internship is a religion..
a friend of mine has ramzan these days and he is keeping rozas..that is basically he cant have anything or drink water till 7 in the evening...
there r times when he is unable to study or even concentrate on anything ,out of sheer hunger or thirst.
now religion is a personal thing..it is ur journey of immortality ..or whatever. basically it is ur choice.
another friend of mine ,also a muslim does not keep rozas , but according to him it does not make him less of a devout.
one day i asked amir, who was keeping the fast and that day had been particularly gruelling... what is your motivation?
there r two reasons for doing anything in life
1. doing the task ,makes you happy.satisfied,a feeling of accomplishment.
2. not doing the task makes you unhappy,scared, guilty.
they r not the same thing...
one is a positive reinforcement and the other is a negative reinforcement..
same with internship..
why do i go to wards.
1. i go because it gives me a feeling of doing something worthwhile.
2. i go because if i do not go ,i am under the constant fear of the houseman's phone call, there is a feeling of restless agitation.. guilt.etc
most of the times it is the later...for most of us.
so internship is a religion..intern nama.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Saturday, September 29, 2007
INTERNAL ANGST ....
My life in triplicate,xeroxed and attested!!
Every single sheet of document since the time i was born,
my birth certificate,domicile,nationality certificate,passport,school passing,10 mark sheet,12 mark sheet....all medical years marksheet...internship doing,internship completion...provisional registration...permanent registration.
yes,MY ENTIRE LIFE made in triplicate, duly attested by a gazzeted officer,has been submitted to joshi madam.
it is proof that i lived,i exist and i have an identity.
every single footprint while i walk the metaphorical path of my li8fe has been PHOTOCOPIED!!
Joshi madam revels in the knowledge of the power she wields over us.Anything less than 10 sheafs of paper (photocopied and attested mind you) is SACRILEDGE!how dare you? HOW DARE YOU...forget to attach the passing certificate? yery ahe ka tu?murkh manus!!(are u mad?idiot!) then dont come and say why your application did not get forwarded to the dean, then dont say why your admit card or hall ticket or salary not reach you...
now recently we had to fill our All India forms for the post graduate emtrance exam. And miracle of miracles! they required NO DOCUMENTS. none! zilch! it was a simple process of filling form getting stamp of dean and sending the form to AIIMS.
This was Joshi madam's worst night mare come true. NO XEROX,unheard of! This collassal mistake must be rectified. and so she came up with an ingenious plan...
To get the dean's stamp we now had to get an undertaking from the local lawyer stating that we were interns and bound by law to do what we were asked to do...(or something of that sort)...costing Rs 100.then the usual 10+ photocopied documents , plus pay the college office rs 200 for all the trouble they r taking. And then xerox the receipt of the rs 200 just to add insult to injury!So in all an extra rs 300 +xeroxes.
i paid up,i submitted my photocopied life. i am no mahatma gandhi who stood his ground against injustice.
but this blog is my mini revolution .my revolt.my INTERNAL ANGST.
Every single sheet of document since the time i was born,
my birth certificate,domicile,nationality certificate,passport,school passing,10 mark sheet,12 mark sheet....all medical years marksheet...internship doing,internship completion...provisional registration...permanent registration.
yes,MY ENTIRE LIFE made in triplicate, duly attested by a gazzeted officer,has been submitted to joshi madam.
it is proof that i lived,i exist and i have an identity.
every single footprint while i walk the metaphorical path of my li8fe has been PHOTOCOPIED!!
Joshi madam revels in the knowledge of the power she wields over us.Anything less than 10 sheafs of paper (photocopied and attested mind you) is SACRILEDGE!how dare you? HOW DARE YOU...forget to attach the passing certificate? yery ahe ka tu?murkh manus!!(are u mad?idiot!) then dont come and say why your application did not get forwarded to the dean, then dont say why your admit card or hall ticket or salary not reach you...
now recently we had to fill our All India forms for the post graduate emtrance exam. And miracle of miracles! they required NO DOCUMENTS. none! zilch! it was a simple process of filling form getting stamp of dean and sending the form to AIIMS.
This was Joshi madam's worst night mare come true. NO XEROX,unheard of! This collassal mistake must be rectified. and so she came up with an ingenious plan...
To get the dean's stamp we now had to get an undertaking from the local lawyer stating that we were interns and bound by law to do what we were asked to do...(or something of that sort)...costing Rs 100.then the usual 10+ photocopied documents , plus pay the college office rs 200 for all the trouble they r taking. And then xerox the receipt of the rs 200 just to add insult to injury!So in all an extra rs 300 +xeroxes.
i paid up,i submitted my photocopied life. i am no mahatma gandhi who stood his ground against injustice.
but this blog is my mini revolution .my revolt.my INTERNAL ANGST.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
i live in a hospital....
Yup i live in a hospital,
not just work , or stay, or exist...but i wholly LIVE and breath a hospital..it is my home.
ways to find out if u do too.
1. your bag contains forms ,labels,and edta bulbs..
and u r more possesive about them than your wallet or cell..
2.u wake up in the morning to find three ways and iv catheters among your dirty clothes ..and the only thought in your mind is..atleast they r sterile..unlike ur blood stained apron.
3.u meet a person for the first time and notice there veins.
4.u postpone,prepone or cancel your dates according to ur emergencies.
5. u wake up in the morning in your bedroom and , wonder which ward sideroom this is..
6. even on a sunday ,u walk up two flights of steps to drink the coffee outside the surgery OT...because u r used to coffee made that way.
these r but a few ..for i have run out of time..
but i acutely feel i live in a hospital when i walk down it's corridors at 3 or 4 in the morning having slept for 2 hours in some side room during an emergency, and the corridors are filled with sleeping relatives of patients...and i think ,they r just tourists, guests in my home..
not just work , or stay, or exist...but i wholly LIVE and breath a hospital..it is my home.
ways to find out if u do too.
1. your bag contains forms ,labels,and edta bulbs..
and u r more possesive about them than your wallet or cell..
2.u wake up in the morning to find three ways and iv catheters among your dirty clothes ..and the only thought in your mind is..atleast they r sterile..unlike ur blood stained apron.
3.u meet a person for the first time and notice there veins.
4.u postpone,prepone or cancel your dates according to ur emergencies.
5. u wake up in the morning in your bedroom and , wonder which ward sideroom this is..
6. even on a sunday ,u walk up two flights of steps to drink the coffee outside the surgery OT...because u r used to coffee made that way.
these r but a few ..for i have run out of time..
but i acutely feel i live in a hospital when i walk down it's corridors at 3 or 4 in the morning having slept for 2 hours in some side room during an emergency, and the corridors are filled with sleeping relatives of patients...and i think ,they r just tourists, guests in my home..
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