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My inspiration to take up medicine as a profession (my real life story)


   I still remember being in ninth class when, a newly built houses down the lane was made into a clinic.  At that time I really hated doctors especially for their painful injections that they give and also those unpalatable medicines… But there was something different in this clinic; this doctor who came was an Army Major. His name was Major. Dr. Anand. He was an orthopedic surgeon. But also a general medicine practitioner
     The first week after the inauguration of the clinic, I was unawfully unwell, and had to make a visit, I still remember that people who were in army generally had those ‘virappan’ type mustaches. I was thinking how this major would be….

     It was now our turn to go inside, since it was a small clinic only two people were allowed to go inside, I still have those frames of glimpses and the welcoming smile that glittered on his face, to welcome us inside, I was along with dad. He was really patient and screened me slowly asking me in a low pitch of voice which was sort of very low that the doc’s voice was masked by the sound of the honks and sounds from outside. He diagnosed and prescribed the medicines and asked dad to get those from the pharmacist and explained the dose.
     As usual being a furious kid, I still remember the question that I asked him-“your board outside mentions that you are a major, then you are supposed to be in the army and how come you are here….?” My dad had a stern look on his face, about what I have asked him….! The doc left out a smile and said “yes I’m from the army, and have also fought the Kargil war, we were on our way to capture the Tiger hills where by I was shot three bullets on my right thigh (as he was saying he pulled up his pant and showed the marks of the bullets) and was brought to ground, the battalion coming back had seen me injured and took me back to the camp”. I was feeling my arrector pili making the hairs on my skin stand up and I was feeling those Goosebumps on me….!

     The following month just before my final exams I fell down from my cycle and had bruised myself on my left arm. Then I was immediately rushed to the major and felt the healing touch on to it…! There is still a scar of the cycle accident.

FIGHT AGAINST POLIO


NOTE:- ALL THE NAMES USED HERE HAVE BEEN CHANGED JUST TO HIDE THE IDENTITY OF THE PERSON

     I was on my way towards home after a really hectic schedule at college and was on with my music as usual.  suddenly there was a small bang sound behind me... It was a physically challenged person around his 30's who was in this tricycle and met with an accident along an auto-rickshaw which was speeding, it was a hit and run case.
     All I could do as a student studying medicine was to take the next coming auto and rush the patient to the nearby hospital which was not really far away, I also was asked to donate blood, and I never refused.
     I met the doctors and spoke to them and then called Lajath's (knew his name later) wife.  She was there by quarter past7  and then I left them and went back towards home.
     A couple of days later(monday) on my way back I made up some time and visited Lajath along with a basket of fruits and a bottle of energy malt drink. He was happy to see me and his wife who was sewing some dress made some place for me to sit. Lajath was happy to see me and was asking about me.
     Later I took out a note pad and was noting the name of the medicines which he was taking, and was shocked to know that he was taking a medicine to improve the quality of his life as he was down with polio.
I just looked at him and asked him-DIDN'T YOU HAVE THOSE TWO DROPS OF LIFE(DO BOONDH ZINDAGI KI)

...? To which he gave me a shocking reply back with tears in his eyes
    Lajath said:- My dad never found time to take me as he was ever tight with alcohol and would be blotted in   it. Because of him I even lost my mother and lost everything we had, He made us popper. We were down staying on the road for years till I got something from my in laws and have got a better job to keep myself and my family in a roof.
     I was left mute and speechless with my arrector pili making my skin hairs stand, I just had a numb eye with sorrows in my heart. I took over the prescription and went down to the pharmacy, got the required drugs and handed over and left
   
     I felt helpless and was cursing the parents who never cared about their children, Who lived for self and never spent time for the life of their children. They are responsible for their own children's difficult straits, by making them a victim to polio-virus which invades and paralyzes the nervous system.

THE SINGING BIRD

THIS WAS ONE OF THE FIRST POEMS I HAD WRITTEN ( ALSO PUBLISHED IN THE TIMES OF INDIA - STUDENT EDITION- 24/8/2008)
- IM SURE YOU WILL ENJOY READING THIS

Deep in the woods a little bird sings,
The way she shines and sparkles.
She is as friendly as can be,
She is the singing bird, isn't she?

The dawn sees the sun awake, and
As time passes she goes on with a new chapter,
Still sleepy aren't you- doesn't matter
She has a good range,
Her every tale is strange.
She is the singing bird, isn't she?

She gets everyone awake,
Sitting at the branch of a tree near the lake.
She continues to sing on her way to the sun,
When I remember this it gives me loads of fun.
She is the singing bird, isn't she?

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