Sunday, June 1, 2008

Pyar, Pregnancy Aur Ghar. Are you listening, Bollywood?

We had our last batch social last week. The whole class gets together, and everyone who wants to can perform on stage. For a bunch of medicos who only need an excuse to enjoy themselves, this was heaven. My class is fucking awesome. Every single one of us is good at at least one thing, and most have multiple talents. (I, for one, specialise in bad puns.) The details of the feasty fest will have to wait for some other time, when my brain is not threatening to implode.

Now, since I am all busy with exams and stuff (ha!), it’s still pictures for you. There, there, don’t cry. No horrible pictures this time. Smile!

Our first batch social, which, sadly, went by the corny name of Redemption*, was loads of fun. Even I danced. Stop looking so horrified, I wasn't that bad**. But being backstage getting into costume was a pain, since I missed a lot of the fun, such as the movie spoof, shown above. So, this time, I swore I wouldn't miss a minute of the show, and refused to participate in the events. The whole thing was so mind blowingly fantastic that I felt like an idiot, sitting there in an uncomfortable chair, sweating it out in a sari underneath a fan that refused to work. (Yes, I promise to write about Redemption 2.) We are fucking fantastic. And I shall sing for our convocation. Oh, yes, I shall.

Fleas, ticks, mites, lice, mosquitoes, tapeworms, flies. The SPM department owns all of these, and their eggs, larvae, pupae, nymphs, and more. We, of course, are expected to know each of them (being certified entomologists) and identify them for our exams. This looks a lot like the mosquito I killed yesterday night. Maybe they were cousins.


Class trip, again. This one is from when we went to Hyderabad, last year. A friend of mine owed me a biryani for some reason he said was too trivial for a biryani, but I stood firm. He had his revenge- instead of buying me one when all of us went out to eat, he brought it to my room a few hours later, when everyone was starving. The battle was mercifully short, and the biryani stood no chance against seasoned veterans like us. I got two mouthfuls, I think. :D

Can you read it? No? All right, I'll tell you. From left to right, it reads "RAMBHA Ne Hrithik se Pyar kiya" (Rambha loved Hrithik), "DCH GHAR" (DCH Home), and "HCG Found in MAMATA's Pregnancy." My apologies if it sounds like the plot of Yash Raj's new "family entertainer", but it isn't. Those, lovely reader, are mnemonics in (what else?) SPM. Don't ask. I have no idea.

Isn't it pretty? Say it's pretty.

What with people throwing up and being scared off my blog forever, I am now putting up nice pictures. (I could have used a tapeworm instead of my room mate, but I didn't. See how nice I am?) This shows a culture plate in which Proteus is flourishing, and that, beloved reader, is called swarming growth.
Pretty Proteus sat on a wall
Pretty Proteus saw a urinary tract
And immediately caused an infection.
The guy couldn't pee for a week.
Ah, poetry. *wipes eyes*
Small wonder, then, that this is called Proteus vulgaris.

The water supply to the entire district has got cut off (some brilliant bureaucrat probably broke open a major pipe when he dug for a telephone wire), and we have no classes until further notice. I can hope that it won't get fixed tomorrow, but I mistrust Mondays. Anything can happen.

I am enjoying ENT, although every single doctor there seems to be as crazy as they are brilliant. I won't be bored, and I'll learn some ENT in the meantime.

*It should have been called ATRO-pine, like I suggested. Nobody listens to me. Except you guys, of course. I love you all. (Atro is a word we medicos use a lot. Like, say, "The food at the hostel was atro today. Nothing new.")
**I am lying. I was terrible.

11 comments:

the stygian sailor said...

last batch social??? in spm year??
how???
you have 2 full years still in coll.
we had one in final year, then one in the beginning of internship and one in the end. the ones in internship were completely funded by pharmac companies.
lunch, t shirt, goodies all sponsored by the pharmac companies

tangled said...

It's very hard to think of things to say when one is
a) ill
b) laughing too hard to breathe.

Thank you for cheering me up, yo ^_^

Tys on Ice said...

Why oh why do i always read ur blogs just before my lunch?

u guys really hve those cultures at hand? Man, remind me never to piss u off....

Somebody Else said...

A bunch of doctors-to-be dancing? Damn, that must've been a sight.

PS- I notice rather astutely, they are good at the stuff. hmmm

black coffee said...

you will not believe the talents hidden behind those geeky glasses(okie i have em too) and oiled hair(here i beg to differ0 am talkin abt the ppl in my class..

Yes Proteus is pretty.. oh u appreciated the swarming growth huh?? :D

Mithrandir said...

even i have the same question as the stygian tailor, you say last batch social, and you are reading spm and ent and ophthal...how is it possible?

anyway, seems you are enjoying lots these days, enjoy till u can(till exam fever starts)!

arshat.chaudhary said...

wow! u guys have fun too?
nice post btw..

Ziah said...

That UTI strain - Such a pretty thing being such a pain in the pipes. Now I know how appearances are deceptive. Thank you Dr.AP... what will the world be without your blogs!:):)

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Tea N. Crumpet said...

This is what my husband deals with every day. Should I disinfect him before he comes home?

Somebody Else said...

you went off somewhere?