Kanela Repents?!!

After going thru the various marriage and marriage type posts...i also want to join the band wagon. my third anniversary i mean marriage adversary to surgery was celebrated with splendour and pomp. I too am xpecting my first baby in may(xams). whether it will be a caesarean section or vaccum assisted ...gottilla. but anyway lets see.

looking at the conditions my blood group has suddenly changed frm b+ to b-.

The MMC Cobbler-Flashback Series

With gaze on the ground
Loiters and lingers
Like a hungry hound
The huge potly dark man
Goes on a lengthy tour
Searching for shoes
In hostel’s every floor
Never any time to spare
His only motto
Was to polish and repair
With every shoe shined
Our cobbler whined
“saar moovathu varsha service maadidini
Aithu rupay beda , hathhu rupay bakshish kodi….. Saar”

He still is the same ,has”nt changed a bit
Short baniyan and bulging belly
“saar duddu yelli”

BR Hills : The Getaway

INTERNSHIP WAS JUST 1 YEAR but the experience and insight, which it endowed, was mammoth. One of the best parts which has alloyed into my reminiscence was this mountain of 2 letter word B.R ………..hills and its mysteries ,that 1 month of rurals made me realize that life is more compliant more vascular ,more de novo ,more simple over the hills not the plains albeit mired with some difficulties. It all started with the start of our repeater batch rural postings .Me and patar made a mini master plan to convert the usual 15 days rural at one phc into 1 month rendezvous .The perk was that NS was working there as medical officer and we thought that a 1month long party was decent enough for us. We somehow persuaded Sharada machiah and probably because of her british education in community medicine which has a high regard for rural research ,we threw a bait that we were going to do a rural project and 15 days won’t suffice …she generously donated 15 days extra ….with a titubating nod. That day 4 guys packed their bags me ,patar saga,and ravindra sir.I took my Yamaha and patar ,his Aston martin (a cross breed between cycle and moped ).

Journey was a bumpy one but our intermittent tea breaks at small angadis was like heaven. At last we reached yellandur the last of plains .Uphill was a thing worth remembering ,full of greens ,wildlife ….with gaurs giving us wild stares…and interspersed with anecdotes by saga…..chants by ravindra sir,”never mind who cares” looks from patar and of course sound effects by me. At last we halted at our destination “a cottage looking PHC……with a serious doc examining patients and voila it was NS with a frenchie. I wondered that if he would have devoted even half of that dedication during mbbs times he would be a rank student. With chikkamada and bommi on his left and right he turned to us and his oral cavity dilated “yen daktare bandbittidiraa”……hi hi heee. After his usual antics of “yelli muttidiru nu sumne irtaaney” we infested his room even when we were given separate accommodation. Food was a problem but thanks to NS bread toast &butter,maggi ,and giridarshini we never starved. Days were short and nights were long. Patar immersed himself in NS computer ,hari om was in his own kick ,saga was a bit restless as his routine activities were different than ours …thanks that he persisted ,and I used to watch the roof endlessly as the fear of lizards falling from the roof was huge. NS was the guy who had a drastic change, he bathed daily, saw patients and treated them with his vocal medicine more than oral medicine. During the mobile visits to the tribal hamlets I came to know that every disease in this universe can be treated with PCT, CPM, RANTAC…the wonder drugs. Then there was this STF chief types who hammered us with real masala mix stories of veerappan and how STF chilled out in the jungles and lastly how MUCH ns WAS AT RISK of being kidnapped b’cos veerappan was having status asthmaticus and NS was the only mobile doc in that area…for all this timepass he charged a cpm,pct,rantac and albendazole. But of course the prince of BR hills was this young old man called GANESH, with an estate, a gypsy, ham radio, net, a lovely house, and his kari bekku coffee…he was the prince of what he called not BR but BEVERLY HILLS. He was a guy who knew everything about everything at a tender age of probably 60’s.Evenings were spent at mahesha angadi and watching snake lake and sticks. Our national geographic life was well handled by NS as BR hills was full of wildlife including patar. Anyway every nice story has an end and one fine damp morning we packed our bags and rolled back to the plains ……

Getting Started

After a lull of 11 months in this stereotypical place called Calicut I am meeting some people with whom I share a common creative ancestry. Though my academic life is still hibernating and my surgical finesse is recuperating and there is a looming possibility of my junior batch coming; because by the time those young studs arrive I have to justify my 1 year of surgical experience, I have to reload my academic and surgical arsenal to be pitted against them……..I am literally procrastinating my studies …which I shouldn’t …forbid me for my sulking. but I just wanted to send out this cosmic message into the void that I am meeting interesting people .Medicos who are acting in serials; docs who direct small time album songs; physicians who were trained in classical music by GHULAM ALI, small time guitarists and some cartoonists .Time is sprinting, not just passing ….but still my academics are in a shit-hole ….strange things come in life at inappropriate timing???? My finances are plummeting even when the stipend has hiked …….everything looking red...But with blue at the centre …I have to START …..But I do need to open the choke.

Money Matters

When we were UG’S ,TIMES WHEN WE DID’NT HAVE ANY MONEY WE WERE more happier and content we were never in debt in fact we were forever indebted.Then unexpectedly internship started and we started to earn independent money ,then all our financial woes started ‘Lo saala idiyaa’were the words which we used often and the regularity has kept on escalating no matter where we are India or UK, our bikes or cars will always run in Reserve .Money is a monster with a pretty gal…it will seduce us till we reduce to nothing.Be wary dudes and dudettes .Nevertheless “kasu kudo””kodo magane’ “tea hakso “”oota hakso “ “duddu bichoo” all these dialogues will persist throughout our life.

SUNDAY TIMES

This is for all u guys past and present for whom this day of our monotonous week holds such a high stead.The real sun used to rise on Sundays and in mmc the SUN never used to set.In our MMC Saturday evenings used to herald the oncoming.The plan used to start in KUMARA’S tea shop whose constant supply of" sugary hot tea flavoured water" still appears to this day as the best liquid down our gutters {magic druid} .This was the the time when we were still in our younger TERMS ,when we had no plans in life ,we all followed the same protocol.Elaborate plans for Sunday were laid down ,each one tailored their own .The penreys "naale chicken thina ke hogana ..ILAPUR illa andre REGENT"Then there were the CELLAR BOYS for whom Sunday was just the 7th day of any week ,full of laziness,fun and night out at dhaba and drunken driving on their bikes.The types of NS did nothing to justify this day either ,his morning used to start at afternoon and night used to come the next day’s early morning,THE DAY FILLED WITH LOITERING AROUND HOSTEL CORRIDORS,STARING TREES Above kumara’s shop in search of some obscure Darwinian Galapagos kind of bird or birds,he always had this talent or intent to SPOT something in between the branches when lesser souls just used to see the sun flicker behind the branches and leaves;of course he always used to forget his PRIZED binoculars.’chakli ,chai and wills were his temptations.BUT THAT DID,NT DISTRACT the likes of KASHI,shama,chidu ,dinga,kasma,bd,girisha…whose sole intent on Sundays was to rise early and catch the glimpse of that forever evading 7;30 am PIECE.kashi WAS THE epitome of beautification who detected the BEHOLDER in each thing ,female or feminine………he should be beatified acc to mmc standards.WE still miss his "gone there seen that "reports and post Sunday feast mucching .well I used to look out early morning for the asian age supplement as it used to be really an EYEOPENER.For all of us who survived our entrance days in MMC every day was a Sunday except we used to read more of supplements ,weekly shampoo bath and ajji bondas.Time passed on ,we came to know more about the BIRDS and BEES of life but still today Sunday is as important though the context has changed EACH ONE CELEBRATES IT ALONE.We never hear the echoes of"SMARTY" IN OUR NEW CORRIDORS…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… (written on a nostalgic Saturday night in deserted floors of Pg hostel )

Whats Common Between Phrenic Nerve and a Mango

This one is from E-Coli: Nostalgia at MMC

This was during anatomy dissections, which genuinely bored me no
end.So we were exploiting our time in personal development
programmes, GK, whats the good word or some stuff like that.
One afternoon some enlightened soul realised that we were looking
into only the mind side of the personal development programme and
ignoring the body side.After agreeing with the realisation we tried
to explore our options. The mango and papaya tree in the backyard
was too inviting. We , hunted like a hungry predators. stones were
rained, mangoes collected and a few inc myself climbed the trees
much to the resonating giggles of few girls.
ye alnode...
everyone looked and we ourselves were having so much fun that , as
they say we never looked back. And when we did actually look back
there was something at a distance tht looked like chowdegowda.
everyone scattered, but some were caught including myself.But It was
all so confusing to all of us including chowde himself.

[And I must share here about terms of endearment with chowde; I
strongly suspected that he thought i was a studious kid or something
like that.I even recall what made him think that way.
Well we all know chowde, he is all about spaces and spaces between
spaces.
This goes within that while that comes through this etc.
So he on the first week or so, came and asked our table what is
common to teres major minor and corocobrachialis i think? although
me and patar were the most shabby looking idiotic guys , somehow he
chose me...and even today i feel it was jesus christ himself who
helped me with the answer, so i answered they all have common origin
from scapula .he was impressed to such an extent that he never asked
me anything after that during the whole year.kindly note this was
the first week and although the answer seems basic now it was a
philosophical concept then.So i was telling u that he didnt ask me
anything after that, well he did actually,
during that afternoon of teh fruit plucking sessions-. he asked me
what is happening?
i swear to god ive never been more confused all my life that i was
then,i had thought he saw me having all the fun and i was going to
be sheela naiks verbal victim etc and there was asking me what was
happening? . But he asked me again what is going on? that convinced
me that he didnt know we were stealing fruits....it was at that
exact moment love bhushan gupta made a mithun chakravarthy entry and
i told chowde in my most innocent tone that love bhushan gupta was
stealing fruits in spite of our repeated warnings.
I think he got the usual chowde mouthful.But unfortunately after a
mass confession session since we were indirectly(his consclusion)
involved he asked me and sajith to write imposition about route of
phrenic nerve from the manual.

Ive had many interesting moments in MMC, But im trying to chronicle
it chronologically .Even today i can almost relate phrenic nerve to
a mango.

SCVD-Society for Visually Challenged Doctors

Since every soul resting in this site is busy presenting papers ....me too has decided to enter the bus.the SVCD(society of visually challenged doctors;SVCD, has a strong presence in our campus.....largely supported by the" REDS"a party akin to a chamaeleon which never changes its colour.under the aegis of SVCD of whom i have been made a passively submissive member we only get one newspaper in english THE HINDU {and many other regional mallu papers}.HINDU which was launched under PREMATURE voluntary retirement scheme , if u read it for 2 or 3 months u feel u are going to retire ......plain words jing e illa paper alli.aam juntaa may remember the times in mmc wen we used to get THE ASIAN AGE ,papr which was so SCENIC ...... but times ...they are chang'in ......if SVCD continues in my life i will sure .....ATROPHY