the normal Indian student of 12th….never much has much of options about his career..taking science envelops him a nutcase of only two options :engineering or medical.whether you call it parental influence or normal Indian stigmatized behavior to follow the crowd or can say follow the fools who thought some things called dogmas that world is only for medical people and engineers.
well…sadly i too was a part of that fool group…and by bad or good luck ended up with marks that landed me up in a dental grad college….but with no knowledge of what a dentist did or anything dentistry was but just following the trend of other such hyper confident over nothing kind of people.
leaving my passion for writing ,dancing and creativity behind that never did i even knew i had took my final step thats my start of dentistry…..
for a normal person ..a dentist is none other then one who breaks teeth….a person fool enough to study five years the thing tht any normal boxer can do without even have to study it..well thats what orthodox relatives of mine used to make fun of my career choice…well i too believed that at back of my mind…but who the heck can now complain after such a gruesome amount of fees already paid…
1st year….baby steps to a new world
o.k...so after all tantrums,crying,emotional melodramas finally the new world of college life and hostel life started in a new city and a new set of people around…the college as it can be said was a admix of concrete and lushful green surrounding…big and lavish enough to be lost in its charm or scary enough to just run away..
the typical Indian and that too Guajarati youngster would always go to college hostel with two bags…one with clothes and other with mum’s home made food[nashta]…it never looses that charm of mums food all these years too…
so finally the day to start college arrived and reached college by a night before only to find three other confused minds as mine there….well there was just one thing common about us that all of us were small town girls who were afraid and beholding what was going to come.being kind of introvert person i am very much in aww for all those who have made their names living far away and among strangers.because ii can well understand their state of mind in amidst so much chaos of people around.person like me who kind of liked the peaceful atmosphere of a small city with everyone around knowing you and the farthest place away was just 5min from your place,i was kind of misfit in the atmosphere.the junior senior nagging was always there.with everyone kind off wanting to show their dominance and power.it was like jungle rule here ‘survival of fittest’.
there were all kind of animals of jungle here to relate too.
lion-the dominant and centre of attraction seeking ones
monkeys-people for college was nothing but fun and frolic hopping around
cheetahs-hmm..the intelligent ones who just wanna grasp on everything
sloths-the most slow and lazy and stupid ones
chameleons-dual and changing colors.and mind well you would find many of these kinds
squirrels-fast as hell to grasp things but never receive the position they deserve
donkeys-always laden with fear and tension of ensuing exams and hardcore hard workers but well not all luck they have..
dogs and bitches- well the name says it..the gossipers and players…they are a different section of college society that adds spices to ordinary curry of dentistry.
by some work of fate or ill fate i was always getting into troubles and being added up in bad books of people.it never affected me as such because of my strong sense of hold of myself but it irritated a lot ff people around and always tried to throw stones on my path and create some difficulties in one way or other.i peculiarly remember my ragging that t if i had powers would want to wash off from my memories.the innocence of mind can never live once you start your hostel life.and same happened with me too.the innocence died off..the college canteen seemed the best place to show seniority for these.always standing in lines and seniors breaking lines.i remember well waiting 2 hours for just one dose once.never getting a good table to eat and if at all we sit on a table of seniors be prepared to be nagged and tortured till you leave that table half eaten.
the college life was far from what i supposedly had a notion about what college was supposed to be.any kid in school would have a deceptive vision of college life being all fun and frolic and no bags and no studies.its supposedly contains girls wearing short skirts and cool guys with shades.bunking college and watching movies seems the thing to do.
but it wasn't all fun.it had a strict discipline,a sense of professionalism and huge burden of study.i remember being in library for days in studying to get good marks.but the sarcastic part here was the more you study the less marks you get and the less you do the more marks.so i was never a good student as off in relation to marks concerned.always a mediocre.also i had no rich parents with big names because of whom i got get good marks.so i became a child of destiny and luck.whatever i made of my life was on mine own.
years that followed and heading now towards end….
years went by at jet speed ,experiences learned,friends made,friends lost,exams given,etc.life had flown away at a lightening speed and when i look back now,just want to be happy remembering all the great times spend and all fun had in college and merely darkening out the bad ones as for it was the wrong ones that made me realize importance of good ones..life in college was never a joy ride in any sense.being a senior though we never behaved or showed any inkling of attitude to our juniors.clinics were a learning experiences of how offensive and disgraceful learning can be .the joys of satisfaction on a patients face gave a inner satisfaction sometimes while sometimes just want to flee away from clinical work.all the punishments and all things that always made me cry created a strong sense of professionalism that can never be forgotten.the parties,cultural fest provided the much needed break from the exhaustion.life has definitely changed from the transformation of a caterpillar to a soon to be butterfly by the end of internship.and loving each experience of this transformation.
from being totally dependent on parents for decisions to complete independent identity this college has given me.from people i hate to people i call my best friends this college has given.it has given the best four years of my life .and am thankful for it.
dentistry is not for any simple being.and as my sir says it..its no rocket science either.just what it needs is a little bit of passion and love towards it.well at end of four years i have finally made myself love dentistry and also people respect the profession too.
this is mine experience of college life shared.dedicated to all people who shared it in a good or bad way.no offence meant and not aimed at hurting anyone's sentiments.
good post...reminded me of my mbbs days....you seem to have same feeling for medical field like I have...forced into the filled to fulfill parents', relative's wishes...( that's mine case ) I knew only one thing about being doc...you are respected. Never knew this field is full of shit. I had some similar exp about ragging, college life, lib life etc. I did write some post on it. waiting for more such posts from you. It feels good when we come to know we are not alone in this jungle, some one is like me.
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