctor from this hospital begged for gifts during Diwali week.With no evidence to support their claim, IT officials decided to visit OPD disguised as Mamas and see for themselves.

"Although doctors are allowed to accept gifts costing up to Rs.999, this particular pen was packed in a cardboad box with 'Made in Dharavi' written over it, we are trying to ascertain its cost", said IT official Isrutnissa. Smoke billowed from the ears of the doctor while he as being taken away."I am innocent, even the HOD ( Head of the department) was given this pen", he shouted across the OPD. The Dean of LTMMC & LTMGH Sangam refused to comment on this issue.

"We suspect the doctor had links to Pappu Injection", said another IT official. It is now very clear that the gift giving racket runs into Crores as Faking news has claimed for years. Whether or not the doctor will come out clean remains to be seen but the hospital authorities and other doctors beng tight lipped about the issue points in a different direction altogether.

The many CCTV cameras which were put for decoration in LTMGH have now been repaired and switched on (Another issue going on as to who will bear the cost of the electricity bill, the patients or BMC). Medical Representativs have now been banned from the hospital premises and a board has been put up for at the entrance which reads, " Patients and MRs not allowed, trespassers will be prosecuted".

GIRLS TO WEAR CAP & MASK DURING VIVA EXAMS

2011-10-30T12:19:00.005+05:30

Mumbai : In a historic judgement hailed as the victory of justice by the male medical students, the Lokmanya Tilak Municipal Medical College Management has made it mandatory for all females to appear for viva exams wearing the hospital cap & mask. The domination of female toppers in exams had drawn huge cry against the marking system in the past. Male students often complained that their female counterparts hardly prepared for the exams, were always found discussing clothes and jewellery in the female common room and were not asked many questions in vivas by the pervert male examiners. Often the girls with a beautiful smile, pretty eyes or a sexy figure would end up getting higher scores than the hard working boys who slog for hours in the college library.

"Just because God was unfair in giving us the curves does not mean we study less", complained Yashant supported by nodding from hundred other boys. Their voices were unheard for few days until they threatened to boycott the 47 condom machines installed in the hospital campus. The college management citing financial losses quickly called for a crisis meeting where it was decided to bow down to the unrealistic demands. The news was welcomed by the local tailor Baburao who expects his business to peak due to the foreseen demand of stitched caps and masks.

This judgement which has brought a grin to many pretty faces was cheered by a section of ugly girls too.

STRAY DOG TAKES POLE POSITION AT THE F1 INDIAN GP

2011-10-28T21:49:00.015+05:30

Noida (U.P)- In a shocking incident to highlight the plight of the stray dogs, a local bitch Chammak Chaloo jumped the security barricades during practice run at the newly built Budh International Circuit. While running on the track at 350 km/hr, she barked in protest accusing the Mayawati Government of wrongfully encroaching their land. No sooner did the organizers realize the intrusion, they asked the safely car to be deployed with Micheal Schumacher at the drivers seat to try and persuade the bitch for an under the table settlement which he refused to oblige saying,"I will never be able to overtake the bitch on her home circuit". The organizers then announced through the camera crew helicopter that the bitch will be given a bone signed by all drivers but she did not stop running saying she wanted to first set the lap record. She barked that no one should try to stop her otherwise she will sit on a hunger strike in the Pit Lane.

With no option left, Ra-One and G-one were called from a nearby theater with a lot of persuasion to team up and stop the bitch from running amok. She could only be caught when she stopped to pee in the typical 'raising the 1 leg doggie position' at a pole near the finish line. Shah Rukh Khan reportedly pocketed a cool 5 crores for it and a chance to climb on stage with Lady Gaga to persuade that bitch to be his Chammak Challo.When Mayawati was asked why such a shameful incident had happened, she said "It is a conspiracy of Rahul Gandhi's puppy to malign the peace in the state. I request the center to order a CBI probe" Her comments have raised eyebrows in the stray dog community and who came out in large numbers demanding the immediate release of Chammak Challo.

Hearing the reports of such security breach, Metallica, the world famous rock band decided to postpone their concert which was to be held at Gurgaon till the matter is not resolved. This had the fans fuming who set fire to any stray dog and bitch they could get hold of and the army had to be called in to stop them. PETA has strongly criticized this heinous act and asked the Prime Minister to intervene in the matter.

The incident today has already raised the entertainment bar of F1 as a sport and fans around the world are excited to see more unexpected entertainment. The circuit gets applause or not remains to be seen but Chammak Chalo has definately become an overnight sensation with almost 2 million hits on her official You tube channel already. Before printing,there were unconfirmed reports that the organizers have decided that the winner's trophy will be handed over by Chammak Challo herself.

IN OTHER NEWS :
Metallica Concert cancelled – SRK celebrates Diwali -
Gurgaon (U.P) Bollywood Superstar Shah Rukh Khan is ecstatic with the cancellation of the Metallica concert in Gurgaon. He has successfully tied up with the organizers to give free Ra-One tickets to all fans as refund instead of the money. Ra-One was later seen bursting firecrackers with G-one.

NIRVANA...

2011-10-17T01:14:00.000+05:30

This is not a article or a post…it is a long due spontaneous flow of thoughts which I wanted to be frozen in time on my blog…At 24 years of age, I feel as though I have achieved enlightenment…Moksha…I now know the key happiness…be positive no matter what…I feel I have understood the philosophy of life…I feel closer to God each day…so much mature.

Until few months from now, it was money which drove me…materialistic love…cars, bikes, gadgets…I was always unhappy about the sacrifices on the road to becoming a doctor…I always took life too seriously..working hard..missing out on things..but off lately,I have been living a dream balanced life..studies..work..health..meditation..recreation..guitar..music..
writing..friends.. social work..everything has been maintained well..

There was a time during medical years that I had hit rock bottom…There was no ambition…I did think about leaving everything to become a sage…But the fire burning in my belly to make it big never let my spirit to bow down…Today, I’m filled with immense energy to make everything perfect around me…influence lives…I ‘m proud to be a doctor, to help people…Thankful to my parents, teachers.

Looking back in life, I have lived a dream 24 years…There is nothing more a person could achieve balancing everything…studies, sports, society, extra curricular participation, family, social work, etc…I love to be loved, respected, appreciated but with time I have learned to keep my feet on the ground…My friends used to tell me often, “ bahut udta hai”…I don’t deny it either, I had attitude, was childish at times, made mistakes…but who does not ? Time teaches you a lot..and I have grown with it..met some wonderful people, read some exceptional books, traveled…I’m happy to be who I am…There is not a thing I would want to change about me now.

Just cannot wait to fast forward into the future…but it sure doesn’t matter to me anymore…Life is not about having a fat bank balance...adding degrees to your visiting card…luxury homes and cars…But life is about living every moment of this awesome journey…experiences…meeting people…loving your family…doing what you love and loving what you do…always keeping the smile..finding time for yourself... forgiving people…not looking back too much into sad memories of past..pursuing hobbies…social involvement…always having something to look up to…something to die for…to achieve…Surprisingly, I have my life’s every fortnights planner scheduled till next July, committed to my dates…Lets see where life takes…whats in store for me…But I truly feel blessed for being who I am..Thank you God, I know you have sent me here for a purpose and I won’t disappoint you…You will pat my shoulder when I get back…I will have tales to tell you about this beautiful life as we raise a toast to “A Mission Accomplished” !!

KEETABI KEEDE BEHIND THE BOOKS

2011-10-16T01:15:00.000+05:30

The life cycle of doctors before we are ready to fly to the outer world from our cocoon of struggle , frustration and boredom comprises of the following 5 stages :-

1) Slogging at the hospital

2) Studying in the lecture hall or clinic room

3) Eating anywhere from canteen to roadside food or bananas in ward

4) Sitting and wasting time in the Library

5) Sleeping (we are a veteran at those)

Even if we wish to customize our qualifications to post graduation or super specialization, the 5 stages remain the same year after year for all medicos. Apart from the medical knowledge, a skill we all develop over the sleep deprived years is the tendency to sleep anywhere, and in any position…in lectures, practicals, dissection room, Operation theaters, casualty, the air conditioned library...you name it and there would be someone to set an example…. from the ability to sleep while standing holding the handle in a jam packed local train, to sleeping on a series of benches put together in the clinic room…. from sleeping on card boards of cartons brought by mamas in casualty to the comfortable infected beds in the Emergency medical services…. we have done it all…. but nothing comes close to sleeping in the air conditioned library next to friends/ girlfriends asking the unknown junior sitting in front to wake you up after 15-30 minutes…the heaven for most hostelites where they complete most part of their sleep due to the lack of sleep in the sweaty mosquito infested hostels. The library also serves as the favorite tourist destination for most college couples who pretend to be sitting and studying for hours giving a false impression to parents about how hardworking their child is. The following is a description of just another routine day in the college library and I have tried my best to bring out humor in it too.

Librabry ke kone mein, (Khopcha in mumbaiya language)

Chipa baitha tha Ek couple,

Fuut rahe the mann mein unke,

Pyar ki ummedon ke bubble.

Kitabon ke piche done ke beech,

Jab chal raha tha Nain Matakka,

Tabhi wahan boyfriend ka achanak,

Ek boring dost aa tapka.

Bola, “Meri Phatti padi hai,

Tera kitna hua, main raat bhar padha”,

Boyfriend bola, “Saale, bass hone hee wala tha, (pun intended)

Tu kyun sir par ho gaya khada ?

Lecture bunk karke toh ,

Ab hai time humein mila,

Romance yahan ho raha tha,

Pakane ko main hi tujhe mila ? “

Idhar dost ka muh latka,

Udhar pyar ke mood ki bali hui,

Aur phir ‘nakchadi’ girlfriend bhi,

Gusse mein jane ko khadi hui.

“Bhad mein jao dono”, bola boyfriend,
Romance ka mood hi khatam ho gaya,
Phir sir apna rakhke ussi table par,
Gehri chain ki neend woh so gaya…

EDUCATION FOR SALE...

2011-10-05T01:30:00.000+05:30

“Education is not the filling of a pail, but the Lighting of a Fire” ….. a thought no one can deny. From the age of the sacred schools called ‘Gurukul’ to world famous old centers like Nalanda and Takshila Universities, from IIMs and IITs to institute like PGI and AIIMS, we Indians have plenty to boast with regard to our education heritage. But today, we have reached an era where the entire education system is corrupted and commercialized.

Students in villages to small towns to cities have understood that it is education alone that will help them live with dignity and a head held high. This has led to a massive migration of students towards cities where there are plenty of colleges and better job opportunities. Over the last few years, the cost of education right from play schools to post graduation institutes has risen exponentially and its quality has ‘faithfully’ been inversely proportional. The temples of education have now become money making hubs. People are now willing to pay unimaginable amount of money, earned by fair or unfair means, wanting their child to be privileged to the best of education. As a result, hundreds of private colleges have sprung up across the country providing every course possible under one roof but with no proper infrastructure or the faculty to teach. Politicians having thousands of Crores stashed in bank accounts abroad find a good money making investment in building an educational institute…after all its easy to usurp the public land and construct the building…provide centralized air conditioned class rooms, free laptops and foreign trips to affiliated universities with similar interests…..but no real education !

All private colleges/Universities now want an autonomous status…..become deemed…not because they want make their own customized curriculum to improve the standard of education but because the chances to ‘sell’ seats is higher..The inflow of cash under the table would be easier…the percentage of management and NRI seats can be raised as per their fancy…Exams can be conducted in ‘Pencil Paper’ format and so that results can be erased and altered later. The placements offered from such colleges are even more disappointing. And the cost of the course itself takes years to recover with the packages offered to the students.

Coaching classes are another partner in crime who is hand in glove in this money minting racket, tying up with schools and colleges for sending students to their classes and in return paying royalty on annual basis per student. My fee for the 10^th, 12^th and medical entrance coaching itself was greater than the cost of 4.5 years in MBBS ! ….and that was 7 years back, I’m sure it would have skyrocketed now.

With my MBA exams coming close, I feel frustrated at times to be applying to different B-schools and paying them between Rs.1500 – 2000 in the name of registration alone. Lakhs of aspiring students like me register for the 60-100 available seats and the college trustees are laughing all the way to the bank for making Crores without any pains.

I’m writing this since I’m angry and frustrated at the way things are going on…According to a recent report in the Times of India newspaper, people have forgotten to live happily, enjoying life…I really don’t understand what is all the rat race for ? This post will hardly make any difference since people will continue to pay Lakhs and Crores for Medical, Engineering , MBA and other courses….after all everyone is now searching for the sign board which reads “ Education for sale…hurry…offers valid till seats last.”

WISH YOU WERE HERE...

2011-09-29T01:27:00.000+05:30

"It is only in their absence do we realize what some people meant to us"...

Apart from the day to day happenings in life, an important aspect of life to which we do not give due importance to is meeting new people…making ‘Friends’…knowing them…sharing lives.. With each passing day, we hardy realize how close we get to them and life looks incomplete in their absence. It feels really great when no matter how old you get and your same friend always greets you with, “ Kaise hai kamine, saale bhul gaya dost ko ? ”

My family often complains that I’m more partial towards my friends often but somehow I don’t deny it either…I’m a true Aquarius… friendship…promises…commitments mean the world to me. I have always had long lasting friendships with people.What makes me write this is that apart from all the positivity and happiness around me, there are a few people I miss a lot in life…people whom I shared my life with…my dreams…aspirations…happiness, sorrows…tears, laughter…friendship, love…they shared theirs equally…But for some reason, the smallest of misunderstandings, saying or doing something in the heat of the moment, expressing the feeling of love, family opposing the bonding and others, I have lost a few wonderful friends…Their absence really hurts a lot…Though I have a habit of always apologizing when I know I’m wrong, my efforts are not always rewarding…Soon people move on…they meet new people, make new friends…find love..but the loss is always mutual and they eventually feel the pinch too…

And after a few years when they meet again, its just a matter of time for someone to break the ice that all the time comes back again…and both regret to have not made the effort to have reconciled before. This post is a dedication to those few whom I miss…I love…I wish they were here…to take me back into those memories worth living all over again…Not a day goes by that I don’t regret that it had never happened and I could take back the reason of the distance between us.

I miss you, I crave for you,

I will surely come looking for you,

& if the feelings we shared were true,

Then one day, I will find you.

No matter how long it takes, I do believe that one day it will happen…Time is undoubtedly the greatest healer.

DREAMGIRL

2011-09-13T02:26:00.000+05:30

IT IS EASY TO FALL IN LOVE, THE HARD PART IS TO FIND SOMEONE TO CATCH YOU...

With the release of the movie ‘Mere Brother Ki Dulhan’ this week and me doing exactly the same job over the last 3-4 months, to look for a bride for my elder brother… going through girl’s profiles, photographs, talking to parents, I realize that it has become so difficult to find that one ‘Tailor made life partner’ we all look for. Getting the horoscope matching done is another tedious work with some 36 ‘Gun’ (qualities) according to Hindu tradition deciding the degree of compatibility between the two would be partners.

Due to lack of interest in committing to anybody before I feel settled career wise (actually I’m really shit scared to go through a heart break), I willfully didn’t be in any relationships till now. Well, I am 24 now, a Doctor, somewhat financially secure for the future (eventually all Doctors make money) and so I decided to flaunt my singlehood status now which reads “Single & Ready to Mingle”. I really want to meet someone unexpectedly and fall in love rather than have a boring arranged marriage (My parents are mentally prepared now for a shocker sometime in future from me). According to all parents, the 'Tag' of caring, loving, understanding, trusting, loyal and a good cook comes free with every girl but I'm looking for a more customized Dream girl that I have waited for 24 long years.

The following are not in the order of priority but spontaneous as they pop up in my head while writing this. My list is negotiable though...

1) Educated - Medico / Non medico but should be a bright girl throughout.

2) Creative - Should be a very creative person. Painter/artists/singer/dancer preferred.

3) Beautiful, Fair, Pretty - To me, real beauty is in being simple rather than looking sexy and hot. Women look awesomely prettier in a saree and open hair.

4) Adventure freak - Considering my craziness for all sorts of adventure sports and outdoor activities, would prefer someone who shares a common passion.

5) Prankster - To spic en up the day to day life.

6) Good dressing sense and have a fancy for shopping - I'm equally good in them.

7) Willing to play cards and board games and fight - I'm a veteran cheater at those.

8) Sensibly talkative.

9) Non smoker - Non drinker (socially acceptable) - Used to be applicable for guys before but the changing lifestyle of girls now perplexes me often.

10) Should Love children and not think they are a pain in the ass.

11) Respect elders in the family - Even today, a Namaste and touching the feet mean more to me than a Hello or a hug.

12) Religious - I believe in Humanity alone.

13) Writer - Being expressive of day to day thoughts, not keeping any feeling hidden in the heart, sharing happiness and sorrow equally.

14) Love pets and natural beauty. I plan to have dogs, fishes, birds and a pair of turtles as pets later.

15) Believe in a healthy lifestyle and staying fit.

16) Down to Earth having no attitude what-so ever about anything.

17) Keep home clean - I'm obsessed about it. (My wardrobe and study shelf stay perfectly arranged perennially)

18) Always stay smiling, cheerful, chirpy and have a positive attitude towards life.

19) Lover of Music and dance - Musical instruments and classical dancing appeal to me.

20) Good family background - Children from broken homes and a hard childhood have some psychological residual effects.

21) Enjoys watching movies and sports.

22) A good cook because a way to a man's heart is through the stomach.

23) An overall interest in extracurricular activities / An all rounder - Interest in public speaking, quizzes, debates and other activities.

24) Clean 'Past History' - Some might think its narrow mindedness, but it is important for me. I'm sure, plenty others like me waiting for just that 1 special person.

25) Most important of them all - Loving, supportive and adjusting in nature.

Well, its a long list and seems quite impossible to find someone so perfect...but I believe that someone somewhere out there is waiting for you.

A small poem to conclude these thoughts :-

Nanhi komal yeh palken,

Na jane kiski aas lagaye baithi hain,

Ek aahat ka hai inhe intezar,

Yeh sochta hun main kai baar...

Bandhe hain maine bhi ummedon ke taar,

Na chodi hai aasha, na manta hun haar,

Ki swarg ke dwar khol koi pari aayegi,

Meri bhi zindagi mein char chand lagayegi...

Kaash mera yeh paigam,

Kisi tarah uss tak pahuch jaye,

Sunte hee yeh pukar woh meri,

Baahon mein daudi chali aa jaye...

THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE.

2011-08-21T02:35:00.000+05:30

Inspired by the “Things to do before you die” on Travel and Living and "The Buried Life" on VH1, I often wondered what my list would look like. So at 24 years of age, the following is what I would want to do before my life’s clock stops ticking someday.

1) Drive a Supercar at more than 250 Km/ Hr preferably on Autobahn.

2) Go for a long bike road trip with friends across mountains and rivers.

3) Go skydiving and bungee jumping.

4) Open a charitable hospital in the name of my late grandfather.

5) Be a part of a rock band as lyricist, singer and guitarist.

6) Do theater.

7) Make a short movie.

8) Write a novel, and at least get my blog published as a book for me to read.

9) Spot a UFO and catch it on film.

10) A ride in a fighter jet.

11) Go camping on the banks of the Ganga.

12) Six pack abs.

13) Have a cabinet full of trophies and certificates.

14) Go for a past life regression therapy session and know who I really was before.

15) Make a retirement home in the garb of nature.

16) Become a public figure.

17) Buy a 2-seater convertible, a 4x4 SUV and a cruiser superbike.

18) Start an NGO for education of under privileged kids.

19) Feel the thrill of a standing ovation for me from hundreds together.

20) Feel the exhilaration on accomplishing something impossible and punching the air.

21) Test fire a machine gun and all the different arms and ammunition I can.

22) Learn as many musical instruments as possible.

23) Visit Egypt and go gambling in Vegas.

24) Do an “Into the wild” or “Motorcycle Diaries” – Set out on an adventure not knowing what to expect.

25) Fulfill every dream of my parents and be the most ideal son, brother, husband and father.

THE UPRISING

2011-08-17T00:15:00.001+05:30

A Revolution awaits India as lakhs and crores of Indians now stand united hand in hand against one common enemy – Corruption and its allies “The Politicians”. A simple middle class true Indian hero wearing a Gandhi topi has emerged as the revolutionary leading India to its second struggle for freedom…against corruption this time... against the arrogance of the ruling party… against their wrongful belief that the people of India will silently bear the brunt and do nothing.

The movement that has swept the nation is not about the Lokpal Bill alone…It’s about the people who feel unrepresented by the goons who pay money to buy a seat in the parliament and rule us for the next 5 years. It’s for the ‘aam aadmi’ who sweats day and night going through hell to run a household, pay taxes and see it being pocketed by the corrupt uneducated thieves a.k.a politicians and government officials…The common man is sick of being smothered by the rising inflation, the food prices, the sky rocketing cost of living all gifted under the leadership of our weak puppet “educated economist Prime Minister”. The Government underestimated the spark which has now erupted into a ball of fire which will soon engulf them and choke it in no time if it does not stand up to what is right and acts fast.

Under the guidance of Team Anna, India stands United today…..students, housewives, farmers, lawyers, engineers, doctors, everyone has strongly sent a message to the Governemnt to not test their patience anymore…This anger in the minds of people has not come overnight but after days and months of watching the Government do nothing to act against those found guilty in various scams running into thousands of crores of rupees.

What happens in days to come will be seen as time unfolds but the current state of affairs has surely put the Government to shame who now finds it at the receiving end with no choice but to bow down…It surely seems that India is marching towards a change soon…lend all your support in every little way possible and hope for a corruption free era in the history of this great nation...Jai Hind.

BOLLYWOOD SALAD

2011-08-14T01:22:00.000+05:30

Dil Chahta Hai Rock On karna, kyunki Zindagi Na Mile Dobara,
Isliye Mein Hoon Na Deewana Mastana, Awara,
Chameli se Jab We Met, Dil Toh Pagal Hai,
After An Evening In Paris with Julie, Hum toh Ghayal hain.

Mera Pehla Pehla Pyar dilade Jai Shree Ram,
Anand se kardunga Yeh Saali Zindagi, Tere Naam,
I know, Mohabbatein deti hain Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham,
Pyar Kiya Toh Darna Kya, Hum Tumhare sanam.

Phir Rab Ne Banadi Jodi kahega yeh Mann,
Hogi hamari Banty Aur Babli jaisi Shaadi Number 1,
Sirf Tum Kaho Na Pyar Hai, phir Band Baaja Baarat Leaayenge,
Finally, Pyar Ka Panchnama karke Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge.

I NEED YOU...

2011-07-20T02:20:00.000+05:30

When sorrow lies within,
Lights chosen to be kept dim,
In one corner of your home,
You want to be left alone...

When the heart simply cries,
The smile and cheerfulness dies,
With emotions running high,
You just what to know why ? ...

Do let those tears unite,
And fall down the height,
As self belief you gain,
They will take away the pain...

Their strength will never go in vain,
If ashamed, try crying in the rain,
Then no one my friend, would know,
The pain.... that you never show.

In life, at work....I experienced it all the time...myself in life, of friends, the patients and the relatives....but there is one thing I realized....
Tears are the safety valves of the Heart when too much pressure is laid on it....

THE FAREWELL SPEECH

2011-07-16T07:31:00.000+05:30

To Everyone in AHIRC family,

We, Dr. Mohit Garg and Dr. Bharkha Manwani, Casualty / Daycare RMOs are having our last day at AHIRC and so would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone for your love, support and warmth that we received over the last few months. It was an honor to be a part of this hospital and we sincerely express our gratitude from the bottom of our hearts.

We surely are not going alone because we are taking with us plenty of memories worth cherishing all our lives.

Special heart felt thank you to the daycare team for everything that we went through over the past months….the emergency patients, the ICU shifts, the ambulance calls, the nights, the Code Blues, it is all worth living all over again…..We really could not have asked for a better team to work with. We love you all a lot and we are going to miss everyone. If we ever made any mistakes or were rude to anyone, we apologize for them all…Hope you can forgive us.

The world is a small place and we will meet on some crossroads sometime soon.

Regards and Lots of love,

Dr.Mohit Garg

Dr.Bharkha Manwani

THE DREAMCATCHER

2011-07-11T03:09:00.003+05:30

I am a dreamer...a man on a mission…living for just 1 ultimate dream…to achieve greatness…to be remembered for who I am…to be a source of inspiration for many others and to make a difference in many lives. All my life, I have believed in challenging myself to do the impossible…set goals, work hard…at times, fail…never losing hope…starting again to finally achieve what I set out to…EXCELLENCE !

I have never limited myself to the usual mindset…I love to walk on the road less travelled…living on the edge…And looking back at the last 1.5 years of this roller coaster life of mine, I have done just that… I have been lucky enough to have been loved and respected so much all this while and it has been due to years of hard work and sacrifices.

With 5 more days to go before I bid goodbye to AHIRC, I have already started to feel all emotional and nostalgic because I ‘temporarily’ lived my dream here, on a smaller scale though…I have tasted success, applause…I have met so many wonderful people – at work, the patients, the relatives. Made some awesome friends, sadly no girlfriends here too.(Do you really exist dream girl or do I have to be in love with cars and bikes for the rest of my life?) It feels overwhelming to be appreciated by senior consultants in the past 1 week for my commitment at work, the sincerity…Deep down, they make me feel too that I will be missed as much as I will miss AHIRC and working with them.

A glimpse of the past few months (some might complain I look back in time a lot, but that’s where I derive my strength from…after all, Life is my greatest Teacher! ) has made me realize my true potential, I have gained a lot of courage to push myself harder…be more focused…for I realize it’s a long journey ahead...and a bright future awaits with arms wide open. All these years of my existence, I have been the pillar of support, the hope for my parents and other family members and I will do everything to make them proud. I’m well aware of the fact that more than mine, their sacrifice was greater.

I really pray I always remain on the high that I’m on right now writing this. May be its the effect of the awesome drives going and coming back from work every day with some street racing at adrenaline pumping speeds …the loud music, the rains.

Six months more of some serious studies and hard work before the curtain starts to rise and I get to sense what the future will be like….Dear life, bring it on now !

MY FIRST JOB !

2011-06-27T01:43:00.000+05:30

Feeling the heat of growing up and becoming a professional now… could’nt miss writing about that.

It all started a few days before my internship ended. It was 9 am when I got an unexpected call from Mrs. Prabhu (job consultant) asking me if I was willing for an interview at Asian Heart Hospital scheduled for 10 am (after 1 hour). Little unsure, yet I decided to take a chance knowing the brand value associated with AHIRC… …..and surprisingly, by 10.30 am, I had the confirmation ...and so began a journey of a dream job to be the CMO of such a reputed hospital dealing with Cardio patients in emergency, which i was always interested in.

It has now been more than 3 months that I have been working here and I already feel so attached to this place…so luxurious (not less than a 7 star hotel) , great ambience…systematic work at all levels of employment…educated patients...cooperative staff…I feel so happy to look back in time. My colleagues Bharkha, Binoli, Sagar all have been great….the sisters, brothers, housekeeping…..everyone have been cooperative and caring… And to add to that, the icing on the cake are my great friends…more like brothers here..the cardio RMOs / IGNOU students Sagar, Maulik, Nishant, Ravibhai, Shiskir, Girish, Ashok and others….Hanging out most of the time after my duty in their room is so much fun…getting my taste of a good hostel life…time is spent discussing a few ‘Chindi’ consultant, patient cases, laughing on stupid jokes, watching movies, playing chess…studying…its all so simple and happy for me here…life is good !

The amount of respect I get here is immense as I’m the first person to attend to anyone who comes in an emergency. I feel the moral responsibility to make the patients and relatives comfortable and reassure them that nothing will go wrong now and things will be taken care of…I’ve shared tears, smiles, hugs…with each experience teaching me so much…Its so satisfying to be a ‘good’ doctor. Then there are the ICU shifts, Ambulance calls, Code Blue - critical patient brought to hospital, brought dead patients...which add to the work experience. I will surely miss my days at AHIRC once my contract expires in August.

Driving to work everyday…with the trademark sunglasses….hat…my ‘atrangi’ beard, loud music and me singing along at the top of my voice…100 plus speed on the empty highway at all times of my shifts gives a kick start to my day. Then the job, MBA studies and its classes, mock CAT exams…the diploma courses…I really feel I have overburdened myself...becoming a workaholic working 24 x 7 …..but at the end of the day when I see my family waiting for me at dinner with a lovely smile takes away all the stress and frustration…It is then followed by my guitar and music session before sleep.Each day is a day well spent.

Well the exams are coming closer now, and I’m looking forward to life with more vigor than before…Plan A, Plan B at the back of my mind…its time I put all my efforts to realize my vision of life…its not money for me as primary goal but peace, happiness, satisfaction, getting time for all extra curricular activities and finally sleeping with a smile on the face each day of life….which I have even now. Looking forward to welcoming the future with open arms and great expectations. :-)

HEART BROKEN

2011-06-10T01:41:00.000+05:30

What went wrong, I regret,
Guilty I feel, so upset,
Never thought, it could end like this,
You got back, is all I wished.

But why did you break my heart,
Why did you break my heart ??

By making me sad, what did you gain,
Never before was I so much in pain,
You went far, I was alone,
Opened my eyes, you were gone.

But why did you break my heart,
Why did you break my heart ??

I wanna see you so up close,
Get lost in those eyes, where my love froze,
Never again will things get bad,
I'll give back the smile, You always had.

But why did you break my heart,
Why did you break my heart ??
But why did you break my heart,
Why did you break my........... heart ??

YOU TUBE VIDEO OF THIS SONG

CORRUPTION SHINING... NOT INDIA !

2011-05-17T00:01:00.000+05:30

A leader is "a person who influences a group of people towards the achievement of a common goal"…..From the political point of view, our great independence struggle to was a result of the sacrifices of people who stood united led by those who deserved to be called ‘Leaders’. They were those deserving men and women who didn’t have any love for the chair or the power associated with it…it was the sheer dream to see their country free one day which kept the fire burning within them.

Well, over the years, this word 'Leader' has been replaced by a more meaningful word, ‘Politician’ - equivalent to a GALI now. This honorable position has now been usurped by uneducated goons, rapists, murderers and land grabbers interested only in the money associated with the post of being a leader. Politics has always caught my interest not because I have been a decent enough leader throughout, but because I was influenced a lot by my Late Nanaji....a local leader then and a close friend of Ex- Prime Minister of India, Atal Bihari Vajpeyee.

Last few days particularly, I have been very angry...I'm have a passion for driving and bike riding and I end up spending a lot on the black gold - petrol....the prices of which have shot up by 70 % in the last 2 years that the Congress has been in power. I distinctly remember filling up my petrol tank with Speed/Power petrol at Rs. 48 per liter which has now gone up to Rs. 71. The recent revision of increasing the rates by Rs. 5 per liter has made the common man including me very angry and restless. The declaration of the appraisal immediately the next day of the election seemed like a heinous act of backstabbing the general public who felt cheated after the election results were declared in the Congress's favor....such cowards are our representatives !

To garnish the rising prices and the inflation which has never been so high in the history of this country, the Congress has been stung by high profile scams time and again in the recent past. The multi thousand crore Common wealth game scam, the 2G spectrum scam, the Adarsh Society Ghotala, the Radia tapes, etc show how deeply corruption has infected the roots of Indian politics today. Even after arresting the culprits, nothing is done to trace the hidden money which is stashed in accounts abroad. According to a recent official report - “Rs. 280 lakh crore of Indian money is deposited in Swiss banks which can be used for taxless budget for 30 years. This amount can give 60 crore jobs to all Indians. From any village to Delhi 4 lane roads. Forever free power supply to more than 500 social projects. Every citizen can get monthly Rs. 2,000 for 60 years. No need for World Bank & IMF loan”..... One thing is for sure that if found out, Mr. Sharad Pawar and Mrs. Sonia Gandhi will definitely be richer than any of the richest people on Earth.

As a result of the increase in fuel prices, there has been an increases in the commodity prices....planned rickshaw and taxi strikes to be seen in a few days now....and this will continue as a vicious cycle to throw our country into a tizzy. Its high time that the common man stood against this injustice of the government to protest for his rights of a decent life....It makes me sad to think that the educated people will never be allowed to be a part of the political system...the Times Of India's 'Lead India' Campaign was a ray of hope for me then but the end result of the winners is for all of us to see...Hardly was anyone allowed to make any change to society...The Youth Congress too is nothing but a clan of bullies and local goons...what more can one expect from the political parties ?

When Manmohan Singh was being made the Prime Minister, I had some hope that for the first time will have such an educated Leader...But he has proved himself to be only a week spectator doing nothing concrete for the people of this country.....He has failed miserably to maintain law and order, control corruption, bring down the inflation being a former Finance minister himself....I have lost respect for him as a Leader.....The Congress tagline says, ' India Shining'.....all I can see is the glare which hurts no one but the common man...Even today I always wonder if our the government was right in spending Rs. 900 crore for Obama's 4 day tour...it was our money..the hard earned Tax payers money.... spent just like that !

I can only conclude that India is not free yet....It was a slave to the British before who would divide and rule .....Even today, we are like slaves...who are keeping mum in spite of the brutality of the corrupt government and its failure to keep the citizens happy....It needs a Libya and Egypt like movement to show to the shameless government officials and 'Politicians' what truly is meant by a democracy.....its time that people raised their voice against the government...and that time is now...Jai Hind.

THE PERSONALITY CONTEST

2011-05-02T00:40:00.000+05:30

Happened to find the application form of the Personality contest (Official Ragging Session followed by Dinner comprising of Pav Bhaji or Chinese noodles and Manchurian along with a glass of Rasna-orange flavor, every year) for my immediate juniors which I had made around 5 years back….To this day, I remember few of the hilarious answers to the following….check it out for yourself.

Note – Inspired by the lineage of application forms seen over the years , but an original piece of work.

VENUE- PHYSIOLOGY AUDITORIUM

3rd floor, LTMMC Building

Sion- 400022

15th Dec, 2006

Respected Sir/Madam,

I ………………(Name) would like to apply as a contestant for the PC 2006. I think I’m suitable when you read my :

Name - ………… Age - ………… Sex - ……………

Height - ………… Length - …………

Sexual Orientation - …………… Girth (tough one) - ………………

Five things I cannot do when I’m erect - ……………………………………………

Five things I cannot do when I’m down - .....................................................

MY ANSWERS TO THE FOLLOWING NON EXPLICIT QUESTIONS :-

1-Being a virgin is letting your tool to rust and it is not a sense of dignity but a lack of opportunity. Your opinion. …………………………………………………

2- “Ek tapakti boond aapki zindagi badal sakti hai”. It is true because ………………………………

3- An original family planning slogan that you would want to spread.( Example- On a BEST bus: “Kripiya piche se chadiye” ) …………………………

4- What is better, Viva or Oral ? Why ?……………………………………

5- I know I came in this world because of a) Family Planning 2) Something Tearing. Why ? ………………………

6- “Come behind the pyramid and I will make you a Mummy”. Comment………………………………

7- Before you knew actually how children were born, you thought that………………………………………

8- Here are slogans for products only I use :

A)Reliance Condoms ………………………………………………………………

B)Colgate hair removal cream …………………………………………………

C)Fevicol lubricant …………………………………………………………………

9) If I were to die tomorrow, I would like to have sex with……………………………because he/she……………………………

Answer the following questions truthfully :

A-The Girl I like the most in class and why ? ………………………………

B-The Guy I hate the most in class and why ? ……………………………

C-I think I can win this Personality Contest because …………………………………………

HATS OFF TO THE FOLLOWING WHO’VE MADE ME THE PERSON I’M TODAY : (STRICTLY FROM THE BATCH)

MR. HOT ………………………………………

MISS. HOT ………………………………………

MR/MISS FUNNY ……………………………

MR/MISS BORE …………………………………

MR/MISS BOOKWORM………………………………

MR/MISS TEACHER CHAATU ………………………………

MR/MISS SENIOR CHAATU …………………………………

MY IMMEDIATE SENIORS ARE ROCKING BECAUSE………………………………………………………………

Your Obedient Junior,

………………………………

THE LIFE OF AN ELECTRON - BY EDDY CURRENTS

2011-04-15T21:10:00.000+05:30

NOTE- NOT AN ORIGINAL PIECE OF WORK.....THE FOLLOWING IS ONE OF THE MOST HILARIOUS THINGS I'VE EVER COME ACROSS....HAD READ IT ABOUT 8-10 YEARS BACK...LOVED IT, SO SHARED IT.

One night when his charge was pretty high, Micro-Farad decided to seek
out a cute little coil to help him discharge.

He picked up Milli-Amp and took her for a ride in his Megacycle. They
rode across the Wheatstone Bridge and stopped by a Magnetic field with
flowing currents and frolicked in the sine waves.

Micro-Farad, attracted by Millie-Amp's characterisic curves soon had
her fully charged and proceeded to excite her resistance to a
minimum. He gently laid her at ground potential, raised her frequency
and lowered her reluctance.

With a quick arc, he pulled out his high voltage probe and inserted it
in her socket, connecting them in parallel. He slowly began short
circuiting her resistance shunt while quickly raising her thermal
conductance level to mil-spec. Fully excited, Milli- Amp mumbled
"MHO...MHO...MHO"

With his tube operating well into class C, and her field vibrating
with his current flow, a corona formed which instantly caused her
shunt to overheat just at the point when Micro-Farad rapidly
discharged and drained off every electron into her grid.

They fluxed all night trying various connectors and sockets untill his
magnet had a soft core and lost all of its field strength.

Afterwards, Milli-Amp tried self-induction and damaged her solenoids
and with his battery fully discharged, Micro-Farad was unable to
excite his field. Not ready to be quiescent, they spent the rest of
the evening reversing polarity and blowing each others fuses.

I DREAM DREAMZ...

2011-04-12T01:04:00.000+05:30

It was in August 1992 that I was brought to this city of dreams….All we got was a scooter, a color television and some Rs.25,000 (salaries used to be starting from 300-400 in the eighties)….we had no idea what life would be like…..we just came.

19 years later, I’m a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in the city….life looks settled after going through all these years of hardships, hard work, ups and downs in life, never losing hope…just the dreams in my eyes…the burning desire to make it big in life, among the greats one day…I couldn’t be happier at this junction of my life.

Every single day I crave to be at AHIRC casualty….the sense of pride to dress smartly….formally…branded clothes…my trademark sunglasses...all from my hard earned money...then driving to work at more than 100 plus speeds…I feel alive every moment now…I had never thought life could be so great coming out of a government hospital….the world of losers, narrow minded souls, the corrupt officers, inhuman condition to work, no job satisfaction……I had never enjoyed myself away from creativity, always studying….Now I really feel I have arrived…..my confidence is over the roof…the desire is burning more fiercely now.

I am also so surprised that so many people from my LTMMC ‘05 batch would be so jealous that I’m doing well in life… “ Guys, your higher marks in the exams do not guarantee that you are a better doctor….It’s just your misconception that you know more than me”….I only laugh on reaching home on those narrow minded ‘un grown’ boys and girls (not mature enough to be called doctors).

Well, the studies seem to be going fine….job is awesome….business ideas in the hospitality industry popping up in my head from time to time…there is so much to learn from everyday life…Now, I have realized how easy it is to be the ‘deserving’ doctor SAHEB for people…50% of them feel good the moment a doctor opens his/her mouth….the faith, the confidence…the trust builds up right there…. I will never stop clinical medicine in spite of my MBA aspirations, it really is very satisfying.

On a lighter note, I admit to have had crushes, been in love (no relationship), had my heart broken….it’s just that career was always the priority….there was no time for love….but I guess it’s time now to find some worthy enough of my love..…(dream girl, if you are reading this, do get in touch).

Just wanting to work harder now…I want to really try out in life what I have always trusted in… “If you believe in the beauty of your dreams, then nothing is impossible”….can’t wait to see the future unfold….see what destiny I’m born with….thank you God for all these wonderful years….You really have been kind to me ‘FINALLY’….been there to give me strength always…my pillar of support…as my best friend…Love You….Hope to see happier years ahead !!

THE GOD OF CRICKET

2011-04-03T02:18:00.008+05:30

NOTE- NOT AN ORIGINAL PIECE OF WORK.... The Following are few of the best quotes about the genius...the Little Master...the Master Blaster....undoubtedly the most loved Indian.... SACHIN RAMESH TENDULKAR.

Mark Taylor(Aus)
''We did not lose to a team called India, we lost to a man called Sachin''

Brian Lara(WI)
"I want my son to become Sachin Tendulkar.....Sachin is a genius, I am a mere Mortal."

Hashim Amla(SA)
'Nothing bad can happen to us if we were on a plane in India with Sachin Tendulkar on it.''

Waqar Younis(Pak)''He can play that leg glance with a walking stick also.

Andy Flower(ZIM)''There are 2 kind of batsman in the world. 1 Sachin Tendulkar and 2. all the others .

Matthew Hayden(AUS.)"I have seen God. He bats at no.4 for India in tests.

Don Bradman(AUS)
"I see myself when I see Sachin batting.

Australian Fan
"Do your crime when Sachin is batting, because even God is busy watching his batting.

BBC Sports
Beneath the helmet, under that unruly curly hair, inside the cranium, there is something we don't know, something beyond scientific measure. Something that allows him to soar, to roam a territory of sport that, forget us, even those who are gifted enough to play alongside him cannot even fathom. When he goes out to bat, people switch on their television sets and switch off their lives.

Shane Warne
I'll be going to bed having nightmares of Sachin just running down the wicket and belting me back over the head for six. He was unstoppable. I don't think anyone, apart from Don Bradman, is in the same class as Sachin Tendulkar. He is just an amazing player.

Anil Kumble
"I am fortunate that I've to bowl at him only in the nets!"

Andrew Symonds
"To Sachin, the man we all want to be"
What Symonds wrote on an Aussie t-shirt he autographed specially for Sachin.

Peter Roebuck
"On a train from Shimla to Delhi, there was a halt in one of the stations. The train stopped by for few minutes as usual. Sachin was nearing century, batting on 98. The passengers, railway officials, everyone on the train waited for Sachin to complete the century. This Genius can stop time in India!!"

Brett Lee
You might pitch a ball on the off stump and think you have bowled a good ball and he walks across and hits it for two behind midwicket. His bat looks so heavy but he just waves it around like it's a toothpick.

Steve Waugh
It was one of the greatest innings I have ever seen. There is no shame being beaten by such a great player, Sachin is perhaps only next to the Don.

Michael Kasprowicz
Don't bowl him bad balls, he hits the good ones for fours.

Greg Chappell
He is a perfectly balanced batsman and knows perfectly well when to attack and when to play defensive cricket. He has developed the ability to treat bowlers all over the world with contempt and can destroy any attack with utmost ease.

Barack Obama - "I don't know about cricket but still I watch cricket to see Sachin play..Not b'coz I love his play its because I want to know the reason why my country's production goes down by 5 percent when he's in batting"...

MERE KHWAB...

2011-04-03T01:00:00.000+05:30

Aakhen band karte hii

Madhmast main ho jata hoon

Adhure khwabon aur sapnon ko

Main phir pura hote pata hoon.

Takdir mein kya hai lika

Bhala kaun batla pate hain

Hum toh unn musaffiron mein hain

Jo tanha, aage badte jate hain.

Pana chahta hoon woh mukaam,

Umeed se pare hai jo iss tann se

Zindagi ko aazmane ki

Ek khwahish hai iss komal mann mein.

Shram aur mehnat ke dum pe

Kash bahut naam aur shohrat ho jaye

Aas hai marne se pehle

Bass mere khwab pure ho jayein.

COLLEGE DAYS UNPLUGGED

2011-03-08T03:32:00.010+05:30

It was the most memorable day in the book of my life so far…A day that marked the ceremony to turn to doctors from boys/girls….A day of great pride and honor for us all as well as our parents…It was the day of our convocation.

Our story dates back to 8^th august, 2005 when a group of 100 aspiring doctors were brought under one ‘air conditioned’ roof of the physiology auditorium….Following are the few distinct random memories of our journey through the past 5.5 years at LTMMC and LTMGH.

- Running down the stair case like a herd of cattle to prevent being caught by the 'evil' seniors for ragging....personally, I feel it was an awesome way to get to know them.

- Cribbing when made to sit roll number wise, feeling unlucky when the girl sitting next to you didn't look so good and feeling jealous of the one who had a chick next to him thinking they would be together for the next 5.5 years.

- Fighting for the seat right in front of the teacher during the clinics...after all we were all excited in the beginning until the enthusiasm levels reduced with reality.

- Begging your partner during physiology practicals for a drop of blood when not having the guts to prick oneself...

-Feeling excited to cut the human body and the increasing impatience as each organ unfolded.....I remember how excited each one was to hold the heart in our hands for the first time as if it was some World Cup Trophy....amazed to see the liver, kidney and other organs....confusion, bluffing remembering the slide numbers in the histology practicals...

- Standing near the washbasin and discussing the reagents, chemicals, solutions involved in the biochemistry tests during the examination and then getting scolded for the same and pretending we were there only to wash the test tubes.

- Changing slides with someone else who had a well stained slide during microbiology practical examinations.

- Being excited to touch the rabbits and hamsters in pharmacology department....studying very few drugs among the hundreds and still feeling confident for the exam.

- The Forensic Medicine Head of department scolding people in some extremely hilarious ways.....no practicals until 2 days from the final exam...changing poisons with your neighbor in the exam when the one allotted was the one that you had not read.

- Getting scolded for copying from someone's journal in pathology which itself has been made after 'generations of copying' and cursing the teacher when being given 30 % of those diagrams for redrawing.

- The boring sleepy PSM lectures, the family trips to dharavi.....the 'sandas mein jaanwar wala joke'....we all went through it all.

- Knowing the ENT terminal paper a day before the exam and studying only those 6 questions.....writing 5 of them from home and sticking the supplements in the answer sheets...and on top of that, I was caught with the chits for the last 1 answer....I smile even today thinking of that.

- Studying only cataract and glaucoma for the entire year for ophthalmology exam every time.....surprisingly both those questions came in our final exam.

- The turmoil of final year can't be described in words....' Life ceased to exist, time paused, brain stopped functioning' for that 1 year to complete the portion....That anxiousness to 'just pass' the final year...In the end, everybody just prayed for anything above 50.00 %.

- The jubilation to finally hear that you had passed..the relief...( the sense of disbelief for me)...the tears of happiness....the jumping in joy for having done it finally...it sure feels like yesterday to me...

- The frustrating internship mamagiri....feeling great to get signatures for days you didn't attend....the sense of achievement to kick the wicked houseman's ass...the dinners together with the entire unit on emergency days.....the ' batting of patients'.....the ' Sion Jhadu'.....moments worth cherishing again.

- Exams came and went but with each passing year, the experience and memories of copying just kept multiplying exponentially....the open book exams, the micro xeroxes, the supplement passing, the leaking of question papers....we all did become masters of copying in 4.5 years.

- Among all these high pressure cooker days, what kept me going was the blog, the band, the college festivals....Also due credit to FIFA ( computer game) for being the only source of recreation....( I was never prepared to commit to anyone and be a part of some foolish college library couple) I remember playing FIFA with my hostel friends for 3 hours just before the PSM prelim exam.

Now the journey has ended ....the awesome years of undergraduate life are over....the time has come for us to part ways...who knows we might ever meet again or not..so before these thoughts are lost in oblivion, I thought to pen them down ( its 3 am at AHIRC as I write this behind someone's insignificant ECG).

LTMMC 2005 batch, we rocked !! We were united...then we parted ....but we united again to make it a lifetime's memorable experience....Dancers, artists, painters, actors, cricketers, musicians, jokers, writers, singers, politicians, computer technicians, walking railway and bus timetable.....you name it and we had them all.

As I finish writing this, I have a smile on my face and a little moist eyes as I'm filled with nostalgia and emotions.....I will seriously miss the awesome days, the friends, the teachers, the staff, the sisters, the mamas as I look back in time.....last few words.....I'm really gonna miss this place, I'm gonna miss my.....college days !!

ME...

2011-02-28T00:05:00.001+05:30

I Have – No Fear, No Regret , No Pain

I Always- Live Freely, Think Freely, Express Freely

I Hate- The Liars, The Cheaters, The Narrow Minded

I Learnt- The Honesty, The Perfection, The Principles

Happiness is- My Family, My Dreams, My Freedom

My Aim- Spreading Joy, To Be Remembered, Being Myself.

'KEKDA' COUPLES

2011-02-01T02:19:00.002+05:30

KEKDA (HINDI) = CRAB (ENGLISH)

The vast ocean, the sound of the waves as they rise and fall and the cool breeze have always had a calming influence on me….I often go to the beach alone whenever I feel low, confused or when I have to take a major decision in life….For me, nothing comes close to a walk down ‘Marine Drive’ or sitting alone on the rocks at ‘Bandstand’ looking at the vastness of the ocean.

For years, Bandstand has been my favorite hangout place in the city……I have been there innumerable times before, alone and many a times with my best friends from college….My keen observation of the rocky terrain at Bandstand all these years has made me inclined towards the ‘Kekdas’ we see hidden in the crevices or somewhere behind the rocks…..Here is my case study report :-

The Kekda’s are always found in a pair (hence the name Kekda Couples). They usually prefer to hide behind rocks by which they will be hidden from the view of the general public…Their specie is peace loving, usually minding their own business….They know their territory well, so they often end up swarming a particular patch of rocks and can be seen sitting in a straight line….Majority of them are youngsters who bunk lectures from college or classes to manage time for the ‘Non Committed Timepass Relationships’.

There, they sit for hours together having ‘False Dreams’ of spending their lives together….One can usually find them lost in each other’s eyes, sometimes getting intimate….smooching…A real treat for the ‘ Less Fortunate’ of similar specie who get excited to spot these kekda’s like a scientist would on making a new discovery. To prevent themselves from being seen, the Kekda’s usually carry a protective shell called an ‘Umbrella’ which is used even when the skies are very clear and there is no sign of a single raindrop....a 'dupatta' too serves as a good substitute at times.

All is not always happy when they think that they are having the best romantic time together….The ‘ Less Fortunate’ who mostly envy the ‘lucky’ couple pass lewd comments, the cold drink – chanewale vendors too try their best to disturb them purposely…..In recent times, the Kekda couples felt harassed by Eunuchs so much so that their count had decreased drastically sending shockwaves among others wanting to make Bandstand their favorite holiday destination…..sometimes, when the act of intimacy crosses the limit of decency, it becomes a nuisance to the locals who call the police to break the Lip lock…..sorry deadlock ;-)

We friends, often tease each other that when one of us gets mutated to their kind soon, he would forget the years of friendship and would for sure be found sitting somewhere behind the same rocks of Bandstand one day….but the fact remains, each one of ‘The Unfortunate’ – including me, always surely ponder looking at the happy couple…….. “Mera number Kab aayega”.

TO MY SWEETHEART, WITH LOVE

2011-01-29T16:28:00.000+05:30

Dearest Mercedes – Benz,

It’s been years that I have hidden my feelings for you deep in my heart. But seeing you turn 125 years old today (29^th Jan,2011), I couldn’t control my patience to tell you what I feel for you…..Baby, I’m truly, madly and deeply in love with you.

I don’t know how, but over the years that I have seen you, I have always been mesmerized by your class, your beauty, the attitude and the way you carry yourself. It has been close to 16 years that I fell for you and I have chased you ever since with the intention to flirt….but you continue to elude me. While my dad would be at work in his office at Nariman point those days, I would be roaming the streets of marine drive looking for you. The very sight of you being happy in safe hands gave me immense amount of happiness.

I swear on you darling, all these years, I have had crushes on BMWs, Audi, Ferrari, Lamborghini, Aston Martin, Harleys and other beauties but nothing could come close to my love and commitment for you, and it will remain for years to come. Never has it happened that you have zoomed past and I have not turned back to take a second look envying the lucky person owning you.

You have given the world the first front tire breaks, the seat belt, the traction control, the ABS, the first diesel car and countless other technologies which I can’t recollect as I write this love letter of mine…but I always agree to what your father said, “ There is a Mercedes in every car”. You have been a source of inspiration to everybody else….living by example…a pioneer in safety, comfort, class, luxury, beauty and sex appeal….It’s been 125 years to your birth but you look as elegant and pretty as before. I have always looked forward to your new designs and makeovers to blow me over. Though you have always looked gorgeous being a C class, E class, S class, M class, SLK, AMG, etc….but for me, you looked like my dream girl being an SLR Mclaren. I had you as ‘her’ on my desktop wallpaper for close to 3 years and would be lost in her sheer beauty every time.

Baby, I feel that I have a connection with you, may be from my past life. I know that I don’t have the money or the resources to make you mine now…..after all, loving you will be a costly affair... But sweetheart, I promise that I will do everything to make you mine one day….and keep you happy in every way I can...pamper you like my queen….We just need to be patient and hopeful to unite one day.

Sweetheart, consider this as my official ‘proposal’ for lifelong commitment because the day that I’m supposed to be on my knees, holding a ‘briefcase full of cash’ to ask you out looks a little distant to me as of now.

I will be waiting for your arrival in my life….and I hope you make the right choice too by becoming mine one day. Love you forever, always……yours and only yours…..Mohit

MOSQUITO BORNE DISEASES - STREET PLAY

2011-01-05T03:43:00.000+05:30

The Following is a street play written to be performed for the illiterate poor people of Vaitarna where I was posted for my rural posting…..it turned out to be the first Marathi play I participated in and was quite significant because “Mala Marathi yet nahi” – I don’t know Marathi.

A day in Vaitarna Government School

Teacher – Mohit - Present Mam

Salman - Present Mam

Katrina - "Mam she is absent",says someone.

Deepika - Present Mam

Kareena - Present Mam

Ranbeer - "Mam he is absent",says someone.

John - "Mam he is absent",says someone.

After all attendance is taken….

Teacher – Does anyone of you know why Katrina, John and Ranbir are absent since last 2-3 days ?

Mohit – Mam, John has gone to his masi Bipasha’s house…..Ranbir and Katrina are down with high fever.

Teacher – What ? Did they go to some doctor ?

Mohit – No Mam, their mummy says ‘sardi hai’ (its cold), they will be fine in sometime.

Teacher – Cold for 3 days.... Children,today we will study not from the books but I will teach you all something for your good….You can tell it to your parents, neighbors…but I want full participation from you all….Ok ?

All students together – Yes mam.

Teacher – Good….Mohit, now you tell me, why do we get fever ?

Mohit – Teacher, if we take bath in cold water, if it is cold weather outside and we are not wearing full clothes, or we don’t dry our head after taking bath…..we get fever.

Teacher – Yes, you are partly right…..anybody else ?

Salman – (Raising hands and jumping to show off ) Mam, I had heard that most mosquitoes cause fever.

Teacher – Yes, very good Salman, this is what I wanted to hear.Children, since we stay in a village with lots of greenery around, there are many mosquitoes that live close to our household…..Today we are going to discuss about them and how we fall ill because of them..Are you all interested to know ?

All students together showing interest – Yes Mam.

Teacher – Deepika, Do you know how do we get malaria ?

Deepika – Mam, through mosquitoes.

Teacher – Very good…..now you tell me what other illnesses can mosquitoes cause ?

Students don’t know..

Teacher – No one ? Alright….listen carefully.At night, when you don’t put mosquito repellents and you go to sleep, mosquitoes will slowly come through your window…It knows where it can find sweet sweet blood…..so it will come, bite you and suck your blood to have a stomach full grand meal.

All Students – Ohhhhhh….

Teacher – Now if Mohit’s blood is sweeter than Deepika’s, what will the mosquito do ?....It will inject Deepika’s blood in Mohit and drink Mohit’s blood…..Now if Deepika is suffering from malaria or any other disease, wont Mohit also get it ??

All students – hmmmmm and laughing on Mohit and Deepika.

Kareena – Mam, which all diseases can be transferred through a mosquito bite ?

Teacher – not 1 but many…..malaria, filaria, dengue, chikankunya…….many more.

Mohit – Mam, how will be know if we have the fever caused by cold or fever from mosquito ?

Teacher – Very good question…..In fever caused due to cold, actually the symptoms are mild grade fever, headache, weakness…..but in fever caused by mosquitoes, we have major symptoms like very high fever, chills, severe body ache, vomiting, extreme weakness, joint pain, rashes, don’t feel like eating anything….Is it all not a reason to worry ?

All students – hmmmmmmm…

Teacher – So children, tell me what should you do when you have such symptoms ? Do you wait or……

All students together – We should go to a doctor……

Teacher – Very good everyone.

Salman – Teacher, where do mosquitoes hide ? I don’t see them in day time….Also where they lay eggs, on flowers like butterflies ?

Teacher – No child….Mosquitoes lay eggs in stagnant water….any water collection….in your plant pot, useless tyre, box, ponds….Now do you all understand why we get most fevers during monsoon ?

All students – Yes Mam…

Deepika – Teacher, where do they go during day time ?

Teacher – They usually hide in store rooms, behind hung clothes, in bushes…anywhere they can hide and play Hide n’ seek.

All students laughing.

Deepika – Mam, water is very important in day to day life..how can we prevent breeding ?

Teacher – Very simple….you should not allow stagnant water to accumulate near your homes….Make sure you have neat environment and cleanliness at your home and outside…In big ponds, people put some kerosene oil which forms a layer on the surface of water and eggs don’t get proper air for their growth…..and you all know ? there is a fish called Gambusia which eats mosquitoes children….

All students – Oh….

Teacher – So children, what did you all learn today ?

Mohit – About how we should not take fever lightly….do to a doctor immediately and take proper medicines….

Teacher – So will you all go home and tell your parents and neighbors about what you all learnt today ?

All students – Yes Mam…

The bell rings, all students get up to show respect to their teacher……

Teacher – Next time, we will again talk on something educational like today…..and all of you will also tell me what you told at home….Thank you class.

FRUITS OF EDUCATION - STREET PLAY

2011-01-02T00:02:00.001+05:30

The following is the Second of the Educational Street Plays written for the people of Vaitarna....

Narrator - One night in a farmer's home....

Sumati (Wife) - What happened ? Why are you so sad ?

Ramprasad (Farmer) - Nothing, everything is fine...

Sumati - Look, I'm your wife..when we got married, we promised that we will go through happy and sad phase in life together....equally share the burden of life...You have to tell me.

Ramprasad - You are aware that the unseasonal rains this year have ruined our crop...so many of the farmers in the village have committed suicide….we too don't have enough money now...no savings...there is no problem from Suraj's (Son) side...he will become a farmer too...help me pay off our debt...As for Neelam (Daughter), we will get her married early...you keep her involved in household chores...she will be a good wife to her husband....what worries me is how are we going to survive now ?

Sumati - We would have not been in such position is we would have been educated a bit, at least we could have worked in some small government office in the village or may be we could have managed our daily finances better....

Ramprasad - Education doesn't matter....Am I educated ? No....Yet I am able to feed you all and take care you three....Look at Vishal, he went to the city for education, got into bad habits...wasted the money and now he spends the whole day drinking…Now you tell who is better off ?.....don;t worry, things will be fine….

Narrator – One day, his son Suraj falls ill. He is having high fever with chills and altered consciousness…Ramprasad takes Suraj to the local government small hospital.

Doctor – Malaria has set into the brain (cerebral malaria)….He has to be taken to a higher centre in the city for further treatment..we have done what we could best within our limited resources.

Narrator – Forgetting his worries, Ramprasad and Suraj head to the city…The poor farmer felt amazed looking at the city….the dressing of the people…girls and boys given freedom to wear what they want….At the hospital,

Ramprasad – Doctor sahib, I have come from a distant village…this is our referral letter…

Doctor ( a beautiful young female) – Your son has to be admitted immediately.

Narrator – while Suraj is admitted in the hospital, Ramprasad takes good care of him….medicines…love…

Ramprasad – Suraj, son you wait here….I will go and get some Nariyalpani (tender coconut) for you..afterall it is ‘Amrit’ for our family….it is what gives us all that we have…money,food…life.

“1 nariyalpani do”(Give me 1), to the shopkeeper….take this 5 rupees.

Shopkeeper – (Angrily) Which village are you from….It costs Rs.20 in this city.

Ramprasad – What ? I grow them on my land….we sell each for Rs.2 and you are asking me 10 times the price !!

Shopkeeper – In the city ,everything is expensive….buy it if you want to otherwise go away !

Suraj – (Looking at his father’s sad face) What happened ? Baba, why you look so sad ?

Ramprasad – Son, would you believe this..I bought this Nariyalpani for you for Rs.20…we sell each for Rs.2 and this shopkeeper gets 10 times the price…the middleman takes the major chunk of it..we slog day in and day out…live in such poor conditions….with no money, no food for days…..and these middlemen and shopkeepers make huge profit at our cost…I wished now that I had understood the value of education before, at least you could have come to the city and looks for higher avenues…

Suraj – Baba, don’t worry…its never too late for a new beginning…Once I’m well, we will go back to our village…I will learn the basic math and accounting and let us see where we can start.

Ramprasad – That’s a great idea….Son, you will be support for the old age…But let me share something with you….looking at the educated, decent female doctors here, I too feel that I would do injustice to your sister if I don’t let her study…..she needs to come out of the village,see the city…I don’t want her to suffer like we did…being uneducated when the world took advantage of us …

Narrator – 3 days later, they return back to the village…

Sumati – By God’s grace, our son is fine now….my child….Hey, why you look in anxiety ?

Ramprasad – (Tells her everything about the city)….Now I have decided that our children should be educated too….I will ask a math teacher to come and teach Suraj….and I will arrange to send Neelam to the city for education…I want her to be a doctor…I will spend all my savings on their education, meanwhile I will find out the actual role of the middleman .

Narrator – Slowly, Ramprasad found out all the information about how the middlemen would buy so cheap from the villagers and sell at high price to take away all the profit…meanwhile his son was studying hard to get his accounting right….daughter had managed to get admission in a medical college in the city.

Suraj– Baba, I suggest we buy a tempo on loan and from now on, I will go personally and sell off our coconuts….why don’t we completely get away with the role of the middlemen…my accounts say that will be more profitable and money saver for us…

Ramprasad – Good idea son, I’m grateful that you are by my side…I’m proud of you my child.

Narrator – Ramprasad, Neelam and Suraj, all worked very hard in their respective fields…..soon the farmer started making huge profits and became a rich man….bought himself more land, labourers and trucks…selling most of the village’s coconuts himself and giving a major chunk of the profits to others as well…The farmer suicides had stopped too….Im 5 years, neelam had grown up to be a doctor and returned to the village to open a hospital in her parents name.
One night, 5 years later…

Sumati – Do you realize, approximately 5 years back….we were in such messy conditions financially, no food, no money….Look, God has been so kind to us to give us so much happiness…

Ramprasad – Do you remember what I had said about education that night ? I was all wrong….It is not God who has done wonders for us but Education….All this happiness and pride would not have been there had we not taken the correct decision to educate the children at the right time….(with tears dropping from his eyes) One day before I die, I want to use this money to open up a school in the village so that other villagers too understand its importance….

INSIDE 'INSIGHT'

2010-12-25T03:37:00.007+05:30

INSPIRED BY DAY TO DAY REAL LIFE INCIDENTS

I am Atmaram…..a poor, old, uneducated farmer from a distant village in Vidharba, visiting a city for the first time in my life….unfortunately for the treatment of my 24 year old only son, Baburao, suffering with recurrent episodes of sudden breathlessness due to his asthma….today is one such dark winter night and THIS IS MY STORY…..

No sooner the ambulance stopped in front of casualty of the well known Government aided MUMBAI GENERAL HOSPITAL, we rushed our son to the emergency medical services (EMS)…my wife still sat in the ambulance weeping. The EMS was full of patients, 2 doctors attending to around 20 patients stuffed on 12 beds to be precise and I stood numbly watching my son gasp for breath…. “ Doctor saheb, emergency aahe”, I shouted….. “Kaka, awaz mat karo….yahan sab patients emergency ke hee hain”, he replied bluntly….my heart sank…that waiting for those 3 minutes until he finally came to check on Baburao appeared like eternity to me….

He came, checked my son’s chest with his stethoscope and panicky shouted, “Staff, intubation trolley ready karo”…..Baburao was shifted on a bed, curtains drawn….. “Baba, central line……ECG madam……”, he shouted again…my heart beat fast…. I couldn’t understand what had changed so drastically in those 5 minutes….Everyone including the sister and the other doctor rushed to check on my son…..Time stood still for me…..

After 10 unforgettable minutes, I could finally see my son….rubber tubing down his throat (endotracheal tube) , a thin tube through his neck (neck line), blood all over his bed sheet…. “Saans aur dhadkan chalu hai”, said the doctor…..I felt relieved…..bad thoughts had corrupted my mind all this while…..my wife didn’t have the courage to see my son in that condition….she almost fainted…

Baburao was then put on some computerized machine (ventilator), drips as we waited for him to stabilize…..Blood samples taken, X ray and Ultra sonography (USG) chest forms filled up and handed over to us……we were happy to see him wave to us from a distance…. Baburao was better now and had to be finally shifted to the ward….I struggled to find the registration counter for the admission papers and the blood sample laboratory too….my old weak legs don’t have so much stamina to run around at this age…nevertheless, I was determined that everything will be fine and I will take my son back to the village soon….

Baburao was then put on a trolley this time, an intern ready to accompany…..but there was no servant to help us to X ray, USG and finally to the ward….crucial 15 minutes were wasted waiting for the servant to arrive….X ray didn’t take much time, but we were surprised to find the USG door locked…. “Kaka, 5 minute ruko”, the intern said and left in a hurry…..He came back with a call book……this time sending the mama with that book to the Resident doctor’s quarters…..call sent to the radiologists.Call was accepted….mama had returned long time back but there was no sign of the doctors….the intern went again to check on them…..they arrived finally, yawning, 45 minutes after the call was first sent….I was angry deep in my heart.

All workup done, we proceeded towards the ward….another shocked awaited us….the ward was full too and there were no beds available…..Baburao was then put on a mattress on the floor…No doctors around, no treatment, medicines started…..The staff nurse said, “Ab tumhare doctor subah aayenge, notes dalenge and tabhi kuch hoga”…..by this time, I and my wife had calmed down too….Baburao was calm now…..no longer breathless…

The following 4 days began daily with the senior doctor’s (Head of Unit / lecturer) round early morning…..registrar/ houseman’s round in the evening…..the usual blood tests, the sputum tests….those 4 days were like going through hell. Every morning, blood sample was taken….sent for expensive tests in private laboratories….The IV line had to be changed twice since it got blocked due to a clot…..some inexperienced students would do that…..It’s so difficult to see your son being pricked so many times….he couldn’t bear the pain…..I couldn’t help too except ask myself why he was used as a guinea pig for training them? I was also made to run around a lot of times for reports, medicines….why can’t they ask for everything at once ? The ward doctors would sometime handover to me blood samples of other patients who had no relatives round the clock….Extra IV, bivalve, medicines used to be ordered…..one was put to my son, rest would go in their stock….I still kept quiet……my money was draining….but my son’s improving condition asked me to keep mum…..I also used to feel harassed by students who would come every morning in 2s and 3s….ask us the same questions everyday for their case study….make us run around from one room to the other for their case presentations….I was so angry for my son having to go through so much….Also it feels odd to be stared at by 20 students at once, Baburao being used as a specimen…..Yet I was always composed.

On the 5^th day, Baburao developed high fever since morning….for us he was in safe hands….But around 11.30 pm, he suddenly became breathless again…..I panicked, so did the staff nurse….no doctor was present in the ward at that time…..I ran to the ward next to ours….A young doctor lay asleep in the clinic room there…I asked him to rush quickly. “Tumhare doctor dusre hain, who mera patient nahin hai…..Kaka jao ward mein, doctor aate hii honge. Sone do abhi”, he said….I was shocked !! A young educated doctor, my sons age, was talking to me with no respect at all….least bothered about my son’s life…. I didn’t understand what was happening….Quietly, I walked to our ward and standing at the door, was shocked to see what was happening…..

I could see “our doctor” trying to give chest compressions to Baburao…my wife crying uncontrollably standing next to the mattress…For some reason, I feared for the worst….3 minutes had passed….he checked for the pulse, breath….. “Kaka, aapka beta nahin raha”, he said in a sad tone….I couldn’t believe it….shocked, numb, senseless….there was no word for what I felt in my heart…. There was no one to console me except my wife who herself was in tears…..We had lost our only son….our only hope for future…

Baburao’s body lay in the ward for the next 2 hours. While our doctor filled the death certificate (DC), the mama wrapped my son’s body… It all looked so routine for them….no feelings, no remorse…..nothing had changed for them…The sad face which had informed me of my son’s death was now smiling as he spoke to “the other Unit’s” doctor, the staff nurse….. DC read – Systemic infection in a known case of bronchial asthma.

After this life changing bitter experience, I have lost all regards for the heartless doctors….I didn’t even find even a single genuinely caring doctor there who deserved our respect….We miss Baburao a lot…we break into tears thinking about him….I often wonder staring at the open sky from my kaccha house, finding Babaurao among those stars if doctor’s really deserve to be treated next to God ? Ask me…I will never !!

VAITARNA DIARIES

2010-12-24T23:59:00.009+05:30

It has been 2 years that I saw the movie “Into the Wild” and I was so impacted by the story that I always wished I did something similar, MINUS COMING BACK HOME ALIVE. People who know the real me are aware that I’m a person in search.… search for some answers, the questions to which I’m still not yet fully aware of….the purpose of my life….may be enlightenment….knowledge….thrill….danger or adrenaline rush. I follow no set rules and I do what I feel is morally and ethically right….

Happiness is not something one can keep, but one can only pursuit it….and here I was doing just that, on a trip being alone, away from home for the first time in my life….a chance to be a real free spirit.

The following is the day by day HIGHLIGHTED account of the most awesome time I have ever had till now :-

Day 1 - Chose to stand on the foot board instead of sitting inside the already packed jeep during the 16 kms trip from Khardi to Vaitarna feeling the cool breeze on my face as we traveled “on a road built on potholes and cow dung”, in the garb of nature.

On reaching the quarters, explored the 20 doors and windows till I zeroed in my would be room…spent a good 45 minutes to throw away the broken bed, mattresses, newspapers….remove spider webs, shift my bed….everything set and soon my presidential suite was ready….looked beautiful with my limited resources…Evening was spent studying, listening to some good music, meditation and planning out things I would be doing there…

Day 2 – 6.30 AM, set out on foot, alone to explore the neighboring places…didn’t know where I was headed to but I continued to walk…after all the fun is in exploring the untraveled roads…I walked further away from our quarters and soon I could see the Modak Sagar dam….I couldn’t control my instinct and I ran as fast as I could towards it…I was mesmerized by the sheer beauty around me….the beautiful rocky river bed through the mountains on one side….birds chirping….flying, trying out their stunts right below my eyes…the river on the other side, the sun rising from behind the mountains….I had never seen anything so beautiful….I ran across the dam, arms outstretched, eyes closed….it did feel I was flying…..that high was followed by an hour long chitchatting with the local policemen who let me hold on to their rifles….bullets….it sure was fun.

I continued wandering to the nearby forest….ate wild ‘ ber ’, tamarind…chased butterflies…swung from a banyan tree…helped a wood cutter with his work…looking forward to the days ahead.

Day 3 – Day began with the planned health regime over the dam, but climbing down 200 stairs to the foot of the dam made it so special…the rocks, the river, the slide of the dam so up close…couldn’t believe I was here…I had never thought I would be having so much fun, all by myself.

For the first time in my life, I realized how beautiful an echo can be….sounds great when it gets reflected from 3-4 directions of the surrounding mountains. Evening was spent playing cricket…teen patti with the poker chips along ;-) and eating stomach full of everything we could get our hands on from the canteen…

Day 4 – Today, the week long festival ‘ saptah’ ended…In 4 days itself, I feel attached to the villagers who now identify me as their doctor…Also, we had been having lunch and dinner (dal bhat and potato vegetable – everyday to be precise) at the temple everyday sitting on the floor with 200 villagers in the 'pangat'…

Today, I decided to serve them first instead of eating before….The satisfaction in doing that was immense….the regards for me in their eyes rose even more….I can never forget that smile on their faces.

Evening, played with 2 cute little stray dog puppies, right outside the community health center. Now, working on scripts for 2 street plays, one on ‘Diseases caused by Mosquitoes’ and the other on ‘Effects of illiteracy and women education’……It really takes so little to be happy.

Day 5 AND THE DAYS AHEAD – The exploration and the wandering is over now. The day begins with jogging, exercising and meditation on the dam surrounded by the beautiful scenery and nature in full bloom for company…get fresh, breakfast at a small local canteen (serves only tea, vada pav and missal pav) and then, off to work…Evening is spent studying, plating cricket, cards, listening to music and of course talking NON SENSE for hours…The first taste of hostel life had simply been awesome.

BACK HOME NOW FOR 3 DAYS (3 weeks of posting remaining) – The days spent in Vaitarna have been a beautiful learning experience for me. I have already got what I had set out to achieve…peace….motivation….satisfaction…love…calmness…I really have ‘rediscovered’ myself ‘again’ (grammatical error by purpose).

I DON’T KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE WOULD EVEN COME DOWN TO THESE LAST FEW LINES…..AFTER ALL THE DEFINITION OF ‘ TRUE HAPPINESS ‘ IS DIFFERENT FOR EACH OF US…..NEVERTHELESS, THROUGH THIS POST, I HAVE DONE MY BIT ON WHAT I TRULY BELIEVE IN –

“HAPPINESS ONLY REAL WHEN SHARED” – INTO THE WILD.

LOVE HURTS...

2010-11-28T01:51:00.000+05:30

Numb pain, emotions hide
Blank face, lonely inside
Lingering thoughts, aimless goals
Unanswered questions, impatient soul.

Broken trust, shattered dreams
Non healing scar, heart bleeds
Enlightened mind, delusive fear
Merciless love, SELF DROWNING TEARS…

LIFE SHARED, LIFE LIVED.

2010-11-21T02:37:00.000+05:30

The following is the anthem / song written for Narmada Kidney Foundation, a NGO associated with promotion of organ donation....surprisingly, it turned out to be my first studio recorded song ;-)

Today's the time, today's the platform
There is no tomorrow to choose from
Today's the time,
We are ready to donate our organs ?

Zaroorat hai ab, angon ki humko yahan
Marne ke baad, le jaoge tum kahan,
Kyun naa de inko zindagi kaa naam ?

Baat pate kii sunlo hamari ,
Ang daan karke, zindagi badalte hai hum,
Narmada Kidney Foundation..

Angon kaa, jo karte ho tum daan,
Mrityu mein de do jeevan daan,
Swarg milega,
Hai satya yeh.....

Aao, donors kaa de hum saath,
Recepients ke haaton mein haath,
Dil jaan se, unko salaam......

Kyun naa de inko inko zindagi kaa naam ?

Baat pate kii sunlo hamari ,
Ang daan karke, zindagi badalte hai hum,
Narmada Kidney Foundation,
Narmada Kidney Foundation....

DOWNLOAD - NKF TITLE TRACK
DOWNLOAD - NKF RINGTONE

THE INTERN SONG

2010-10-30T00:59:00.001+05:30

Intern Intern mujhe bulate,
Phone karke subah uthate,
Collections se main toh pak gaya yaar...

Bhagne ke main bahane dhundta,
Housie Reg kii gaali sunta,
Flight mode pe mobile chodta yaar...

Angio daal ke pak gaya hoon,
CT scans se thak gaya hoon,
Torture kab tak jhelunga main yaar...

Personal kaam mujhse karwate,
Chai nashta hum hain laate,
Saale, paise dene se katrate yaar...

Co intern mera kamina,
Mushkil kar deta woh jeena,
Kaamchor externs aate kyun hain yaar...

Sikhne ko kuch milta nahin,
Mama banke phirta wahin,
Completion ko main toh marta yaar...

Kab hogi degree haath mein,
Jeb mein paise, stetho saath mein,
Uss din kaa toh intezar hai yaar....

Youtube - THE INTERN SONG VIDEO

THE ART OF LIVING

2010-10-01T22:30:00.008+05:30

The following is a work of fiction and bears no resemblance to any person living or dead. The author takes no responsibility of your moron IQ to believe it and it cannot be used in a court of law as materialistic evidence. Reader’s discretion is advised.

Remember, the old school days…Ever since we were small and started going through the tough ordeal of giving exams, we began our fight to be the best….get the best marks so that we could be the tinkle of our teachers eyes...study hard…copying was considered a sin initially by us all because parents always taught, “Nakal utarna, gandi baat”.

But as the studies became more tough, competition becomes more fierce and intense during school, the urge came from within that if everyone is doing it, why shouldn’t we…initially, it begins as a “chu chu” to your neighbor and progresses to sitting with the answer sheet held straight vertically for the person sitting behind to see….and so with soaring confidence levels and the sense of achievement post exam without being caught, we begin the journey to be the masters of copying, till we stop giving exams forever…

I’m writing this because looking at the current scenario in college, everyone being bombarded with exams… all my juniors sitting in the RR looking rather worried, I cant help but get lost in those memories of me being in their place during my UG days…I would be wrong to say, “batch mein, sabse jyada meri hii phatti rehti thi”… after all, we were all in the same boat…THICK BOOKS, THICK BOOKS EVERYWHERE AND NOT THE TIME TO READ !! Nevertheless, giving internal exams used to be so much fun…

So after going through countless never ending exams in 4.5 years, Every Munnabhai and Munnibehen MBBS learn the following tricks of the exam trade...

Step 1-While preparing for the exam, inquire if any Reg has seen the question paper and is kind enough to share the vital piece of information. Be in touch with people from the hostel even if you have not spoken to them for the entire year.

Step 2- Pray that an intern / friendly houseman is sent as the invigilator so that he/she can stand at the door as a guard, may be help as a partner in crime and warn you when the seniors are around.

Step 3- Check if the micro Xeroxes have come properly without the last words missing and the mobile has proper network coverage for its GPRS for E books.

Step 4- Try going early to catch the second last bench (last benchers are usually called forward) in the corner row and make a scholar sit next to you with tall colleagues in front.

Step 5- Purely based on skills and guts…to have an open book in your lap with the best watch dogs around, never get caught while passing answer sheets, sitting in a posture with the entire answer visible to your neighbor…and lastly, good acting skills with a real tear even if you get caught (Gender bias exists here too….there exists a misconception that girls never copy)

In every exam, the person sitting in the middle row on the first bench is the most unlucky person in the batch. He curses his luck….the back benchers can’t stop themselves from laughing every time THE ONE looks back and makes an eye contact….Also, I consider them unlucky too who have geeky ‘matlabi’ neighbors who never HELP THEIR FRIENDS IN NEED….or will themselves expect you to tell them the answer but, when you are struggling, will reply in negative…

Exam starts, and so the ‘WASH UP’ / ‘WARMUP’ is done in the timing for the MCQs…Like me, there were many who used to wait for people around to finish INQUIRING the answers of MCQs from the reliable-better knowledgeable neighbors and finally write them all down in the last 5 minutes of the 30 minutes given….IT ALWAYS USED TO FEEL LIKE THE RAPID FIRE ROUND OF A GAY TALK SHOW…Karan and Shahrukh, nothing personal…

The feeling of jealousy is at its peak when you realize that the entire batch is copying from someone or the other and you are sitting, in your dreamy sleepy world looking at them with bubbles of expectations in your head…may be waiting for the animal in you to wake up and fill pages full of crap in the last 15 minutes…Looking at the unexpected result, sometimes its so much fun and taunting to realize that the person whom you copied the entire paper from scored less marks than you…can’t help but thank your stars…

Exams have fun moments too…We all smile when someone gets caught red handed, the news spreads like wild fire to the batch mates in the other rooms…..I remember one instance distinctly, it was the surgery exam and everyone was quietly writing pages full of answers considering we all had the books on our lap…A senior teacher, UG – PG both from LTMMC just peeped inside the room for a surprise visit and there was a loud thud with everyone closing their books suddenly and dropping them…Surprisingly, he just smiled, turned back and left without saying a word…We all smiled and had a sigh of relief too….But we didn’t worry, we all knew, surgery, ENT and forensic papers were never checked until now days….a reason for juniors to be more worried now.

Well, the ordeal for my batch and my seniors is over now…..I’m sure the juniors are not too far behind, may be they have devised better ways of copying by now…but looking back at those high tension days, the journey of every MBBS from being a geek who considered copying a sin in school to become a Master of copying has been memorable…and I'm glad I was part of it.

Now waiting patiently for the next opportunity, to show off our skills after years of practice…...till the day we will tell our children, “Nakal utarna, gandi baat”.

GOODBYE : END OF THE IGNITION 'BAND'AGE

2010-09-27T00:08:00.015+05:30

The following is an INCOMPLETE CRUDE BLUEPRINT of what might have been the last original song performed by us...but i guess, the dream will remain unfulfilled...Try singing it on a softer note with an acoustic guitar to feel it....I miss the days of the IGNITION BAND-AGE... :-(

Looking down the memory lanes
The days of fun and fights on games
The time, that is gone
Will not be back again...

We loved to entertain, today and in past
Our hearts danced too, when you had a blast
Time simply passed, like sand in hand
Last goodbye from the Ignition Band...

Those days of joys and nights of fun
We're gonna miss you everyone
Time has come, for our new start
Hope you keep us deep in your heart.....

Youtube Video - Crude Version

NA NA NA NA.....GOODBYE !!

2010-09-06T03:48:00.009+05:30

The following might not be the best deserving post to be on my blog but I wanted it here just because it was my honor (I'm scared too, I might lose the paper ) to be invited by the Department of Surgery as the undergraduate representative to give a speech on Dr.Gore's farewell and it meant a lot to me in my professional career. Also,it feels great to carry on with the mamagiri walking around the hospital and hear from many teachers and sisters whom you meet say unexpectedly," You spoke very well"...

The physiology hall was full right from the first bench to the last with around 30 others standing in the hall. I had not seen a bigger farewell than Dr.Gore's in the last 5 years. On the dais were eminent people like Dr.Oak (Director General, Medical education), Dr.Snehlata Deshmukh (Ex-Vice Chancellor, MumbaiUniversity), Dr.Kamath (Dean, LTMMC), Dr.Madhuri Gore and her husband, Dr.Anant Gore. Also present in the hall were Heads of almost all departments, retired teachers, honorary doctors, senior teachers and PG students (UG students are hardly interested in any such events except for the refreshments served afterward )…I have been on the stage a million times before but never did I feel the pride to be a part of the medical fraternity than I did on that day….I was not nervous at all…

And so I began –

Namaskar,
Respected Dr.Gore, all the dignitaries on the dais, teachers and my dear friends. It is my honor and my pleasure to be standing here in front of you to say a few words on the day of Dr.Gore’s farewell.

I want to begin on a lighter note…Since almost the whole of the surgery department is present here too, I will tell you all a small incidence. Once a surgery Reg goes to return some books borrowed from the library. The librarian quickly checks the book and says, “Sir, your books are always returned with the last page missing in every book…” The surgeon replies, “I can’t stop myself from removing an appendix wherever I see one, be it in person or in a book.”

Jokes apart, on a serious note, madam, as an undergraduate student because of your presence, we always felt safe….During the exams when students are trembling that Hi-Fi difficult questions would be thrown at them, you always started with the basics to give us that calming effect. Even in final year, when a student isn’t sure whether he/she will clear all 4 subjects or not, we knew that at least till you were there as the HOD, ‘Surgery practicals kaa koi tension nai hai’.

I as an intern was posted in Madam’s Unit for 45 days. On 1 night while taking a patient to Nair hospital for CT scan since ours wasn’t working, the old ambulance mama recollected the time when Gore madam was a houseman !! He said, nothing has changed till today. He remembered the days of joking around with her, having tea and helping her to get her work done faster so she could catch some sleep…He also added that even after becoming the Head of the Department of Surgery, Madam still recognizes him and doesn’t fail to ask, “Kasa ahach tu” gives them immense amount of pleasure.

Madam, we are thankful to you for everything that u have done for us. Words cant express the feelings always but emotions can…In the end, I just want to say…

The best you know, Is still to come
Its time for you, to have some fun
Travel around the world, do anything that you desired
All things are possible, now that you retired
A great retirement, for you is wished
By all of us, Madam you will be missed

Wish you all the very best for a new beginning…..Thank you.

"DOCSTAR" DREAMER

2010-08-22T00:42:00.000+05:30

Ever since in 2nd year when I started realizing that clinical medicine was not meant for me, I had been patiently waiting for my days at LTMMC to end. There was always the ‘something more’ that I kept looking for in life in these past 5 years which made me feel dissatisfied with the things happening around me. Added to that, most people in my batch could not accept the fact that I was different from them…..in my thought process….professional achievements…maturity, etc….for them it was attitude…for me it was just being me and it did not matter what they thought…the feeling of jealousy in their minds was there for me to see and I realized that most of them were only laughing behind my back and among them were ‘Friends’ who were not meant to be permanent.

In my 2nd year of MBBS when my dad underwent the CABG surgery, it was the most difficult time for me to cope with the pressure….My studies suffered, I lost all interest to be a doctor….I just wished somehow these days ended soon….It is a norm that people like to laugh on others to feel good themselves, not realizing what the other person is going through in this life…I hated many of my batch mates for that reason because I never wanted to be their ‘punching bag’. Yet, I continued on my SPIRITUAL AND PROFESSIONAL journey ALONE gathering all my strength to bear the remaining 3.5 years at Sion. Meanwhile, things did happen like the BAND, BMC, winning awards in various events organized By various departments, during college festivals, etc by which I tried to be chirpy, happy and come out of feeling low in college…Soon, I started to enjoy my loneliness….at least no one could hurt me…I became insensitive to people around…I was happy in my own world.

Finally after 4.5 years of entering this institute, on 9th Feb 2010, a day before my birthday, my results were out and I had passed MBBS ‘gracefully’….my happiness knew no bounds….that was the best birthday gift I could ask GOD for after all that I had gone through in the last 4.5 years.

Now, 6 months are over with internship and I can hardly wait for the remaining 6 to get over with soon too….to pursue my goals...to be among my definition of achievers…all-rounders…I spent 2 months preparing for the PG exam but there was always the call from within to follow my dreams...the way to which did not go through the ‘path of medicine’…and after 5 months of constantly fighting with my mind and heart, I decided to pursue an MBA now…This is the most crucial important INDEPENDENT decision of my life… because I know, if I click, everyone will be impressed that I had the courage to do something different…and if I don’t , those will be the people who will be laughing at me calling me an idiot to leave this lucrative, respectful, money minting noble profession to be a clinician…It doesn’t matter to me anymore…I know where I see myself in my professional career…

What makes me write this is because I’m so surprised by the way I feel now…last few days I have been feeling so nostalgic thinking that within 6 months from now, I will be out of the institute…the place where I would have spent glorious 5.5 years of life…I will miss this college, the hospital, the friends, the feel one gets to wear an apron and the stethoscope, the Band, the festivals and the celebration it had been all this while in LTMMC in spite of the constant bombardment of exams all throughout…after all it wasn’t so bad…But the fact remains that I want to continue on my journey…discovering what lies ahead…the surprises life will throw at me…But I’m satisfied with what I will take away from LTMMC…lots of fond memories and of course… the changed name …from Mohit to Dr.Mohit Garg….Forever.

LIVE - LOVE - LAUGH

2010-08-14T02:51:00.000+05:30

'Happiness is real only when shared' .... I have now realized happiness is within oneself and is just a state of one's mind. The face is the mirror of your heart and off lately I have been smiling a lot just because now I am so much at peace with myself. So here I am listing few words about things that I feel make many HAPPY too.

1. The first raindrops falling on your face.
2. Holding a new born baby.
3. Laughing with your best friends over crappy jokes.
4. Five minutes of extra sleep with the alarm on snooze.
5. Your first kiss.
6. Singing or dancing wildly while alone in you room / bathroom.
7. Appreciating the beauty of a full moon.
8. Eating a bar of chocolate before a major exam.
9. Standing in front of the vast ocean with arms outstretched to feel the breeze.
10. Boring lecture - corner row,last bench - a quiet sleep.
11. Your long time crush asking you for help.
12. Dim light in the room, just you and the acoustic guitar.
13. A hug from a friend when you feel low.
14. An open book exam.
15. Staring at the girl who doesn't mind your attention ;-)
16. Your graduation day / Your first salary in your hands.
17. Perfect weather, empty road, you and you bike/car.
18. Finding a Rs.100 note on the road.
19. A standing ovation when you are at the dais.
20. A patient comes back to you to say thank you.

And finally, the HAPPINESS AFTER A PRAYER when you really feel the need to be closer to GOD.

Thank you God, and thanks to life for everything :-) Its my time to shine now and I am raring to go...

ALL IZZ WELL !!

2010-07-27T13:07:00.008+05:30

The following is the jingle that got me the first prize in the ORS jingle making competition organised by the Indian Association of paediatrics on occasion of ORS week celebration’ 2010.

You all too can sing along to the tune of ‘ All Izz Well’ from the movie 3 idiots and you will have fun too…..so here it goes :

Jab Dast Ho out of control,
ORS ka packet khol,
ORS ka packet khol,
1 litre paani mein ghol,

All Izz Well...

Doctor hain jaane bache ka kya hoga,
Arre dast rukenge, bachu ke muh pe smile hoga,
Mummy naa maane itni jaldi fine hoga,

Toh ghol bana, pike dikha,
Pike dikha ke bol,

Mummy All Izz Well,
Arre Papa All Izz Well,
Arre Bhaiya All Izz Well,
Your bachu Izz well...

Sodium aur potassium ismein, glucose se bhi bhara yahi
Glucose mil hi gaya toh saala dast ka ata pata nahin,
Pet jo tera baar baar yeh ghabraye,
Pet pe rakhke haath usse tu phuslale,
ORS maine pii liya hai samjhade,

Toh ghol bana, pike dikha,
Pike dikha ke bol,

Mummy All Izz Well,
Arre Papa All Izz Well,
Arre Bhaiya All Izz Well,
Your bachu Izz well...

Rice water toh pii liya tha, dast toh phir bhi ruka nahin,
Pet toh saala khaali ho gaya, mummy ko yeh dikha nahin

Doctor hain jaane bache ka kya hoga,
Arre dast rukenge, bachu ke muh pe smile hoga,
Mummy naa mane itni jaldi fine hoga

Toh ghol bana, pike dikha,
Pike dikha ke bol

Mummy All Izz Well,
Arre Papa All Izz Well,
Arre Bhaiya All Izz Well,
Your bachu Izz well.

Youtube Video

EUPHORIA

2010-06-20T19:16:00.000+05:30

I had not been so optimistic for a while,
It feels so good to reconcile,
Looking forward now to how my future molds,
And to the sweet surprises, that destiny holds.

Waited so long for days like this,
Not looking back anymore on times I missed,
To be joyful within really takes so less,
I think I've found my key to happiness.

Though the road is long, I'm ready to walk,
In my sleep now, with the future I talk,
Just can't wait now, to stretch my wings,
And fly to my dreams, without the strings.

In this roller coaster life, with twists and bends,
I can only wish, this time doesn't end,
The days are gone when life was a mess,
I think I've found my key to happiness,
I think I've found my key to happiness...

MERA PAIGAM

2010-05-25T20:49:00.008+05:30

A poem written for a community programme at Dharavi.

Aao milkar haath badhao,
Desh ko apne swasth banao,
Saath badao apne kadam,
Sang sabhi toh jitenge hum.

Bharat desh hamara pyara,
Badti jansankhya ka hai maara,
Jor dekar socho sabhi,
Aabadi kam karni hogi abhi.

Jyada aabadi par khane ko kum,
Ghut ghut kar jeene mein nahin hai dum,
Lachari aur garibi se janata maili,
Tabhi bimariyan yahan hai faili.

TB ne Bharat mein banaya hai ghar,
Khasane aur thukne se faila magar,
Aaj 30% janata hai iska shikar,
Safai rakhne se iska vikar.

BCG kii ek dawai,
Bachpan mein yadi sabhi ne lagwai,
TB ka prakop hoga kum,
Pragati ki rah pe honge hum.

Ann hai hum sabhi ko khana,
Pet mein bimariyon ko kyun saath lejaana,
Ulti dast kam honge tabhi,
Jab haath dhoke khayenge sabhi.

Bachon ko yadi paani pilana,
20 minute tak usse jaroor ubalna,
Ulti dast se bachenge abhi,
Banenge bhavishya Bharat ke tabhi.

Ek bimari Bad rahi aage,
Naam sunate sabhi door bhagen,
AIDS hai wah kahlati,
Nahin dekhti woh dharm aur jaati.

Tode hain issne bahut pariwar,
Jhel rahe hain bahut iski maar,
Condom pahanne se isse mukti hai,
Sochiye, AIDS aapki zindagi badal sakti hai.

Swaasth kaa paigam failana hai hum sabhi ka dharam,
Safai rakhke tum karo ache karm,
Yah paath yaad rakh ai Insaan,
Doctor ko mat bana bhagwan
Doctor ko mat bana bhagwan !!

" MR. WAIT-ER "

2010-04-30T02:02:00.007+05:30

Since an intern has no work in the OPD apart from filling the forms, writing the history and sending the patient to a real doctor, I decided to observe a group of people who regularly visit us on all OPD days…They are usually seen in groups, anything between 5 to 25 and would be for sure the most patient of all people I can see in the hospital everyday…They are used to spending hours waiting in the OPD, usually talking crap about the doctor they will be meeting in a few hours and then greeting the same doctor with a smile and free gifts for being so kind to them…The waiting period is not so boring as they do check out the other beautiful gender of their same species sent as baits by pharmaceutical companies....Yes, you’ve guessed it right….This article is dedicated to our dear friends whom we don’t want to meet during OPD hours, unless they come with a nice gift apart from a 2 rupee pen in a 5 rupee box…. Their designations may be business executives, product detail men or territory sales executives, but in common parlance they are the heavy-medicine-bag-toting MRs (Medical representatives)….

The OPD notice board says NO MRs TILL 12:30 PM and yet they arrive before the patients do in the morning….Suddenly they enter our room, dodging the mama and place on our already full table a piece of advertisement paper, a free pen garnished with free samples, say something so quickly, I can hardly make out at times and leave in a hurry too…. Most of them are under-informed about their products, one question to them and they go blank like we do during our viva exams….In the OPD, the residents are also not so clean…hardly they make an eye contact with a male MR and just nod their heads while the MR recites his “rata hua rhyme”, to make an impression that they are listening….But due to acute shortage of good looking female doctors/Interns/students in Sion hospital, they cannot stop themselves from at least checking out and listening to a pretty female MR on hearing a sweet voice while writing the history...

It so happened that once while I was loitering towards the MICU, I heard someone call me from behind…I turned back to see a person, nicely dressed in a tie whom I had never seen in my life before..."Sir, I have something for you", he said as he opened his treasure vault….I peeped inside to see letter pads, small utensils, paper weights, etc…I said I want none…Yet he quickly took out a cheap pen…and said, “RABECIP and PAN….please prescribe….” I smiled to myself and left without entertaining him…Since then, I decided to keep a close watch on such funny kinds...

On the last OPD day of my medicine posting, the senior resident did not come…It was left to the housie and me to manage the entire 4 hours of the OPD…Last 2-3 patients when the housie too left I was left alone in the room….Suddenly I found myself surrounded by more than 20 MRs ready to pounce on me with their product catalogue as their claws…Main toh apni izzat bachake bhaag gaya….he he..

Its not that we as doctors don’t care about our dear friends(sarcasm)…When ever we need medicine for ourselves, we do ACT to be friendly while tracking the familiar face we might have seen in the OPD….Also, when ever the college needs sponsorship to hold CMEs, hardly it is possible without the MRs…During lunch too, someone is required to make sure the doctors are taken good care of and the MRs fit the job perfectly as waiters…They also give evidence of primitive smartness when after the ban by MCI on gifts costing more than Rs.1000 for doctors, they started getting stuff with MRP. of Rs.999 for senior doctors..lols

It has been only 2.5 months that I’ve been keeping an eye on them…Looking forward to new encounters with this specie Medical representatives in future and I hope THE FRIENDSHIP ONLY GROWS (pun intended)….After all who doesn’t like to be pampered with free gifts (a pen is a gift for an intern because even if you don’t have a stethoscope, one can be called an intern if he/she is wearing a dirty ink stained apron and has a PEN) for just being who you are…a doctor !!

THE UNTOLD TRUTH...

2010-03-30T21:11:00.009+05:30

Currently posted in the Medicine ICU, I’m learning a lot dealing with the intensive care the patients need there. But a case that has caught my eyes is that of a 23 year old engineer,male patient…perfectly alright 2 days back when he developed lower limb weakness…admitted in a private hospital…gets critical…sent to Sion hospital…comes gasping in the EMS…developed hypoxic ischemic encephalopathy…brain dead now…in just 2 days !! Nothing new ? Well, the catch is that he was sent IN AN AMBULANCE FROM THE PRIVATE HOSPITAL WHICH HAD NO OXYGEN CYLINDER IN IT….this is the only petty reason that young man will lose his life.

Sitting in the MICU, I can only watch as the relatives come and see him…Old parents come to his bed….pray…. apply a ‘tika’ on his forehead every morning in the hope that may be it will help him back to life…Mother trying to hold his hand, crying, asking her son to talk to her…continuously speaking…reminding him of old days spent together…may be he is hearing….may be he can hear his mother’s cries….Brother, father, grandparents, everyone there…it is really disheartening to see them crying…I can’t look in their eyes at times...I do not want to see their hopes die, looking in my eyes...I too get very emotional at times...

The family has not yet been informed about the Brain dead status of the patient…They will not be able to face it in such a short interval of time…Who should be held responsible for his death ?...the private hospital doctor for sure…..for being so insane to send a critically ill patient without a basic oxygen ? Why should the family not be told about this? Why should the truth be hidden from them?... it was not the patient’s disease that will eventually claim his life but the unpardonable mistake on the part of that doctor to send him without OXYGEN !!

Because I cannot stand against anything that is wrong, I decided to argue with my senior that the relatives had every right to be told about this…But the only reply I got was that we don’t put our colleagues into trouble…a MEDICAL ETHIC !!...I better remain quiet…. Is it right I still question ?

Our next line of management….Keep the patient on the ventilator for 1 more week, raise their hopes in these 7 days,eventually declare the patient brain dead…and then ENCOURAGE THE RELATIVES FOR ORGAN DONATION….

Sad…I can’t help much…But it has left an impact on me…Its very sad, even for us as doctors to look into the eyes of a relative and tell them that the patient is no more…And here we had something more to say, an answer to all their questions…the truth…which will never be told !! The truth...which will be cremated with the patient !!

JUST SAY NO.

2010-03-11T00:17:00.000+05:30

I happened to find a piece of paper on which was scribbled a small jingle which was written for a competition in college on 'DEADDICTION'. Does not actually meet up to my standards... but still, all my original work deserves a place on this blog....After all, it was a difficult topic to write on....

ON THE TUNE OF, "CHALTE CHALTE, MERE YEH GEET YAAD KAKHNA, KABHI ALVIDA NAA KEHNA - KISHORE KUMAR"...here it goes :-

Fukte Fukte, mere yeh words yaad rakhna,
Stay away from addiction,
Stay away from addiction.

Ro-oge, Hasoge, nashe mein tum,
Phir sabse kehna,
Kabhi drugs mat tum lena,
Kabhi drugs mat tum lena...

Kahta hun doston, Nasha karte hain kabhi agar,
Lat padjayegi tumhe, Jeevan hoga khatam,
Family ke sapnon ko tum, yun marne mat dena...

Stay away from addiction,
Stay away from addiction.

Cigarette drugs lete lete, depression ho jaye tumhe kabhi,
Anonymus group join karke, will power ki takat dekhna tabhi
Zindagi ko phir tum, yuhin sajake rahkna...

Kabhi drugs mat tum lena,
Kabhi drugs mat tum lena...

CHILD WITHIN...

2010-03-01T00:23:00.008+05:30

Adulthood came so quickly,I didn’t realize,
Now,with my while coat and stethoscope,I look very wise,
But the child in me didn’t grow up,as time went by,
I searched within,now I know the reasons why…

How I wish I could go back in time,
Live this life again,that childhood,which was mine
Wish it had more colors,I wonder in pain,
So helpless I’m to that child, which craves to grow up again…

This is the irony of life…When we’re kids , we yearn to grow up quickly…run behind success, money, materialistic things, etc….and when we finally step into that phase of our lives and look back in time, how we wish we had never grown up…. :-(

MY PUZZLEMENT

2010-02-21T03:06:00.007+05:30

Looking back at the last 4.5 years at LTMMC,I still can’t believe that it’s finally over. The memory of the first day in med school is still very fresh in my mind as if it was yesterday. The journey to become a doctor after going through innumerable hours of frustrating pressure of studying throughout,exams,exams and more exams, has finally come to an end….I have GRACEFULLY managed to pass MBBS now. What was more thrilling for me was that the result came a day before my birthday…double celebration time for me….it’s a feeling that can’t be described in words….it took me 3 days of staring at the print out of my mark sheet for the feeling to finally sink in….I shall now remain Dr.Mohit Garg till I cease to exist.

But the big question for me still remains…It has become increasingly difficult for me to decide my next and the most crucial step in life….There are clashes within, when the things that you want to do and the things that you should do don’t go hand in hand….The same is the case with me now….

As of now, there are no compulsions with me so as to what I should do next…my parents have been supportive enough to let me do what I want….But I can’t decide on whether to continue walking this LONG path of medical field or opt for an MBA or non clinical fields now…No doubt that this is a noble profession, money flows in at a later stage of life, there is social security and respect, doctor are considered as Gods, etc,etc …But at what cost ???

People who come to medicine are the most studious of all….Since school days,they start running the rat race to come among the rank holders in school year after year….they miss out on their childhood,time playing with friends,spending time with family…and basically the beauty that life offers us…That was about childhood…studying, studying, more studies they manage to get admission in top medical colleges….complete MBBS with internship at 23-24 years of age and again get back to studies for post graduate to become a MD/MS at 28-29…immediately people want to settle down in life, get married ,start a family before one gets too old to even be able to play cricket with their own kid, and many continue for super specialization courses….In short BACHELORHOOD IS ALSO GONE BEFORE THEY REALISE IT….and then they start life earning what many of my engineering friends started at 22….with gradual progress, doctors have a fairytale life after that….

But what they forget while working to have their secure future and a happy life, be able to enjoy all the materialistic things that money can buy , cars, gadgets, etc…is that their PARENTS HAVE BECOME OLD, they missed out on time with family and old friends…and the beauty of life that I spoke about earlier…as it is life expectancy has become short these days due to the increasing incidence of obesity, diabetes, hypertension among general population….and more than half of it is spent studying by we doctors….

MBBS plus an MBA from a premier institute is a very rare combination and very much in demand these days by pharmaceutical companies and corporate hospitals…One starts with a very good package at an early stage of the career, you get time to do things that you like to do, involve yourself in a bit of extracurricular activities, not become antisocial and arrogant that many doctors get with their success, etc….I agree that you would no longer be the God that people make you…but you get to travel (not for conferences only), meet people you would not like to see just as patients…. at least a good life for an ambitious, hard working and adventurous guy like me who loves to live life to the fullest…feeling happy even for the smallest of things that life gifts me.

But here I am, writing this at 2:30 am … all confused…sitting and watching, as the medical student world, my friends included gear up for PG CET 2010…with just one hope that may be I would fall in love with clinical and practical aspect of becoming a doctor during internship which starts after 2 days when I actually see patients as patients and not as a dummy for passing the exams like everyone do…till then, trying to get back in shape to lose all the extra pounds gained which comes free with the sedentary life of a medical undergraduate, save the hair which are left on my scalp from deserting me and more importantly have a happy, cool and calm attitude towards life…enjoying its sweet music…away from the hyper, frustrated side of me that I saw in the last 5.5 years….it really surprised me.

I just hope I find my answer soon….

A BIOGRAPY

2010-02-04T20:38:00.004+05:30

The following is a biography I was requested to write, for a senior teacher of mine during my years at Medical School for her Family function....Heart touching emotional reflection of her life....I salute you Ma'am.

On this auspicious day when Ganpati Bappa has blessed us all and left to come back again next year, I feel lucky to be spending this time with my dear ones, my family, children, the people who matter to me the most in my life, “my world”…. and so today, I want to share with you all some thoughts from the pages of my life.

Last few days, I have been feeling emotional, nostalgic and I thought for a long time to share with you all, the thoughts, the hurt, the anger that lay hidden in the deepest corners of my heart. “Zindagi sab ko sab kuch nahin deti, Par sab ko kuch kuch zaroor deti hai ”

I was born and brought up in a very middle class family…enjoying myself…satisfied...happy being the eldest among 4 brothers and sisters…. Like a good daughter, I did everything for my siblings…. loved them...played with them, guided them…gave them all the love that they should have got from their eldest sister.

Time went by, we all started to grow up…school…studies…I was always the hardworking person…I wanted to be the best…I worked hard to be the perfect daughter…set an example for my siblings…so, surprisingly, all my hard work paid off and I stood 16^th in the state merit list in my 10^th std…that was the first time I actually saw “Khushi ke aasun” in my parents eyes…we all were so happy with my achievement…I continued to work hard because I was always ambitious, understood my responsibilities…and by God’s grace, I had the option to go for medicine or engineering both after 12^th…I chose medicine because my father wanted me to be a doctor and I was interested too…So I had no regrets about what life offered me till then…I was happy because my family was happy.

The feeling to push myself to the limit…work hard made me work even harder during my MBBS days and with my hard work, I stood 3^rd in Mumbai University too. My family was over the moon and I felt the sense of pride too…my efforts had paid off…I had every specialty branch available…medicine / surgery/ gynac, obs but I chose pediatrics by choice… I was the eldest sister naa…I loved my brothers and sisters like kids only…I kept going on, working hard to support my family...my brothers education because we knew we had to help ourselves with whatever resources we had…I educated my brother so he could support my youngest sister…look now…she has grown up to be a dentist…I’m so proud of you too…Till these years, everything was a perfect story, but the family needs were increasing, I could feel the pressure, the responsibility…and I continued my journey working as hard as I could…I then stood 6^th in the DM entrance exam…I was getting gastroenterology which I always wanted but at the same time, I was getting a job in railways as a Class I gadded medical officer…This was the first major sacrifice in my life…I left the DM seat to help my family because they needed me at that time… I knew tough time lay ahead.

As time went by, I felt that it was time I should get married and settle down in life…I should have my own house, family, kids… So I had an arranged marriage with Dr. XXXX…a very down to earth person from an average middle class family like ours…Together, we started of with our married journey…arranging funds for the house…taking a loan…running a pathology lab in Nalasopara… A normal middle class hard life story…but the shocker came when 6 months after marriage, I was diagnosed with a brain tumor…though it was a benign one, it left us devastated…Meanwhile, we also went through the problem of infertility…I underwent treatment, got pregnant…but we came to know that it was a quadruplet pregnancy…we both accepted it…But after 4.5 months, all 4 had an IUD…. It shook our world and I started to understand that life doesn’t give you everything what you want…no matter how good a person you are…I began to value life more…wanted to make more out of it...Till the 3^rd decade of my lifetime, I was satisfied in spite of what I went through, hardships, sacrifices...it was fine.

But then, life took a 180 degree turn…my world turned upside down…I lost the elder of my 2 brothers at a young age of 26 due to SJ syndrome...I was broken…Then in 1996, I lost Dr. XXXX in a car accident…I was left alone…shattered…I couldn’t understand what was happening in my life…was it really happening with me, I asked God? Why? …I didn’t get my answers…all my dreams were shattered in front of my own eyes like a pack of cards and I couldn’t do anything…But that women instinct to embrace motherhood kept asking me to move on in life...however hard it was and so meanwhile, I adopted my niece…Then I met my current husband Mr. YYYYYY who had lost his wife too and had 4 children…We met and he asked me if I was ready to accept his 4 children along with him…I didn’t know what to do…Then I thought , may be God wanted me to move on too and he had given me back my 4 unborn children whom I had lost….with a family…another chance at life and here I am with you all…I was happy again…forgetting my past…accepting it as destiny, life went on happily…But my world broke apart again when I lost both. My mother and father in a span of 1 year...I was angry with life...It was too unkind I felt…I was helpless but I had you all with me as my support and I love you all for that…

After going through all this struggle, hardships, sacrifices….I have seen a lot of life…how difficult it is…it teaches you everything…you get something and you lose something…. that there is a price for everything…I have done everything in my capacity to balance between my career and family…Life has taught me a lot and I have come a long way…and it would have not been possible to go through the wonderful learning experience without all your support and love, of course…From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank you for being there for being there for me…I love you all a lot…and so my journey continues with 1 thought… “ We never have what we like, we never like what we have, still we live, love and hope that some day, we will get what we love or love what we want !! That’s my life ”

Thank you

GO GOA !

2010-01-11T21:49:00.000+05:30

It was an absolutely amazing trip to Goa…totally unplanned, unexpected…Got a call from Chetan for normal friend’s talk when he asked me if we could go to Goa next evening and without thinking, I immediately said yes…. Sagar too was joining us…Got the Volvo tickets, hotel booked the next morning and off we were for a 3 days adventure.

The first shocker came when we realized that we had been conned by the travel agent...It wasn’t a Volvo, and it had people sleeping over our heads in the semi sleeper which caught us unawares….The hotel was great though, only 5 minutes from Calangute beach.. We hired scooters and instead of traveling the conventional roads, we rode through the deep villages to get glimpse of the most beautiful beaches in Goa…and the bikini clad ‘Firangi’ babes of course….

An event I will cherish for the rest of my life, is when all our 3 bike keys got lost from Chetan’s shorts while swimming in the sea….all our clothes, mobiles and cameras were in the scooter under the seats...we stranded about 10 kms from our hotel…and Sagar travelled all that distance in a towel asking for free lifts to reach the owner for duplicate keys…hats off to you bro, I couldn’t have done that…While waiting for him, we had a great time making friends with a few local boys…they ‘enlightened’ me as for the first time I came to know that both ‘Acid’ and ‘Score’ meant hashish and marijuana, etc in Goa and not what the chemistry books or what American Pie movies taught me respectively…

In those 3 days, we rode about 250 kms in Goa….a perfect trip riding with friends…I now realize that its so boring to visit a place like Goa with family where you cannot turn around to get a second look of the beautiful women who catch your eyes every now and then….he he…Loved the para sailing, cruising on the bullet, the motor boat ride, etc. It was a trip I’ll always remember…

It has been 6 years now that I started to be a part of this journey to be a doctor while preparing for the CET exam…Going through the tormenting, boring 4.5 years studies in medicine, I didn’t realize how ‘LIFE’ just went by…unlike my engineering counterpart friends who study only a month before exams, we doctors slog round the years….I could do nothing about turning into a boring geek sort of a guy away from this fun filled adventurous life that I actually love so much… I have been places in these 6 years with family but nothing comes close to these awesome 3 days I had in Goa…

Not planning to touch my books anytime soon…I am fed up of running in this rat race for a very long time since school days, it doesn’t get you anywhere….I want to reclaim my LIVELY LIFE now...like the days i just spent...

SUICIDE -THE MENACE

2010-01-05T21:22:00.001+05:30

Though I welcomed the new year on a happy note, away from all the worry of the tormenting MBBS studies by watching ‘3 Idiots’, I knew my brother wasn’t having the best day as one of his dentist friend's body was being flown back to India on new year after he died in a tragic car accident in the US….Back home, I watched news of an air hostess commit suicide by jumping from the 12th floor of a cruise ship…. A sad new year gift both families received !!

But over the last 4 days, there have been incidents which bother me….the ragging episode at KEM, all thanks to ‘3 idiots’ which got 18 other idiots with no hostel room and headlines in the news, an engineering college girl committing suicide for failing in her exams, an 11 year old girl kills herself as her dance classes were discontinued, a 12 year old boy commits suicide in his school toilet yesterday…

What the hell is happening to people? Why has life suddenly become so cheap…why is it that people foolishly, impulsively decide to end their lives…I have no answers…all I can say is they are cowards who leave their family mourning looking at the lifeless bodies…

A few facts straight from my psychiatry book…
- A person commits suicide every 6 minutes in India.
- Method: Organophosphate poisoning > hanging > throwing oneself in front of a train
- Incidence: Males > females , age group 18-30 years

Who is to be blamed? The rat race among all students to come 1st, the ‘andha kanoon’-Indian judiciary, the Indian politics which is just another joke, the parents, the police or may be its us..We are unable to value this gift of life. It is sad to see such things happen day to day in India..The congress tag line says ' India shinning’…but I guess India is just going deeper into a black hole and there is no hope…The politicians including the Prime Minister, the puppet President should all come out of their air conditioned homes and dark tinted bullet proof cars to have a look at what life people are living and problems they are facing to stop this menace of the increasing number of suicides in India..

I wrote this because I am deeply disturbed by such news of people including children acting GOD….they have no right to take away the happiness of their loved ones…it’s the worst thing in life for a parent to give a ‘ kandha to the arthi’ of their own child….when will people understand? May be NEVER…. :-(

SIGNING OFF

2009-10-28T21:16:00.001+05:30

Its been a great year of blogging....I personally did enjoy writing every article till date...the last exams for completing M.B.B.S coming up in about 20 days...So signing off from all active blogging, internet, television, newspaper, guitar, etc.....

Next post in Jan, 2010.....Love.....Mohit :-)

ROSY DREAMS IN HELL...

2009-09-30T21:48:00.008+05:30

A FEW RANDOM WORDS FROM MY FRUSTRATED, SATURATED BRAIN, DUE TO THE PRESSURE OF THE LAST MBBS EXAMS...

I came here with my rosy dreams
In my mind I had the wonderland themes
The scene would be great I always thought
To act God when life and death fought…

But now, I’ve realized that

Being a doctor is so very tough
Struggling to pass makes the journey all rough
Frustrated you get, psycho you act
Also final year makes you so very fat…

You feel pushed back, as the world walks past
And I’m counting days as it ends at last..

...45 days to go for the last battle with MUHS university in MBBS….hope I get freedom from my tormentors soon..the exams....forever

Oh yes, a few words for a handful of people in college too....whom I can never forgive….

There was a time when I was sad
It was due to the bad time that I had
Depressed I was, you people thought
You laughed over me, abused me, as I fought…

Yeah, looking back on time, it was a long pause
But now I’m back, to the person I was
My confidence is back, my head held high
The change is prominent, you people ask why…

“You guys suck”, I want to tell them
Have you had a life anytime, when?
It is my time now, taste the bitter ginger
Critics, I show you my middle finger….F#@K off !!!