My first year in medical school .

I have acclimatized myself to the world of books and illness and hospital smells and the tongue twisters of names of tablets and pills and patient and medicine. To the world where people bleed to death like a gentleman and death comes in as a lady. To the world with gifted hands.

"What do you want to become when you grow up ?" 
A doctor
 I am living my words today . Well technically living the initial phase of marching towards my answer. When I first answered this question, well I don't quite remember the details of the wh part ( who asked me , when , where ?). I replied so just for the sake of it. Or was that because it seemed like the correct answer to the question? I was never fascinated by hospital smells. In fact I was the kid who feared injection the most ...I had never thought I would end up here pricking myself in the haematology labs.
 10th September 2014 ,18th year of my life, I got my admission in this medical college . 
First year MBBS student ,seems like this is where I really found the correct answer. Well there are still four and a half years to go before I actually write up a Dr. In front of my name. After discovering and rediscovering myself, after the metamorphosis I went through, I tell myself , I have changes completely. My thoughts of being a doctor changed. I realized buying a MBBS degree isn't a joke .

It’s human life to be dealt with after all .
 There is a whole lot of first times in the medical college .. hospitals , psm visits...the smell of the hospital seems like an aroma now however the sweat accompanies...

Injections , stethoscope , sphygmomanometer are the play kits , bones and skeleton are toys that convoys. The first time community visit , the first time practical interaction and of course how can I forget failing for the first time..

There’s always a risk of forgetting own name, for trying to remembering name of drugs so hard . Mulling over notes and buried beneath the books, people call the medical students nerds. And we have to study like crazy , uphold the title of geek so that we wouldn’t accidentally remove kidneys instead of appendix. Long hours woes of focusing on black fonts on white sheets, trying to solve Rubik’s cube of the entangled subjects , cutting off of the fun part we need to sum up the whole world to the medicine . Nothing scares us more than viva voce and the exams. Wardrobe malfunction is never a problem as the fashion is limited to whitened aprons and stethoscope.

MBBS student must be a pro at cooking. Cooking answers with the right ingredients of course . it is inevitable that answers are required on the tip of the tongue. Studying the reports, cutting up bodies, these stuffs are tangible. There is no room for compromises and second chances.

But still after 5 years, somehow we are the ones who will keep you safe for honking during the traffic jam for tomorrow. It Maybe a slow start with hardships, but we are the people who will have a satisfaction of saving a life .