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.

An Ode to the NEETPG fiasco

Thousands will remember,

The joke that was played,

Their dreams were molested,

And the justice was raped.

The money and the power,

Reigned supreme over the law,

Being a doctor in those times,

Was their only ‘critical’ flaw.

One India, one exam they dreamt of,

But denied were their dreams,

The knowledge was up for sale,

Accessible only to those with greens.

The poor and the honest,

Toiled hard to achieve the zilch,

The dumbs used their banks,

The system didn’t even flinch.

The Hippocratic Oath they took,

Was burning to ashes inside,

Thousands will remember,

The year their morals died.