Mixed Emotions

It only seems like yesterday that i stepped into the portals of Ramaiah. Time flies by so soon...the past 6 years have gone by in a blur.
The days spent singing, playing antakshari and chinese whispers in front of the cadaver....
the awful days we tried pricking our hands to squeeze out an eeny-weeny drop of blood....
the days we stood in a queue to collect piss in beakers to perform some god forsaken experiment of it...
the days spent in Padmanabhan's classes throwing things around even footwear at times!!
the times in Vicky's canteen..
the times spent imitating Dr.Shivaramu-dev anand as if he were teaching sexual offences....
the times spent in the food court pulling each others legs like there were no tomorrow....
lunch breaks in the canopies...
performing some more god forsaken experiments which by now must have made the rabbits blind....
getting bitten by rats trying to catch them and inject them...
focusing shit under microscopes ever in search of elusive cysts and parasites...
solving lakshmipuras eternal water problem...
imitating all the commed staff and getting a cheap thrill out of it like....
getting nauseated watching butchery in the name of autopsies....
getting jacked for coming late and wearing sneakers...
getting blasted for not having a torch and tape...
trying to figure out what part of the eye was a cataract on a TV....
searching for tonsillitis and whatever-itis with an ill focused bulls eye lamp...
going to BK and MK nagar searching for a co operative slum family and having to ask for a detailed account of how many kgs of vegetables they consumed every week....
walking around in the hot sun immunizing kids with polio drops....
in between all this taking time to mail the one of a kind mailing group and flooding the then 'just 6mb' inbox....
waiting for the ever elusive lakshmikanth to take ortho classes...
coming to know we hav ortho for 50 marks and not knowing anything...
sleeping through classes...
drawing caricatures in classes...
figuring out what the 'chi square test' actually was....
walking around in the hospital finding new short cuts...
discover ramaiah....
once every now and then go for a treat with friends...
party often...
bunk clinics and classes and catch a movie....
giving proxies in class....try the proxy challenge....
sitting outside the class in the shade of the trees and yakking to glory...
be one anothers comforting shoulder...
have long long telephone conversations over nothing....have longer telephone conversations over nothing at all again...
catch a coffee with friends....
playing an intra class cricket tournament and winning it as the underdogs...
playing the only badminton tounament in history to have involved the entire class...
organising thanksgiving days for the staff....
participating in intro...
cheering the participants till voices went hoarse....
dancing till wee hours of morning on the last day of intro....
come internship....chikungunya ahoy!! work in an epidemic emergency camp....
inject...inject....inject...inject....diclo 2cc....pct 4...rantac 6....
trek trek and trek...pig out on dosas,chats, nannari and mosaru boondhi after a tiring trek..
cooking bondas and pakodas on a lazy sunday afternoon in kaiwara...
cooking for 20 people on the last day in kaiwara for the party....
getting drenched in water balloon fights...
playing uno and card games till unearthly hours of morning....
listening to kaiwarada hosa thathaiah gopinath's classes....
waking up thru the night during night postings in ICU's....
running around for free signatures and 50% concession signatures...
learning the fine art of communication to deal with patients....declare deaths...and what not...
running around for free signatures and 50% concession signatures...
lazing around in ent opds when we finally learnt to use the bulls eye lamp...
running around for free signatures and 50% concession signatures...
doing corridor postings in a few other postings...
running around for free signatures and 50% concession signatures...
pushing stretchers...wheel chairs...
running around for free signatures and 50% concession signatures...
shifting patients to the new hospital for a CT scan...
running around for free signatures and 50% concession signatures...
writing investigation requisitions...references...
running around for free signatures and 50% concession signatures...
progress notes....progress notes...progress notes.....
running around for free signatures and 50% concession signatures...
geting elusive consultants to see references....
running around for free signatures and 50% concession signatures...
having a hot coffee outside the casualty at the dead of night...
walking along the quite calm roads of ramaiah at the dead of night...
Being a part of the revival of the newsletter after a 'brief hiatus' of 20years...
Being a part of the yearbook...
Being a part of the editorial committee....
Being a part of the organising committee of introspection...
In between all this trying to learn to use the computer and learning to build electric violins...
still trying to get back to sketching...
and they still ask why i dint study???
Learning a very important lesson i.e........
u can sleep in class...
u can bunk classes...
u can flunk in internals...
u need not study for exams...
u need not be tensed....
BUT U CAN DEFINITELY PASS IN EXAMS.....
Soon internship is going to end and i cant help but look back at all the things i've done and not done so far...all the good and bad times i've shared with so many...all the ups and downs i've been through...and still there is always so much to wish for...how i wish i had been a better friend to a few people....how i wish i had said so many things i have not said to some poeple.....how i wish i get a second chance to say it...how i wish i could go back to 14th february 2003 the day of the kodai trip...how i wish i had.............
But thats just wishful thinking and nothing more....I'm happy to have been here and have had all this as a part of my life....given a chance i'd surely relive these 6 years again...