MBBS : Year One

“This piece of wordplay is strictly for people of medical profession because only they can relate to and understand it.”

I still remember the day,

When the burning sun felt cool,

I would soon be a doctor,

I was happy, I was a fool,

My first step in college,

Was greeted by a swear,

Hairs chopped to minimal,

Living in constant fear,

As I took up the book,

BDC was its name,

I knew MBBS is hell,

And life was never the same,

I spent hours thinking,

What the Guyton tried to say,

And whatever I grasped,

Was soon washed away,

I had a look at harper,

I didn’t knew what to do,

I tried to grab it all,

And all away it flew,

Days turned in nights,

Nights rolled into days,

Came knocking on my door,

The frightening month of May,

I had a pile of books,

Sitting in front of me,

But all I could remember,

Was a word called ‘supply’,

I went in for viva,

Not a bone I could explain,

My months of toiling hard,

I felt were all in vain,

I do not how I did,

Clear the year I had,

It should have been terrible,

But it didn’t end so bad,

I began a new year,

Feeling a doc I am,

But 9 to 12 of torture,

Showed I never can,

I had a look at pharma,

The book was called KDT,

Drugs, drugs, drugs and drugs,

My brain just cried empty,

As I picked up the weight,

Robbins was its name,

I got that sinking feeling,

This year is the same.

Dignity Sacrificed

When I looked at this world, it felt like a stranger,

I think was lost in a jungle, and I am not a ranger,

I went beating a trail that no one’s going to follow,

And all the promises seemed to be hollow,

I had to put a struggle, yet couldn’t end my strife,

Such was the story of my life,

This world seemed to be, too hard to survive,

That’s when I made the sacrifice.

Dignity sacrificed,

Dignity sacrificed.

I shot down all the morals, that I had heeded,

I felt all that rubbish was just not needed,

If I have to make a bigger tomorrow,

I need to laugh on everyone’s sorrow,

Just look around and see, all those who had a rise,

Had their dignity sacrificed,

You may find it so untrue, but you’ll realize,

It is a must to survive.

Dignity sacrificed,

Dignity sacrificed.

I am a king but I still fee like a pauper,

I hae all the wealth, but my life isn’t proper,

And I could barely catch a wink in the night,

Wishing I hadn’t strayed and done what was right,

I should have never bowed; I should have given fight,

But then I didn’t realize,

I may now look alive, but inside I am crying,

I let my dignity die.

Dignity sacrificed,

Mistake realized.

Post #NEET syndrome

Sitting useless at home,

Not a job in sight,

I lose my patience slowly,

Shedding my will to fight,

Exam is stuck in a rut,

The court is sleeping sound,

The future I envisaged once,

Is struggling to hold the ground,

The mosquitoes do the best,

Sucking on blood remaining,

They too curse their damn luck,

This system hasn’t left much for draining.