It took 35 months to reach 500 , but it took only 5 more months to reach 1000.
Once again thank you guys….
Yesterday I went through some of my old books , textbooks of 9th and 10th classes.Flipping through the pages of my 9th Malayalam second paper book which consisted of short stories of eminent writers , one story title caught my attention “Ninte ormakku” of MT Vasudevan Nair. That title took me to a different phase of my life , nothing to do with the novel , or with my school days…but to an experience rather a sad one in virtual world.
I was introduced to the world of online chatting by my sister , after making absolutely sure that I was mature enough to handle the pressures and challenges online world may throw at me.I was 18 at that time, being an adult gave me that extra push which sister could not resist.Stepping into the world of ASL(age,sex,location-code used in chatting) was a big relief for me as I was getting bored with my vacation after plus 2 just before entering my professional college life.Those 3 months after plus 2 board exams and med entrance exam was hell of a roller-coaster ride , the first month I was all tensed up about board results and the big med entrance results , but after clearing both I found total vacuum in life as I had nothing to do for the next 2 months prior to med school life.So chatting proved to be a much needed time pass and big relief for me.
I must confess (with pride) that I was a very decent chatting guy, with all innocence of an 18 yr old rookie in virtual world.In yahoo there are chat rooms , as I was going to med school , my ususal hang out place was biology room.But to my surprise , nobody chatted biology there.One day as usual I entered my magic sentence…”Anybody interested in biology chat” . Against all odds , I got a reply on my personal chat window and to add to my surprise it was a girl’s name ‘Swarna’. We starting talking and she explained her interest in biology was, she was a science student and was waiting for med entrance results and has ambition to be a doc. I think may be our age and educational similarities made us chat the next day , then the next and so on.. And our chat duration increased from 10-15 min to 5-6hours daily.Mainly our topics were about family and our likes. One day she asked why I never proposed her even after so many days of long chats and she said most guys usually do the very next day of a chat meeting….that question was a shocker for me…and my answer was simple ” I never thought about it during our conversation”. Frankly that was the truth , I saw a friend in her rather than a girl friend. And she was happy about that , and replied I was a special guy. We shared our pics, real names , location even our stories of old crushes. But we had made an agreement that we would never ask for phone numbers. I still remember her saying after seeing my pic for the first time that I resemble Kumble (lol…at that Kumble and I had moustache,may be that was the reason) but I find that really funny now , as both of us do not have moustache… still will she say the same??
Our chatting passed one month, then my med school started.Even into med school life I tried to keep in touch with her during my weekend home visits.Her life also took a turn at that time , as she was not able to crack her state med entrance so she decided to take nursing as she was so adamant about her future life in this profession of medicine. I think that was our last chat session , and I was not able to catch her online ever after. I do not know why she quit chatting , but I felt really bad at her decision to disappear from the virtual world of ours , in which she was an integral part. Saddest part is as per our rule , I did not have any contact detail to find her. She came to my life one day totally unexpected and disappeared the same unexpected way , a truth hard to digest even now.
Now its been 8yrs , still I remember that old chat friend of mine with at most love and affection.Even now when I sign-in in yahoo chat , I look beside her name for the status and pray it to be ”online” for just one more time…
“Teachers never die,they live in your memory for ever,they were there when you arrived,they were there when you left,like fixtures…and you never really knew them ,any more than they knew you,still for a while you believed in them…and if you are lucky may there was one who believed in you….”
And if you are very lucky you will have more than one……
When a thought came to my mind of writing something about my old teachers, which of course is something the least I can do at this moment…these wordings came to my mind.It comes from my favorite English series “Wonder Years”.
Everybody usually says the first teacher is their mother, but in my case it was my grandmother.My mother left me for higher studies when I was few months old, and I stayed with my grandmother till I was 2 1/2years…so she was my mother, I learnt everything from her…I even called her “amma”…I still have the faint memory when my mother came back home after studies and took me to our home…I cried “I want to go to my home and amma”….that is the special relation which even now I share with my grand “mother”…..so she is definitely my first teacher…
My first proper teacher was “Rosamma miss”,she taught me the basics from alphabets to till I was in 10th standard…It was not only a tuition class for me , it was my second school,where everything from homework to exam preparations were done.Usually the tuition classes start one month before school reopening,that is my second school starts in the month of May.Every year my second school reopens with same syllabus ….that is multiplication tables upto the multiples of 12.Every day we would be asked to write in a rapid fire manner random multiplication questions like 2×2 equals, 4×8 equals like that….it was really a rapid fire.As my classes progressed multiplication tables also got some promotion, and we were asked to by heart upto mutiples of 16….Her contributions in moulding me cannot be measured or simplified to this article and it is priceless..I remember her with some grief in my mind as few months back when I paid a visit to her home during Onam,I came to know that our new school management asked her to resign along with many other old teachers even without a proper sent-off… they may be just employees of that school, but they are more than just teachers for us….
If someone is responsible for me being a doctor now,it must be Thomas Sir.A terror symbol for many,but a real teacher , visionary, religious orator….you cannot tag him with a single name.I studied my plus 2, living at Thomas Sirs Hostel.I will tell 3 instances of my encounter with him.First was when I got chicken pox staying at Sirs hostel, I met another sir to ask for leave…and that was the famous Sunny sir.He told me to meet Thomas Sir before leaving,as per his direction I met Thomas Sir,he fired me with all cylinders for seeing him and staying there so long with Chicken pox…and even called me so many names which passed through my ears like bullets…only thing I remember is Sunny Sir signalling from behind…run for your life son…. Speciality of Thomas sir was he used to conduct a famous 9 pm hostel raid,to see all students whether they are studying…even our wardens(who used to start sleeping after 7pm dinner) put alarms to wake up at 9 pm, as Thomas sir was very punctual everyday he used to come at that time…one day he didnt come at 9 pm…so after 9.15 students started moving around,everybody started little relaxing as we thought he would not come.I had a slight eye infection that time for which I was using drops ,so I asked one of my friends to help me with that.On completion of that act, I opened my eyes to see…..Thomas Sir standing infront of me….this is what you call complete blankness….I was searching for words….but my friend helped in explaining the situation and he left without asking a question….Third and final encounter happened when I got rank in medical entrance and I went to see him, I was gifted with a toffee , and he smiled at me for the first time.
Another teacher who encourged my efforts , and which I consider the best teacher of Chinmaya ,Thrissur is Shobha teacher who is also the vice Principal of Chinmaya.She once told me to take food as I looked so pale and asked me never to skip breakfast .She was the only teacher who encouraged us to study for entrance as well, along with the board exam preparations.In a nightmare school life at Chinmaya for so many reasons , she was my only oasis.
Medical college teachers are more than teachers, they usually are our role models.From their way of dressing,talking,walking,to even how they hold stethoscope attracts every student.I had the privilege of doing my 8th semester medicine with the most soft spoken,calm,intelligent,dynamic teacher Nandakumar Sir.We had our daily morning discussion , which made me realise Harrison was not enough for preparing a topic to present before Nandakumar Sir.Saddest thing is that he left us few months back,owing to an illness which even the top doctors of our medical college failed to diagnose.He was left to the fate “died of fever” like so many common people, a truth hard to digest even now.
Teachers live in our memory , but few live in our hearts…we remember them till our heart beats…..
(Kindly write something about your favourite teacher or person who inspired you the most other than ofcourse your mother in the comments)
CRS is compulsory rural service,considered as a nightmare by the majority of MBBS passouts,is a great platform for social service and a wonderful experience for future life as far as i am concerned.
Presently into the 5th month of that , I have some wonderful experiences for a lifetime to cherish…ranging from people offering seats in bus to blessings for future life.There are some unforgettable incidents in these 4 months of my CRS, which I want to share with everyone who thinks CRS is a waste of time for the P G aspiring highly intellectual MBBS passouts and for those who miss CRS either because they are All India admissions or they studied in private colleges.
First I will start with a good pleasant experience, most of you reading this will have the experience or might have heard of stories where HS(if they are so good and caring) being offered money.But I had a different experience during this CRS, I saw a patient with chest pain , a female about 45years …so hearing the history i asked her to take ECG…but she didnot turn up even after i saw my last patient for the day.I decided to wait for some more time, then she came some 10 min later with the ECG…and it was normal on hearing my remark of the ECG she was relieved and she praised me for staying late for her…and any guesses what she gave me?…a polo….though i refused she affectionately forced me to take that by saying “you waited for me even without taking lunch for this long”….I accepted it realizing her affection…but a question remained unanswered in my mind after that…whether she bought that polo for me or for her son waiting at home expecting a polo…
Next I will tell a funny experience in op,our CHC(community health centre )is not a big one , but sometimes OP can be a little heavy ,particularly day after rain,so we used to hear complaints so passively that even with closed ears one can understand what they are saying “cough,fever,joint pain,…..” and list of complaints goes on and on and on.In between these some really funny complaint comes(please do not have the impression that I am making fun of patients).A fine sunny day a 60-65 year old female came with a 12 yr old boy complaining of wound on her finger,on examining I asked how she got this….she said in a desperate voice my son’s wife bit me ….OMG….I did not have anything to say…so I told her she has to take some medicines for this…some antibiotics(as human bites are the most dirty bites , they need antibiotic cover)…but our hospital will provide antibiotics only to those who come with BPL card,so for that I asked whether she has it…then came the fantastic answer….”oooh no sir, after biting me she left the house with the ration card”…hmm…nothing more to say …
Last incident , though i have lot more to say….I will finish with a heart touching one.Alcohol and cigarette are like bread and butter for malayalis with no special mention needed for manual laborers who toil hard all day …but the plight of those at home both children and his wife is miserable and unimaginable…While at op , a mother about 30 years and her son about 8 years came with some complaints for her and hers son …on finishing their complaints, they handed me another op ticket that of a 35 year old male…on enquiring it was for her husband …after writing medicines for the complaints that the mother told, while I was about to hand over the op ticket, her son requested ”Doctor please write in that op ticket not to drink alcohol again..”
The shocking questions which I am going to describe may not arouse any shock or surprise in you, but these questions in their own circumstances and time proved really shocking!!!So prepare to laugh or get shocked , I do not know what emotion this is going to give you.The only thing that I want the readers to know is – expect shocks in life, so that even if you get one your recovery will be fast….
The first shocking experience took place when I was 6. I had my schooling upto 1st standard in Karunagapally, from there we shifted to Changanacherry mainly for two reasons- one better education, better schools, second reason my mother’s house was in Changanacherry. So I had to get admission in a school there. For that an appointment was fixed with the manager of a school. It was a Christian school , so obviously the manager was a father named Nallathuvelil. We , me ,father ,mother and my uncle reached the fathers room in the morning. He spoke to my father , then he asked me how many students were there in a class in my old school. I replied readily, hearing my answer father might have thought that the kid was smart and so handed me a newspaper and asked to read the papers name.The only papers name I know that time was manorama, but I was sure it was not that ….but I could not read.OOps then I realised I was in danger but I did not want my parents to be let down so I gave it a try and read “tha-pa-ka” .Hearing this the father glanced at my father and he glanced back at me….and asked my father how I passed 1st standard???That question did not shock me then but made me really sad.Later I realised the name of the newspaper was “Deepika”.That became a real disgrace for my father and mother infront of that father and my uncle.
Later I joined the same school and became one of the best students of that school earning proficiencies 3 times-5th,8th and 9th standards..,became school volleyball team captain but my problem with malayalam reading persisted till I passed 10th..you will not believe if I say I was praying in every malayalam period so that I wont be called to read…its really true.And that same father and me shared a special relationship ater that till I passed out..I do not know whether he is alive or not now…Nallathuvelil achan will always have a special place in my heart.
The second incident took place some months back. After the final MBBS university exams, my parents decided to send me to US, where my sister was staying with her husband and son. Every time I remember that vacation , a film comes to my mind”vinodayatra” which depicts a journey of a young man to learn from his brother-in-law. But really that vaccation I learned a lot about life. The incident took place on my journey to US.I got ticket from kochi to Newark via mumbai . Kochi to mumbai is a domestic flight ,so domestic terminal is the place you end up in mumbai, from there I had to reach international terminal for the next flight. Its a 20 minute journey.My father had given instructions that there will be transportation from domestic to international terminal in a bus inside the airport itself. But to be frank I played a little smart I did not ask anyone and reached outside airport, I did not see any bus, so I approached a security person.He told me it was inside the airport itself. I tried to get back inside ,but the security at the door did not permit me.Time was then 12 midnight , my next flight was at 3 am…I had to reach the other terminal in time how??-auto or taxi???Taxi ?…no..if they do something I cant even jump out..so decided on an auto journey..after bargaining for sometime I agreed to pay 100 Rs. Only after the beginning of the journey I realised what great risk I have taken, I do not know a bit of mumbai,,I talked with the driver in English so he might have known that I do not belong there, going to international terminal, so would be having money.My legs started shivering, I looked at each and every sign board on the road and made sure I was going in the right direction.He then asked me when was my next flight..I replied..he then remarked”enough time”. Then a spark flashed through my body what he meant by enough time..enough time for a murder???? Then came the next question which shocked me,the question that I must have anticipated from an auto driver in mumbai ” want girls” without even thinking for a fraction of second I replied NOOO. I got my breath back only after seeing the airport board.. I gave him 150 ,50 more than what I agreed ,for safely making me reach airport,with 2 eyes and 2 kidneys that itself is luxury in mumbai….So my advice to those traveling in mumbai better avoid auto at midnight , otherwise your mental strength will be tested!!!
Among all these the next one is the funniest of all, of course the question shocked me then but thinking back of those good old campus life which gave me mixed emotions ranging from happiness, utter disappointments , tragedies and so many funny instances. It was ragging time , hostel boys never opened books. It was a time we even forgot we were there in medical college to study .But unlike us the day scholars straight from the P C Thomas classes continued their studies even on joining medical college.Classes were going pretty well for them, writing notes, learning each days topics, asking doubts, head nodding in rhythm upon understanding.One day Dr.Meenalakshmi of the department of Physiology was going to start class, she then started asking some questions ,girls in the first row answered,then the question came to the boys side, first Kumar,then Abo, then Jony and then me, we did not even open mouth.After us some boy answered and she stopped and then asked us to go out of class and search the answer in the library.Thats how I first entered the library,we searched and with the answer we waited outside the class.After class she came to us and asked” You four guys not even opened the mouth, whats wrong,,it seems you are delibrately not answering my questions” OOOh my god that was my first experience where a teacher was thinking the student knows the answer and he was delibrately keeping his mouth shut. All four of us replied in the same voice “noooo maaam,we did not know the answer!!!!In medical colleges a student must also prove his poverty in knowledge also beware!!!………
College …..in these days of plus 2 education system,is actually professional training institutes-Gateway to professional life.Amidst this,time for enjoyment and relaxation is a rarity,if you are in medical college chances are even less.For thrissur medical college the two annual events-fine arts and tours provide some kind of relief and the much needed time to explore ourselves…..
Tours-when we think of it comes the ones we made as a batch, boys and girls together…but there were so many tours that belonged entirely to boys.Of those the most interesting one comes in the first week of September-the SPANDAN, to be more precise it is an escape into the world of “wireless roaming”.
Beaches,drinks(its tax free in pondy ) window shopping…. you say it, pondy gives them all.Spandan is a 5 day event of various arts and sports,we used to reach there on the second day as we do not have anything to offer on the first day, then a question may come what we have to do on other 4 days …hmm….better dont ask…
When I think of Spandan, an extraordinary night comes to my mind.You may be wondering what wonderful thing had happened that night,I remember that night not because of anything great but just because of the scary events that took place after we got a ticket in our hand ….a 150 rupee worth nightmare ticket….
The story happened 3 years ago.Heroes of the story- me, Mabu, Aju, Renju and Kethu….inspired by one in the gang we decided to go to a dance bar, along with some seniors and some others of our batch.After searching through each and every corner of Pondy we found one….pass fee is 150 Rs each…hearing this, discussions started, whether its worth paying that much money.As already mentioned that inspirational person again gave some brilliant thoughts such as “you cant get this anywhere in our home town…not even anywhere in Kerala…so lets give it a shot its just 150″ going by majority interest, I also gave that magic figure to get a thing that from that moment behaved so weirdly -the TICKET
We entered the dance bar….oops its was really looking ….bad…………what you used say as LOCAL…. there were people throwing money at the girls dancing and all that sort of stuff. It was awful most of us got that feeling…even then there were some others who cared so much for the money they spent to get in…so they tried hard to enjoy…As time passed almost all of us got outside….4 brave stone hearted extra descent gentlemen remained inside. Among those who got out gathered and cried over that 150 rupees but…I was relieved atleast we got out of that hell….As previously told those 5 heroes not those brave men inside ,but those 5 outside..me,Mabu,Aju,Renju and Kethu decided to buy some drinks to get over that disappointment …we decided to get into a real bar in a hotel that was looking good…we sat at the table,waiter came,gave the menu…we started searching and searching for the right drink after spending almost 15min there …Mabu’s brain started working(as if it was restarting after a shutdown following the dance bar virus)”why we should waste our “precious” money in this luxury hotel bar lets go out and buy drinks from a shop outside ,in the road it will only be half the price”. Great what an idea everyone nodded…Nibu gave a smile with pride thinking of his great idea.So everyone walked out in a line giving back the menus…with a feeling in the mind and saying to themselves “we are not fools”…
All 5 got out …searched for liquor shops….no where to find …those found were closed..then we understood..shops will close early and so you have to get drink from bars after a particular time.Great we again looked at that idea man….so another idea came but this time not from Mabu but from Renju “lets go back to that bar”. So again marched all behind the idea man one by one but with a difference this time -we did not have anything in mind.
Again came the waiter and menus….while everyone looked in the menu ..I searched for the money, along with I got something -the TICKET that made everyone once again remember the nauseating scene inside dance bar ,and then every one lost their interest in drinks… then Ketul said “enough is enough” lets go back…as if all were waiting for someone to say this ,all said in one voice a big YES…Out …again all marched thinking of the bad feeling that 150 rupee ticket was giving us..
It was almost 10.30,we walked to the bus stand…good…. no buses back to college campus…..Great now what…we decided to get an auto..stood there near a junction for the auto and thinking what else could happen to make this wonderful day memorable…then out from nowhere came a bike..guess who?? two policemen…one caught Aju by the shirt ,with just a look Aju understood everything climbed over the bike as if they arrested him…we rest took some time to figure out what was happening….they asked what we were doing there and whether we were drunk (fortunately none)….then idea man Mabu’s brain again started working this time after installing the antivirus…and cried the magic word that even with the kerala police works “Sir nagal medical students aane”…he checked the id cards…then the scene got calm…they asked what we were doing at this time …and we explained that we missed the last bus…they asked us to catch an auto and get back as fast as possible..and they left …we thanked for the moment that made us decide not to drink..if had taken drinks…imagine the lock up punches…
We got an auto and reached college entrance….passed the gate and threw that Ticket away …Then I looked at the watch it was sharp 12….a night we 5 will never forget….