I know this sounds extremely corny but today marks the end of a 7 year long association with my medical school. I got done with my housejob yesterday and did not apply for an extension because I wanted to take a year off and try to steer my career in a different direction. At this stage, it is a huge decision for me because, frankly, I am notsure what the future holds for me, and I am treading new ground here. I have never been in this position before. How I handle myself now will therefore be as much a testimony of my character as anything else.
So anyways. I decided to write a short ditty outlining my sojourn in medical school, a la Shakespeare’s Seven Ages of a Man. Consider this to be the “…woeful ballad/ Made to his mistress’ eyebrow”. I may not have been appreciative of the people running the place, but Medical College and Hospital, Kolkata has always had a special place in my heart. And now its time to say goodbye!
The first age, of untouched innocence,
As we softly trod into the hallowed halls,
The awe, the wonder, the effervescence
Of pride as I crossed the carmine walls.
The second, knowing the body, dissecting the dead,
The sense of terror, the excitement,
An unsaid freedom, the growing up,
Discovering life, the sweet hours spent.
The third, finding love, a reckless rebellion,
Drunk on life, oh, the ecstasy,
To walk the path, less often trod,
And forgetting the world ‘round me!
The fourth, when illusions smashed to bits,
When love was lost, bruised, broken hearts.
The world seemed to fade into nothingness,
As life and love were torn apart…
With the resurrection, the fifth age came,
Like a phoenix, to rise from the dead,
Burying the past, forgetting the pain,
Renewed resolve, moving on, ahead.
With the sixth came an adrenaline rush.
Learning the tricks of the trade,
Taking tentative, baby steps
Following the trail, from the bench to the bed.
And then the seventh, age of tearful adieu,
Leaving home and hearth, the world to face,
With memories, moments, etched on my heart,
To cherish in life’s cruel race.
19 thoughts on “The Seven Ages of Life in Medical School”
all the best for the next phase bro’! we know u can do it!! 🙂 😀
Thanks for the kind words. Though I must admit I am not quite sure what exactly is ahead of me now!
Best of luck mate..for your future.
Thanks for dropping by and caring to comment!
Best of luck and kudos for having the courage to delve into the unknown.
Thanks for the wishes. This delving into the unknown was more thrust on me than anything! 😛
Hey, congrats on completing 7 years! So what’s the next plan???
Scary question, that. Wish I knew the answer myself!
all the best .. ❤ ur posts
Thanks for the nice words man! And I need the wishes, all the time! 😛
Hope you keep reading!
Best of luck to you on the next step in life!
Thanks so much! Loving your blog a lot. Flipped through a lot of your past posts.
so, in the first year dissecting the dead was the most exciting part for you!
It was fun, learning anatomy was not. Besides it was something entirely new and captured all of our fancies, even if we hated Anatomy…
I’ve changed my mind about your questions. Write from your heart.
wow….nice posts..u r really an inspiration !!!!
Beautiful composition!Its inspiring to see the intensity in your pursuit of knowledge!
so true and so nicely drafted 🙂 I am officially your fan pranab da ,right from class 5 when i used to listen to your debates n speeches in awe and even today i find myself being bowled out by your versatile skills…..anywaz.. all the best for your career as a medical professional….am sure, though, that u would become a sure handed doc 🙂 🙂
Last,but not least.i didn’t get this “7 years stuff in medical school “….i guess mbbs is a 5 year course, rite!!! ?