The booze party

 A fine day, Sunday, first week after the days of House Surgeoncy. Enjoying the laziness to its fullest. A great free day. Actually today is not free, gotta do a lot of work for the convocation ceremony. Today I'm not alone, Joseph John so called 'Achayan' is in the room. The first person other than me to know that I got a blog. There is a great discussion going on. Topic is how to arrange the free drinks counter on the convocation day. Our course is actually four and  half years. But our university has a special talent in stretching any course handled by it like an old rubber band and by the virtue of this university we were lucky enough to stay six and half years in this green campus. Back from deviation, the point is my batch wasn't a super batch, as most of the batch mates say it hasn't got an impression over the junior batches. So the last chance to keep up with the college standards lies in this coming free booze party. Its a matter of prestige. It has to be done with great planning because it is an unauthorized event, but everyone should be satisfied too. 

My little experiences

I am now doing my house surgeoncy. I don't know whether I have a real taste in clinical medicine even now. As a kid my hobbies were reading story books, playing with LEO building blocks and drawing fictitious cities, space shuttles, and vehicles of my own fancy world. I created my own characters, places and stories of their life. I remember making a small town model with clay. I loved playing with mud and little twigs. Fortunately we lived in a small cottage of our own with some piece of backyard space. so after school I was free to play around in the backyard. But it was a poor thing that I didn't had boys around my age around my place. But my brother had lot of friends. They were also good to me, but four five year age difference is a great difference in childhood. So I had to much of my time lonely. At that time mom meant very much to me. But now it is not as intense as at that time. Any way coming back to the point, I was not that bad in studying. Even though I weren't the cream of the class I could score good grades. Although we belonged to a middle class family and my father could afford good private school for our education there were always financial problems. The monetary constraints often intruded my happy childhood. So every fun things were limited by this problem. As a result when I was a kid my main ambition was to grow up and become a self supporting member of the family as early as possible. In my country unemployment is a social evil and one of the best way to procure a job with sure security was to become a doctor. The competition was tight. But the family support and brothers advises helped me to get through medical entrance easily. After all my mind was clear. I had nothing to be indulged in or distract me from my studies. So I entered the medical college completed my studentship without much difficulty and now working as a resident intern. This is the infancy of my medical life. This is time when I started thinking about me. And the story starts...

Life as a young doctor- Richard Gordon

I am very much influenced by the writings of Richard Gordon. He has beautifully described different stages of life of a doctor. Even after half a century nothing much has changed from what he described. Only change is in the invention of new drugs and modernized medical techniques and instruments. Surprisingly the attitude of the people and in general the society hasn't changed a bit from his descriptions. So in short his scribbles should be read by every young doctor interested in general practice. I myself has fancied as a ships doctor many times. And I was amused by the fact that his series contained his experiences as a ships doctor- Doctor in Sea

Whats the whole point of life?

  To start with its a very debatable thing. Although all human beings are capable of independent thinking, more than 99.9% of them never think of it. And I think the rest of .1% has contributed to the progress we see today. Have you ever thought why there was this tremendous development of human life style in the past few centuries in spite of the long history of  human life on earth.
   From my short duration of observation of life, what I understand is that , every body is compelled to live this life for the fact that they are born here on earth. And "survival of the fittest " is actually an incomplete clause, because its always "survival of the fittest till death ". Well I think death is reward you get for surviving. So why should any one be afraid of it ? Although it seems little depressing, my dear folks think of death as as a gateway out of this earthly life as silly creatures.
P.S This is definitely not a suicidal note.