Showing posts with label Medical School Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Medical School Memories. Show all posts

Friday, June 26, 2020

The Untold Truth...





The following is a story from my under graduation days, written more than 10 years back while I was posted in the Medicine ICU, the place to learn the ABCs of intensive care.

Though there are stories everyday which can be told, a case that I distinctly remember to this day was that of a 23-year-old engineer, male patient of mine. He was perfectly alright 2 days prior to the onset of symptoms, which began with lower limb weakness. He was admitted in a private nursing home and was referred to the government hospital when he deteriorated and was brought to the EMS in a gasping state (fighting to take breaths, another sign of cardiac arrest). Deficiency of oxygen for even a few minutes due to the absence of blood flow, the brain can get permanently damaged - hypoxic-ischemic encephalopathy. It deteriorated further, he became brain dead… 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.

Imagine the rest of the post – like a movie – in the present tense.

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 maybe 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. Maybe he is hearing her, maybe 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 braindead 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 or the lack of proper ambulance services in the country, for being so irresponsible 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- apparently, a MEDICAL ETHIC! I better remain quiet. Is it right, I still question?

Our next line of management says, "Keep the patient on the ventilator for a few days till the family gets an acceptance of the poor prognosis, eventually declare the patient braindead," and then ENCOURAGE THE RELATIVES FOR ORGAN DONATION.

Sad. I can’t help much. But it has left an impact on me. It's 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.

Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Medicine is no longer lucrative, my prophecy from 2005.



Just happened to find the following scribbled on a piece of paper, and realized it was my impromptu debate competition speech during SLICE at LTMMC’ 2005. 

Remember the time when you were small and sick. The next moment you see a doctor holding a big syringe ready to pull your undies down and give you the hell like feeling. Was that a good feeling? No my friends….not for me at least.

History repeats itself and here I am today going through the same time. Surely I am going to heaven when I die because I am already going through hell.

On this note, respected judges, teachers and my dear friends, I am Mohit Garg and I am going to speak on Medicine is no longer lucrative.

Medicine, the so called golden field is now turning black - Blackened by the privatization of colleges, by the commercialization of this profession, the rural MO ship issues and the flourishing quack business. Along with this, you get a garnish of the risks of occupational hazards. 1 drop of semen can give you a life, and 1 drop of patient’s blood can ruin your life.

Patients have now become customers for the doctors. Medicine now remains only for the rich. See your non doctor friends, moving ahead in life, getting married, enjoying a good family life; and by the time they have a Mercedes, we will be looking for loans to buy a motorcycle.

I advise you to kindly spread this message, those who want to experience life of a mama, come to a medical college. You’ll all turn out to be a ‘speksy, taklu, frustrated, depressed, sex starved and a patient in the psychiatry OPD yourself. By the time you finish medical school, even your girlfriend will look like a maid.

I would like to end this by a great saying, Medicine is like a public toilet, people inside wanting to get out and people outside rushing to get in. For those pursuing it, Medicine will be like a spider which gets entangled in its own web.

Monday, May 2, 2011

The Personality Contest


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,
………………………………

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

College days unplugged


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 8th 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 !!

Friday, December 24, 2010

Vaitarna Diaries


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.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

The Intern Song.



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....

Friday, October 1, 2010

The Art of Living.


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”.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Na Na Na Na.....Goodbye !!


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.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

All Izz Well...


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.

Friday, April 30, 2010

"MR. Wait-er"


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 !!

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Just Say No...


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...

Monday, December 7, 2009

Bad policies that are the real cause of brain draining of medicos.


Respected judges, teachers and my dear friends, I am Mohit Garg present before you to show my strong feelings that its bad policies that are the real cause of brain draining of medicos.

Policy 1 – Headlines from the Times of India: Rural stint for medicos compulsory. Another new policy which the old men sitting in parliament had decided for us. Serving 1 year in a village after spending 5.5 years graduating and another 1 year after post graduation at a salary which a clerk can manage today….Sounds stupid, right? By the time we are 29-30 and start life, we see our colleagues in other fields enjoying life, having all luxuries they require.

Policy 2- Reservation: India is the only country on earth where there is more than 50% reservation. It is extremely difficult to be from an open category, slog it out and still not get a stream of your choice, whereas a person having a certificate stating they were ONCE BACKWORD move a mile ahead of you in life and at a faster rate. I see no reason why brain draining of medicos should not happen.

Policy 3- Slogging 24x7: I don’t think I need to explain this policy. I make this question open to all of you. Would one choose to work 5 days like a donkey and 2 days like a king or to spend all 7 days like a donkey with no rest, not enjoying what we are doing, our aptitude to work. Do you think this ‘chalta hai’ attitude can get us any far?

Policy 4- No evaluation system: In India, your place in the establishment is not verified from time to time. Eg. The time taken to a medico from a lecturer to associate professor to the HOD is fixed at 10-15 years. It is not based on one’s capabilities or their contribution to the department.

Policy 5- Amending Constitution, its child’s play: Unlike other countries, it is easy to make amendments in the constitution. The volatility of the government decides the direction of our life. Joining medicine is like a sword to the neck, we don’t know which way it will sway with the change in government.

Policy 6- Smother the medicos of the future: I suppose when all doctors decide to go abroad, the government will surely come up with a bond of Rs. 25-50 lakhs.

In the end, I suggest you book your tickets now, don’t know if the government will come up with a new policy tomorrow.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Rosy dreams in hell...













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 !!!

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Prize winning Jingle' 09


This was my jingle that got me the second prize in the INDIAN ASSOCIATION OF PAEDIATRICS jingle making competition on ORS (oral rehydration solution) –OFFERS THE REAL SOLUTION.

Bache ko ulti hai, dast bhi hain
Body mein paani kam hai
Sukhi hai, aakhen bhi
Bacchu bhi bahut nam hai

Toh ORS ghar mein laao
Ek litre paani mein milao
Bache ko tum pilao
Improvement dekhte jaao

Kyunki, Body mein jab ho Sodium,potassium ki kami
ORS har jagah milta,sabke liye sahi

Toh ORS ghar mein laao
Ek litre paani mein milao
Bache ko tum pilao
Improvement dekhte jaao

Bharosa hai doctoron ko bahut ispe
Kitni jaane hain isne bachai
Ulti dast se nipatne ki hai yeh
Sabse sahi davai

Sarkari asptaal mein aao
Apne bacche ko dikhlao
Sahi ilaj phir tum paao
Aur muft mein ORS le jaao

Kyunki, Body mein jab ho Sodium,potassium ki kami
ORS har jagah milta,sabke liye sahi

Toh ORS ghar mein laao
Ek litre paani mein milao
Bache ko tum pilao
Improvement dekhte jaao
Improvement dekhte jaao
Improvement dekhte jaao……

Friday, April 3, 2009

UFF, YEH FINAL YEAR

Final Year ab aa gaya hai
Padhai kaa maahol chaa gaya hai
Main bhi kar raha hoon lay ki khooj
Isliye pahunch jaata hoon jaldi library roj.

Harrison,Baily padne ko kahten hain sabhi
Manipal,Mathews par atkaa hoon abhi
Inn ke prakop se log kya bach payenge
Baag mein sabhi apni aukaat par aa jayenge.

Aajkal toh ghar kaa khana bhi nahin khataa hoon
Din bhar main college mein hee paaya jaata hoon
Phir bhi vajan bad raha hai mera,Shayad BMR kam ho chalaa
Tabhi toh soochu kaise ho gaya 75 se main 90 bhalaa.

Posting ,clinics se main pak gayaa hoon
Train kii bhid se thak gayaa hoon
Life mein mazeee ki badi kami hai
Saala apni toh koi girlfriend bhi nahi bani hai.

Na jaane kab hoga yeh final year khatam
Kab banenge hum bhi MAMA INTERN
Tabh patient bhi humse khush rahenge
Jab humbhi khud ko Doctor kahenge
Jab humbhi khud ko Doctor kahenge

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Sound Of Appreciation


Another year when Band IGNITION rocked the crowd at ASHWAMEDH ’09 and proved to be better than the Marathi night or the celebrity night with the Band of Boys….As I looked at the videos again, if feels so very good to see the crowd dance to our tunes…Personally for me ,it feels great to hear one’s own words being sung (I might sound to be self obsessed)…but a still greater feeling when we were appreciated for our hard work….someone comes up to ask for the videos, lyrics, etc…The best complement that we got was one from our college watchman, a person who would not have understood more than 15 min of our 1 hour rock packed performance come and say, “khoob changla kela hoto tumhi”.

I really believe there is no better feeling than being applauded….that is truly what I yearn for in my life. Be it studying, writing, music, drawing, photography, debating,…everything that I can think of…Who doesn’t want recognition? I believe that one should not grow linearly in only a particular field (eg. medicine) but in all directions…Why not tap your talents and potentials now than to regret later when the time is all gone?...It might come at a cost now but the sweet music of applause will cover it all up.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Med PG CET - Scrapped ?


18 February/2009- The Times of India
“ Med PG aspirants may not have to sit for entrance exam.”

I woke up that morning and was shocked to read this piece of news that within the next two years, PG CET is likely to be scrapped. The feeling of anger immediately took over me….I felt like being smothered and betrayed by the State Govt. Why is it that only DMER Maharashtra alone comes up with such heart braking ideas…..demoralise us as future doctors .CET is platform where all of medical aspirants are given a common platform to prove our worth. Is it the high percentage during UG, a certificate that we become a good doctors, or is it the application of what we learn in 4.5 years, in the CET exam that is a reflection of our education standards ?

When everything was going fine, what is the need to take such drastic steps to crush our dreams. When I came to this profession chasing my dreams, little did I realize that I would need a long medical lineage, a surname or a Godfather to make them come true. Many of us find it difficult to put our answers in stories….scoring less marks….does that mean that we know less than our high % seekers ?? The Govt. thinks that this will make better MBBS doctors…true….Sir, but please understand that an MBBS does not stand anywhere today….we cannot survive in this competitive outside world ‘except in the villages’ without a post graduate degree…..No doctor will say that he came in this field for SOCIAL SERVICE…..MBBS is already long enough and the Govt. seems to be leaving no stone unturned to make matters worse….By the time we will finish SECURING a PG admission and COMPLETING that, we would all be bald or at least with grey hair.

I can only say is that this move will only increase corruption to sell post graduate seats among Govt. Medical colleges too…..Beware private colleges, you will have competition in your business ! 51 % reservation-reluctantly acceptable, MO ship-we will manage (most of us do not have Rs.5 Lac to pay the Govt. just for 1 year…wished we had a salary like that….Thanks for the bait of Rs.1 Lac anyways…..But scrapping PG CET –not acceptable at all costs. I think its time that the medical fraternity and all students come together and oppose this INSANE move.

WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR ??Be your own GODFATHER.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

BMC' 2009 -The Story


This article is dedicated in the MEMORY OF THOSE MEMORIES that I will cherish for a lifetime…all thanks to this WANAR SENA at LTMMC that made every moment special…..Guys, this one is just for you and a tribute to the person who put in more than we did really…Dr.Prayag Kini….the person whose vision we all justified and fulfilled by our confidence and hard work. I really would have been lying if I would say that did not want to participate in BMC ’09….but to be frank, the thought of final year studies really makes you to have second thoughts. I did not participate last two years after my Dad’s CABG that really put me in a shell not wanting to be the same person that I always was…..But thanks to you guys who wanted me to JUST REVIEW YOUR SPEECHES!!And Prayag sir who kept saying, “Mohit will not say no…..usko ward exam pass karna hai”, that I got to fulfill a wish, never too late….

Sorry Guys……I did not turn up too much for the training session, so I am in no position to write an emotional letter like Nitesh, but I still have tried to hit a century by these thoughts on a lighter note.So here it goes…..

President to the Board for BMC selection at LTMMC - Dr. ND Moulik
Team Manager - Dr.Prayag Kini(SRK of the LT NIGHTREADERS,wished it would have ended like chak de India)
Team Physiotherapist – Dr.Sohum Dave,the only person on Earth to be certified a Doctor in front of 3 senior doctors in flat 35 days
Commentators – Dr.Uma Sunder and Dr.Alok Sharma to whom we all are really grateful for their inputs and suggestions.

TEAM MEMBERS ARE AS FOLLOWS IN THE ORDER OF APPEARANCE :-

1)NIDHI- Captain who did a good job like MSD to lead FROM FRONT….AND TRYING ALL POSITIONS OTHERWISE.

2)ABHIJNA- The Bhajji in our team….who really did something to keep us all
smiling, more on her than on what we were initially laughing about. IAM SURE YOU WILL BE MADE MUTE MANY MORE A TIMES BY THE TIME YOU FINISH MBBS….in exam vivas…..Remember,I am a friend to all.

3)SUJAY- The pervert who has seen so much porn that he knows the facial expressions at every stage of THE ACT…all I can say is BACHNA AE HASEENON.Dost,thanks ki tune mujhe phasan daala BMC mein.

4)ABHA- The RAKHI SAWANT DIEHARD FAN…who love to be in the spotlight for all wrong reasons….thanks for writing my so powerful speech.

5)SHRUTI- THE LOW WEIGHT BABY,ALL SET TO TAKE UP SOME CHALLENGES….I am so proud to officially declare, she is NOT GOING AROUND WITH KUNAL !

6)MOHIT- I would say, I acted more like Yuvraaj, sabke chakke chuda diye….I still wished, we had time for the joker video

7)SURAJ- The wicket keeper, YOU LITERALLY HAD OUR WICKETS IN YOUR HANDS….special applause from me for your hard work….you should’nt have cried like Federer that day….but should have hit back at the NADALS there itself.

8)SUMEET- The happy go lucky, very hardworking researcher cum financer of the team who spoke of dinner at THE COPPER CHIMNEY knowing that all teammates were fighting for a GRADE C contract.SPECIAL ROLE IN TEAM-TINNITUS TO NIDHI in the question answers round.

9)ANKITA- Hats off to your patience,I am sure you’re THE ONE(Remember matrix) who will top PSM in your batch…our speeches a 50 times could not get you bored, PARK KI KYA MAJAL HAI KI TUJHSE PANGA LEGA??

10)MITALI- I must appretiate that you always came up with some GREAT IDEAS, QUESTIONS AND ARGUMENTS.

11)HAMZA- The FIFA player of the year…who really would have wanted to kick my ass very hard on the very first day that I came, What’s say yaar??Nice knowing you...

12)NITESH- You really won our hearts by your touching speech…and mine specially for showing my results live!

BEFORE- Guys, We all played like true champions yesterday and we truly deserve the worldcup…..hope the third umpire Dr.Menda does not become Darly Harper for us…..so keep your fingers crossed.

AFTER- Its just fine,we had WON the battle yesterday itself when we completely silenced the crowd after our presentation...no need to feel bad....I WOULD OPENLY LIKE TO CHALLENGE AFMC TO WIN A SYMPOSIUM AT A PLACE OTHER THAN INS ASHWINI...

Guys,some thoughts from the heart-I really loved spending such wonderful time with you all and I wished, I had shown some less attitude, waise bhi padhai karke kuch nahi ukhada maine….Sumeet,Nidhi and Abha, you were right,Brain finger printing needed me. The little gossips, the huddles and the cheers for each other….that was enough to touch all our hearts…hope this friendship only grows from here.

This article would be incomplete without talking about what Dr.Prayag has done for us….we wouln’nt have been so good if it would not have been him as our backbone…I personally took part just for his vision for me and was so very happy to get his message saying, “Mohit,you justified my belief in you.”…and also Sohum,we all know that you were also an integral part of this team and you gave more than your 100 %...money can’t show it, but words are louder….

Guys,I don’t really care what Dr.Lawrence Farwell said after yesterday, but I am very sure,if we ever had our brain mapped by BFP, we will all show the same P300 wave at the very thought of BMC’ 2009…….LTMMC was the best yesterday, pray that someday judges will say,SATYAMEV JAYETE,May the truth triumph.

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