The medical student Beginnings

The story is the same everywhere irrespective of caste, creed, colour, nativity or intellect. The plight of young Indian student as he/she tries to find safe ground in the world beyond the grade 12 exams is a tale often told, repeated and passed down the generations. A piece of our culture. This gruesome process is characterised by sleepless nights, aimless exams, hopeless homework, a screaming father, a worried mother, a pestering neighbour and what not. The poor soul is forced to enter in to a non-gaming, no whatSapp, no football, no television zone.
The outcome would not vary much as each student would soon enter the portals of the college he/she is entitled to. In most cases another vicious cycle of competitive study and a desire to excel follows. Dreams and aims are set: A good job, mind blowing salary and a happy married life.
However the life of a medical student presents an amusing tale. This is where the twist lies. Ah! There is no “happily ever after “finish here.
Presenting to you the everyday life of a medical student in preludes. To be precise this is my life with minimal exaggerations.

3.00 am : my mind is polluted with an array of thoughts. Sleep carefully evades me and i feel lost in life.

4.00 am: the aura of sleep finally attracts my senses and its spell enthrals me. Peace after a long day of doing nothing productive.
6.00 am: a rapping sound followed by a scream “sir!” My dhobi. I have to get up or my hostel room door would come down crashing.
6.40 am: I can hear the morning rush as my buddies get ready for class. Half-awake I begin to debate on my prospects of getting up.
7.00 am: the sincere guys try to wake me up. I choose not to respond.
7.10 am: the holy guys try to wake me up. I say no
7.20 am: my best friend tries to wake me up. “Knee pain!” I scream. He swears at me and leaves.
9.30 am: my co- bunker breaks open my door, drags me off the bed and asks me if I want pizza. I finally wake up.
11.00 am: the pizza arrives and after a hot water bath I am all set to enjoy the afternoon. A Hollywood romantic comedy is playing on my laptop and am on cloud nine.
1.00 pm: I consider attending the afternoon lecture but my friend walks in with a gaming mouse and his laptop. Counter strike for 2 hours.
3.30 pm: I begin to wonder what I am doing in life. My legs feel weak suddenly. I decide to gym.
5.00 pm: my friends come back from class. Long hours of gassing follow where I also realise that I have attest the next day.
6.00 pm: India is playing Australia. Cricket match. It’s the only sport where my country even stands a chance. Why not watch it! Patriotism.
9.30 pm. India lost the t20 match.
10.00pm: dinner. Cup noodles and lays with coke.
10.30pm: ah! Finally I realise I have time to study. I open my books, switch on the lights, take out my scribble pad, pray and begin.
11.00 pm: my friend’s birthday party. Yummy chocolate cake! Can’t miss it.
12.30 pm: wow! What a day. Felt like heaven I tell myself.
1.00 am: reality hits me and I wonder. I curse myself for wasting time. I am so pissed that I am not realising my priorities in life. I have to become a good doctor!
4.00 am: sleep.
The question is will I go to class the next day. Preferably not! Game on!