Life,
now I reckon is as whimsical as a dice game of Snakes And Ladders (That
'snakes-swallows-you-and-throws-you outta-it’s-ass' game, remember?) After a
tumultuous tryst with a slew of nonsensical entrance exams (Kudos to the society
which shoves the tag of a doctor/engineer up an infant’s ass even before he’s
half way down the vagina), I’m finally in a place I least imagined myself to
be. Each day, as I cross the road to my
medical college, with a pending record book in the bag and a dissection-stained
lab coat dangling by my side, I feel something indescribable fill inside of me…
(Well, it could be the vehicle exhaust on Sarjapur Road, but anyways)
What’s it being a medical student? While
an optimist sees a glass as half-filled and a pessimist sees the same as half
empty, a medical student is supposed to see a rounded structure with water
extending from the inferior surface of its fossa up to its medial one-half. As
I venture out in this unexplored vortex awaiting me, I’m no more oblivious that
my mind is intertwined within my chaotically swaying emotions (To put crudely,
I feel somewhat like a desperate sperm cell whose flagella got stuck in cilia).
At times, you feel as ecstatic as a
toddler clutching his new toy, yet, at times you feel like a fully metabolized
bilirubin molecule (Read: In deep shit)…At times, you feel your life has more
ups and downs than the ECG of a fibrillated heart…While at times you dream
about patients in front of you and a stethoscope (portable, instant-suicide
rope) wrapped around your neck.
There will be times when you’ll feel
detached, away from the world, like the rook on the chessboard…There will be
times when you’ll feel isolated and unwanted, like that one damned air bubble
in a micro-pipette. (Yes, it sucks. Pun intended) But equally so, there will be
times when you will sense your cynicism fast fading like the fallacies of a fucked-up
fakir. You know it is all worth it. You just have to stick to it and be
yourself, rather than putting on a ‘I’m cool with it’ mask, more artificial
than a Viagra-infused weenie.
Surely, right now, everything seems as
vague as a histology slide under the microscope. But we, the boot-lickers of
the dice and destiny theology, will march on. Because I know this is where I
wanted to be…What I wanted to be…All of it is yet to sink in…Physiologically
speaking, maybe I’m just hyper-polarized…..
