The 11th Doctor

The result was announced and everywhere all sorts of people came to congratulate me in their own ways.

Cheers!

Bhai treat kab de rahay ho?!

Beta ENT me jana. Pehla mareez aap ka me hu ga…

Mehnat to kartay nai thay, K.E me kesay aa gaye? Bacha genius ha…

30^th October was the Day of Judgment – kind of an apocalypse we had all been preparing for almost 4 years. I just remember that I woke up at 8 in the morning and we had to go to my uncle’s place. As was my routine, I grabbed my mobile to check the unread messages. On the top of the list was my cousin’s message informing me that UHS merit list had been announced.

Fresh Till You Rot

The moment I stepped into KEMU, I – like many others – felt myself half a doctor already. Imagine my feelings when a teacher asked me to leave the class, saying “Doctor Sahab get out of the class!” Heck, I wasn’t even sure if I was supposed to be embarrassed on being thrown out of the class, or act jubilant on being called a Doctor Sahab. Such a jumble of sentiments, all too vague and mixed but I felt assured in residing myself in the territory of “Doctor”. Therefore, that’s what I did during the first few ignorantly happy weeks of my medical-studies-life.