Dec 1997-Jan1998
My journey home this time is the most carefree it's ever been. I am in the best of both worlds-If I fail, I'll return in a month's time, attend some clinics and classes and retake the failed exam in April. No big deal.
If I pass, well. I will become an Intern-the last year of Medical School, a year spent working in Hospital and my first year in a paid job.
One day in Dec at home:
I get a call from Rahul. The results are out.
He starts by not talking about the result and I play along. A few minutes of this and a few choice abuses later, he starts by telling me of the people who failed. People who were above and below me in the Attendance name list.
And then he says "But you passed (fill in a suitable abuse of your choice here). Congratulations!"
I PASS!
23 other classmates, however, have not made it. 19 of them are in Surgery, all from the second day. 19 out of 24 who took the exam that day. Jipmer has never had a result this skewed.
This is a significant dampener in proceedings. Even though it's true that they will retake the exam and all that jazz, it is always a personal blow to not make it with the rest of the class. I experienced this when I was stopped for attendance, and 23 of my classmates, some of them better students than me, will go through a period of denial, anger, adjustment and eventually salvation.
I have been there. It's not pretty.
But. I am an Intern now. The juniormost hospital functionary but the Seniormost amongst all the Medical students here. Medicine is funny that way. One starts at the bottom as a Medical Student and climbs through the ranks to become a Intern where one discovers that once again, the climb starts from the bottom towards a PG Residency and eventually a Consultant.
But for the moment, I am a God among the students. An Intern.
The God of the Small People.
My journey home this time is the most carefree it's ever been. I am in the best of both worlds-If I fail, I'll return in a month's time, attend some clinics and classes and retake the failed exam in April. No big deal.
If I pass, well. I will become an Intern-the last year of Medical School, a year spent working in Hospital and my first year in a paid job.
One day in Dec at home:
I get a call from Rahul. The results are out.
He starts by not talking about the result and I play along. A few minutes of this and a few choice abuses later, he starts by telling me of the people who failed. People who were above and below me in the Attendance name list.
And then he says "But you passed (fill in a suitable abuse of your choice here). Congratulations!"
I PASS!
23 other classmates, however, have not made it. 19 of them are in Surgery, all from the second day. 19 out of 24 who took the exam that day. Jipmer has never had a result this skewed.
This is a significant dampener in proceedings. Even though it's true that they will retake the exam and all that jazz, it is always a personal blow to not make it with the rest of the class. I experienced this when I was stopped for attendance, and 23 of my classmates, some of them better students than me, will go through a period of denial, anger, adjustment and eventually salvation.
I have been there. It's not pretty.
But. I am an Intern now. The juniormost hospital functionary but the Seniormost amongst all the Medical students here. Medicine is funny that way. One starts at the bottom as a Medical Student and climbs through the ranks to become a Intern where one discovers that once again, the climb starts from the bottom towards a PG Residency and eventually a Consultant.
But for the moment, I am a God among the students. An Intern.
The God of the Small People.
Simply astounding writing.... and I have seen it grow from the time you started this blog uptil now...
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Great writing with perfect control over narration of all events of the college life put systemetically to make it a very very very interesting reading.keep it up and god bless you.
ReplyDelete:)))))...and goosebumps.
ReplyDeleteStill SO proud to say that my brother is a doctor :) :)
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