Embarrassment gastronomique…

There are times when some events make us feel like idiots….some small and some large!! Foot in mouth syndromes which take the fizz outta life…
And some embarrassing moments that make you quite unacceptable to society….. No not the time when a guy scratches his balls in public and is seen by his prospective love bird!
I tell you…doctors are a difficult bunch …female doctors even more so!
And I must tell you…they can be quite judgmental…..so….ahem!! Whack!! Back to topic!
One of those days when there’s a spring in my step, a twinkle in my eye and the morning I woke up and said… what a great day!! Nothing had gone wrong quite as yet!
I was sitting with a bunch of interns and PG’s in the hospital, talking my head off about how quickly internship went by!! (Of course I did skip the part of it when I actually cribbed about internship going too slowly and getting work dumped on by lazy co-workers! Hey good things did happen too ya know!!) Ah… well…back to topic… We were speaking about all topics under the sun….That fateful moment my phone rang with a rather obnoxious tune that remotely resembled “the good, the bad and the ugly”. For once it wasn’t anyone offering me a free credit card or life insurance. It was some violinist who happened to get my number from a common friend and was pestering me to build him an electric violin. I launched into a big lecture on the types of electric violins and features of an electric violin. I was explaining to him why I wouldn’t be able to make one for him… I was a beginner and he was pro… In the middle of the conversation, somewhere between steel strings and price I never realized a very important factor. I kept rattling on never realizing something was amiss. And, then the most unexplainable event happened…while I was still talking on the phone it rang…. Yes, you read right….My phone rang with the same pathetic sadly composed good, bad and ugly tune!
My heart skipped a beat…I was speechless for a moment… the room was silent… I had kept speaking on the phone never realized that my phone had quit on me and the connection was cut!! Oh… I had committed a major faux pas!
It certainly wasn’t something I could explain!
Nevertheless it did provide some blog fodder….

What was your most embarrassing moment? (Ha! Like your gonna tell me here! )

Go ahead and HONK!

The A to Z of MSRMC!!!

Another post to reminisce the days at MSRMC... (if ur thinking what other post...its the one before this called 'mixed emotions')...call it an old fools rubbish or call it the ranting of a poor soul...hell yeah I’m way too stuck up to all the things that have happened over the past few years that I’m not too sure if I’d want to move on...but as they say 'the show must go on..'...the same way 'life goes on'. Nevertheless read thru for an A to Z of life in the past 6 years. Many things I’ve mentioned here may be quite specific to us medicos but what the hell...read on...

A: anatomical snuff box...the eternal ragging question and something that many still have difficulty finding!

B:Bailey and love eh??! Nooonsense I say....B for bombat...chindi...Also for BABA..the one and only Correct Baba!!

C...coffee day where life exists for many couples

D...demolition brigade....digital divide?

E...exams and more...

F...the one and only FEMUR and the one and only department of FEMUROLOGY...founded by Dr. Mujahid and Dr. Krishnan..

G...ghanta...dedicated to one and only shaan patti!! Also for Ganga....

H...for Hari Sadu?? Nope...here H for Hitler!!

I....kuchikoo at the indology centre...

J...for Jaadoo of krish fame(in our class??!!)

K...for KRISHHHHHHHHHHHH (Baby Krishhh....call for friums and badam milk)

L...Lambesh...dedicated to the tall chaps Sada and Krishnan..

M...Mahadeva tea stall...tea stall for some...hang out for some....kuchikoo(!!!?!?!) for yet some others!! Either way most of us cudnt hav gone thru a day of coll wid out mahadevas tea, coffee and lime juice!!

N....nim ajji loafer!! Bloody Gibbs :)

O....oro-anal fistula among other things....mayb u cud add OBG too!!??

P....parking lot...park...pavan...??

Q....queen of mischievous ladies....Our one and only Vidya Narayan

R....rooftops at Ramaiah...an eternal porthole into the unending mystery that is ramaiah architecture....R also for RED...(Yes Sada...thats just for u!!) R also for Ramaiah anthem and Ramaiah Salute!!

S....sacromandibular joint...another anatomical milestone in the history of femurology...S also for Sambamurthy the big man of ENT!

T...tambakasura

U...ups and downs...Ramaiah Roads!

V: Vicky’s canteen

W...Whitfield’s ointment which was fun preparing...among other things we had fun preparing were purgatives and turpentine liniment.

X...X rays r harmful...learn and let the technician kno...

Y...yaaaro bhupathi

Z...nothing...its the last letter...ZZZZ ZZ ZZ Z Z Z ZZZZ

Discharge Summary!!!!!

Hey ppl...
many ppl were wonderin wat the hell i meant by my orkut profile name "venkat-discharge summary released!"...
with no more cribbin... i'll get down to the point here...discharge summary is the name we have given to our yearbook!!
And I thot i'll put up an image of the coverpage v designed and my profile in the yearbook to giv u an idea of wat our discharge summary looks like!!!!
heres the coverpage......

and the megalomaniac that i am and that dirty habit i hav of blowin my own trumpet too much heres my profile in the yearbook.... ;)


Its bin a topsy turvy ride to get ppl to pay for it...to get sponsors to cover our total budget...to get ppl to fill in a questionaire...to get them to submit a pediatric age photo...to finalise a design...page layout....blah...blah and then to go into print and bring it out within 3 months!!
Am happy that v made this souvenir that we will cherish as a part of our stay in MSRMC and more over we'll reminsce the times v spent here...
Vishwas has been the graphics designer for our yearbook....he has done an AMAZIN job!!!!!
cheeers to the batch of 2001-02!!!!!!!!!!!!

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...