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Why do Medical PG Residency in India?

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The Harsh reality of Medical PG Residency in India.
This how your Family doctor, Surgeon & Pediatrician are made.

I am 100% sure you have no idea what goes inside this place.

And I am sure, even if you do, you would look sideways as swiftly as when a six-year-old beggar kid selling roses comes to you on the signal, even if you could, you end up doing nothing for her.

You do what, we all do best, ignoring and moving ahead with our own work,

with our own life.

Period.
Everyone knows how much inhumane it is.
Everyone knows how demanding it is.
Everyone knows how cruel it can be.
Everyone knows how depressing it can be.
Everyone knows these.

Then why do they still do it?
Then why do they still chase it?
Then why do they still tail it?

They know they will be exhausted till they themselves drop dead on the bed.

They know they will be emotionally drained till they themselves find no satisfying reason for happiness.

They know they will be tired till the point they themselves feel lifeless.

And the saddest part is?
Nobody cares.

Nobody cares that they slog like slaves.
Nobody cares that they go to bed on an empty stomach.
Nobody cares that the sheer stress drives many to depression and worse, suicide.

Everyone shouts at them.
Everyone expects too much from them.
Everyone kicks them left and right, up and down.

Yet nobody raises a voice.
A voice saying something for them.
A voice expressing their pain.
A voice demanding a human way.

Well, this is the story of every Indian PG Resident doctor.

Did you know this?
Even if you did, surely turned to the left and let it pass.

My mind still wonders,
Why do people, MBBS doctors pursue PG?
Even after all these

Is it worth it?
Is it worth it?
Is it worth it?

Yours Only,
Dr Dinesh Raja,
The Doctor who feels.

If leaving the campus doesn’t make you cry, you haven’t lived a college life

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It is as if we were all baby birds chirping cheerfully yesterday, then tomorrow we need to pack up our back and fly out of our home, our college; unto an unknown, strange sky.

When you hit the first step here, the trees greet you with their gentle rustling.

When you take a breath here, the breeze swells you up with warmth.

When you look up, the stars are showering their protective spells upon you.

When you try to find your way, the signage by the road, find you and guides you.

When you enter the hostel, the walls welcome you with a hug.

When you get into your room, she snuggles you up and sings you a lullaby.

When you eat in the canteen, the simple poha puts a smile on your face.

When you sleep late, your roommate’s alarm wakes you up.

When you walk towards the lecture halls, the ancient benches calm your heart down.

When the professor comes up, you feel like a Wizard, Harry potter yourself.

When you do your first night out, even the warden yells, ‘get out, and your buddies cheer you up aloud.

When you try the first things, you realise, how much you act like stupid beings.

When you have late-night talks, nothing compares to it, with a walk

When you propose, that’s when your life gets its course.

When you fall in love, poor soul, in the hell you dove.

When your heart is broken, your friends make sure something else too.

When you pass out, bless the soul, which cleans your lot.

When the exams are prime, the sleep is forsaken for another time.

When you are done with the last year, you wish for just one more year.

When you enter the hospital, you feel like an adult already.

When you live like an intern, you feel like a helpless, naive kitten.

When you graduate, you realise that it is getting real.

When your juniors give you farewell, you feel the big brother flowing out of you.

When you chill in the evenings, you realise, you are going to miss these innings.

When you are on the terrace, the city drenched in the cold night gives you a kiss.

When you leave the campus, you feel like you are leaving your own mother.

When you have to get up and move out, you feel like somebody is dragging you, from her soothing lap, away.

When you finally start to fly, that’s when you realise, she was nursing you all these times.
And,
You can never go back.
Ever.

Yours Only,
Dinesh Raja,
The one who feels.

IT’s the Last lap! C’mon, you can do it doc!

| The Ikiguy

P.S. I dedicate this to my friend, co-intern, who’s one step away from breaking down.

Credits: Pinterest

There comes a time in the life of an intern, when she or he thinks of giving up.
Thinks she can’t do it anymore.
Thinks she’s done with it.
But when she raises her head to see the horizon, realises there are loads of laps to be run.

And it is okay to feel this way.
It is okay to feel exhausted from the internship.
It’s okay to feel not to want to do it anymore.

We all are humans after all.
Just running and trying to save lives wearing the white cape.
We all are literally babies who just got out of med school trying to walk on the
path of being the Doctor.

You have done a great job doc! We all are super proud of you.
The very fact that you are interning is an achievement on its own accord.

Going through the grilling obstacle course of NEET-UG->1st to 4th year->Internship is absolutely not an easy task.
Mind you, not everyone can do what you have done girl!
C’mon give yourself a pat on your back.

Just one more step.
Just one more day.
Just one more patient.
You know right? We are in this together.
Let’s see it through the end of the line.

You can do it.
You can make it my friend.
I believe in you.
We believe in you.

While the battle is far from over.
It is perhaps the end of the beginning.
Soon we shall wear huge responsibility of being the Doctor whether in the form of PG or M.O or IAS.
And it will be a lifelong one.
It wouldn’t be a trial tussle of 365 days as this one.
But one of huge magnitude, of stellar consequences.
So my friend let’s strive to equip our arsenals and get ready for the holy war with the most heartwarming smile.
Because that’s who it is won.

This war shall be won by three things.

It shall be won by Love.Warmth.Care.

And yes of course, I was speaking of life, not your profession.

Life of a Neurosurgeon – A review

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Why you should watch this?
1. If you are GMCite!
(GMCite=A passionate medico from Grant Medical College!)
2. To learn about Medical history.
3. To hear from the stalwart himself.
4. To listen to the heroic tales of doctors and bureaucrats.
5. To be ignited with the burning fire of becoming a good doctor.

Who’s who?

Dr. Sunilkumar Pandya sir

A well known GMCite and an eminent Neurosurgeon.
Dr. Pandya joined GMC (Grant Medical College )Mumbai in 1957, KEM (King Edward Memorial) Hospital and worked as Neurosurgery Professor and HOD there.
He is a proponent of the “Patient-centric model” as a solution to all the dilemmas faced by a physician or a medico.
Dr Pandya is editor of Emeritus, IJME (Indian Journal of Medical Ethics), Journal Ombudsman, JPGM (Journal of Postgraduate Medicine) and is a member of the International Editorial Advisory Board of the Men’s Sana Monographs.

Likes

Questions.
Good questions deserve great answers. Those were some pretty darn right questions asked.

Observation Haki

Like-minded people.
As the popular saying goes, ‘If you want to walk faster, go alone if further go together.’ When he quotes the anecdotes of how Governor Grant and his personal physician Charles Moorehead worked on the project of creating a medical school together, you realise, you need like-minded people. You need people who believe in the same cause as you to create miracles, to create magic.

Teachers.
For an institution to become great it requires both, the teachers and students to work hard to enable their institution to become national and international eminence.

Importance of history.
History is meant to be taught in such a way that it inspires individuals. It incites the fire in the belly. It makes them dream wild.

Future of medicine?
Oh, probably decay in clinical skills. We are already witnessing the degrading standards of clinical medicine.

About Charles Moorehead.

Devil is in the detail. It is fascinating how meticulous and detail-oriented he was. And how much he cared about the institution gnarly.

Heroic habits.
Habits we can inculcate in our lives to make them richer and prosperous.

Want to convince a group of people to do something? Show them your homework. Show them the surveys. Bring the Big guns of statistics.

Things Indian medical schools can adopt.

Teach them medical history.
Tell them about the scientists of medical science, the stalwarts of clinical sciences and the messiah of humanity. Whatever medical knowledge we have is the debt to them. We take it for granted. We are standing on the shoulders of thousands of people who have come before us. This a Medico should know.

The art of clinical skills.
Emphasize it.
Teach them gnarly.

Sunil sir’s advice on further reading.
1. Aequanimitas– Sir William Osler’s
Aequanimitas was one of Sir William Osler’s most famous essays, delivered to new doctors in 1889 as his farewell address at the Pennsylvania School of Medicine, prior to transferring to Johns Hopkins.

2. Charles Moorehead Graduation speech.

The GMC Show.
The entire team has done an amazing job. Right from the concept, to research, to video, to questions.
They have done a commendable job.
May God bless each one of them.
We are looking forward to more such amazing podcasts of eminent personalities.

Take home message for all the medicos out there.
Your main purpose to your patient is to help them.
Be humble.
Be humane.

Disclaimer:
All credits reserved to the creator, thee and the one who spoke.
The review is not meant to hurt any entity, person or thing.
The ideas, phrases is duly credited to the author.
This post is not meant to hurt anybody’s feelings, sentiments.
This article was made so as to facilitate the greatness of learnings which can be gained.

It’s scary to think about PG.

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It’s scary to think about how in 4 months, we all will be done with our GMC, our graduation, our college life.

This thought is sinking one sand grain at a time unto my thick Indian skull. And everytime I pass by this unwanted guest of a thought, it scares me.

You ask what? I don’t know. May be it is scary that I will be leaving home again, and will live among strange new people.

May be it is scary that I will be moving out of hostel, the friends, the canteen, the lecture halls, the terrace.

May be it is scary that I have to outgrow my belonging which I have been since 6 years.

6 years is sure enough to make a grown up man cry while bading good byes to your mates, your college life.

May be it is scary that I have to be with new people, live in a new place, work in a new setup, eat at new resto, it’s intimidating that I have to leave all my familiarities that have gathered all these years.

May be it is scary to pop out of the safe confinements of this campus.

Facing ones fear is a part of that shitty adulting right. So let’s face it.

Yes, my life here in college is done. Now I have to unfurl my wings again and fly to a new oasis.

And it’s okay to be scared my amigo.

If anything college life has taught me is, ‘Life goes on.’

All that matters from here now, to be here in the moment, buckle up the seatbelt, and enjoy the ride, dil se.

P.S. Do listen to the beautifully apt song ‘Udd ja Parindey’ from soulful Jubin Nautiyal, composed by talented Mithoon, it will hit you on different level, trust me.

Yours Only, Dinesh Raja, A proud GMCite.

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