The six vivas

I don't know its significance but giving viva to SIX professors in a day is definitely tiresome, irksome and 'mind blowing'. When it was over I felt like my blood vessels had adrenaline instead of blood in them. I must not have secreted this much of it ever. And Mom's comforting consolation was, 'Han phir doctor banna asaan to nahi hai na.' :-)

The Broody hen

The date of Sendups have been displayed which means extreme studies for four months. The schedule goes as follows: wakeup, have breakfast, study, have lunch, study, go to wash room (preferably with a book), study, have some snacks, study, watch a little TV (avoidance would be better), study, internet, study and then go to sleep with a book under your head, hoping that some material would be transferred from the book to your head during the night. No hanging out, no entertainment, no fun, no nothing. (But of course I'm not going to miss the World Performing Arts Festival. I mean I wait for it the whole year!)

The books are my eggs and I'm a broody hen. I will incubate my eggs and I will leave my nest only to eat and excrete. (In the last few days the hen doesn't even leave the nest to excrete...but I'm a bit cultured actually) I will protest in defense if disturbed or removed by my younger brother. The incubation period will continue through November, December, January and hopefully till the middle of February. (The only difference between ordinary routine tests and the Prof is the short incubation period of tests which continues for a week or less). The result will be in a month more. I pray that all my eggs hatch! (They will Inshallah)

Anatomy

Good bye anatomy. For the next three years atleast. Though I didnt like you so much but still having passed two solids years with you, I'l miss you. You were tough. And its time you used some contraception; you've got a really big family; gross, general, embryology, histology. Ufff...I dont know how I did ALL that. Anyways Ive got so many memories with you; demonstrators' wrath, professors' revenge, waking nights, one day preps, dissecting those poor dead bodies (I remember their faces), the tinge of formaline penetrating everyones' nose and eyes, the skiagrams, bones, models, dissection hall....just everything. And I can't thank you enough for never disappointing me throughout these two years.

Medical Exams

Just like a wet cloth is twisted to squeez away all water from it, the examiners squeeze us until we are turned and twisted and all dry.