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

Barber Shop?!!??

Waking up early in the morning and looking in the mirror the first thing serves more than one purpose. One is that you would have no one else to blame for your having a bad day and two is that it’s the best reminder of when you last got a hair cut.

“Your MANE is MAIN” is the mantra of the day with more and more people spending more and more on their hair than anything else. Be it Dhoni with that mangle of hair (don’t forget the color!!) or be it Uppi’s latest visit to the stylist….

No more does the term “barber shop” hold any meaning…it is now “hair saloon”… aarrgghhh….Whatever happened to the friendly neighborhood hajaam!!??!

A hajaam is one who has a knife in his hand and you’re still willing to let him put it to your throat.

A small reminder of my friends experience with the barber…uh…no hair stylist!! When he went there for hair straightening!! (Refer brain dung)

What was that Bollywood movie about a mind reading barber…uhh…the name skips me…I think everybody says I’m fine….well...of course I’m fine!!!

Tracing the history of barbers…

Initially they were nomadic bunch who went around trimming people’s mane in exchange for food. Of course they were more tan willing to exchange… (The barber had a knife at his throat!!)

Then came the small shops with a loud blaring sound system and mirrors on all the walls with shabbily dressed(but with a well trimmed mane and neatly oiled mustachios!!) barbers. The shop would soon overflow with people and all sorts of theories, conspiracies, gossip and what not…and not to forget their hair clippings which would be pushed aside by the barber with amazing footwork displaying such knack and precision that it would give ManU a run for their….uh…ball??!!?

Then came a new breed of barbers….oh! Sorry…”hair stylists” with swanky saloons and bomb shell prices (why... even Sony Cybershot ads are based in saloons!!) This breed of stylists are those whom the celebrities swear by as not only hair style gurus but as their agony aunts, agony uncles, trusted advisors, counselors, human punching bags and what not!! On second thoughts maybe that’s why the bomber prices??! Well so much for the metrosexual male and the sexy female. Long live their clan!!

As for me, the neighborhood barber is all it takes…

Walk in and he asks “yeen saar...yair cutta?? Banni…..oye Saar ge ondu bisi chai haakle...”

Hot chai and a cool cut…

Cheers!