The Dalhousie

          So I had my next lone long bike trip. It was more like a retreat from the boring routines in Trauma Center. By the end of three months I was fed up. I was feeling fatigued and brain drained. Although I don't know why. I wanted to run away to a distant place. I wanted to feel the freedom. May be the fact that I am going back to my ward posting has fired up my thirst for freedom.

          When I was doing the wound care of the last patient on my list, I was determined that I am not coming next day. That night I could not sleep well. Next day I woke up at 1200 pm, perplexed what to do, then I saw the email reply from my Madam. She had asked me to explain about the family emergency which I have to attend. So I thought of my imaginary uncle who was traveling to North India suddenly got Acute Cholecystitis and got admitted at Ludhiana. So the destination was decided. I packed my back pack and got on my bike at 2:30pm. It took about one hour to get out of Delhi. Then straight to Ludhiana on the Grand Trunk Road.

        
          My camera will tell the rest of story.

A review of life at Jammu.

       I am twenty five years old now. What have I achieved in my life. Have I done anything out of expected? Have I done anything to become what I really want? How much do I grade myself on my self development ? Have I grown out of my shell? Have I undergone the metamorphosis?

      So many things are undone. Only achievement in my life, something I value to be part of my portfolio is that I am in the course of becoming a surgeon. But thats not the end of it. I want to be different. I dont want to become just a part of swarm of surgeons. I want to identify myself.
 
   I want to be that guy, the one who has seen the world, the content one, the guy with depth in his eyes, the silent guy who sees through, the man who is not owned by anyone. I havent done anything for that.

       I want to do surgery for people who cannot afford the herd of surgeons who operate for a living. I want to do surgery for their cure. I want to do surgery not for my enrichment, but for their life.

      I have took some decisions. After MS, it is either DNB Thoracic surgery or just surgery. I will not marry for fortune but I will not say no fortune either. I dont want to sit in a corner desk and live the life. I want to live young and hard, slow and royale. I want to plunge in to the world. I want to be the man who do.

           In the end I should be able to say ' I had a heck of a life, Lets call it a day'.