Life of a medico..

Many people think that being a medico is easy. Well, it's a myth. And like most of the other myths,  it isn't true.  It doesn't matter if you are in dental,  homeopathy or M. B. B. S.. People will tell you that dedicating five years into the field is too much. Well,  I am a medico and I stand against all these speculations. In case you are wondering what a medico is.. It's what we call ourselves and by "ourselves" I mean the future doctors who are struggling to live up to the title. 

After 12th standard,  the teenagers (people who aren't children nor adults but are expected to act both ways) are exposed to so many extrance exams.  And the exams decide our fate. Getting into a medical college is not easy. The seats are very few and too many buttocks to fill the seats. And if you get into the college, don't be happy yet.. Because that's just the beginning of the struggle. 

People say that in the beginning of any course, the load isn't too much. The teachers,  administration etc.. tend to go easy on the new kids. I say  "CRAP!". The truth is.. In M. B. B. S the first and the last year are the most difficult, bone wrecking years of our medical life. On the very first day of the very first year, we are made to sit in front of lifeless bodies- the cadavers. No,  they don't let us touch it on the first day because they want us to get "accustomed" to it first. A seventeen or eighteen year old with a cadaver,  fun to read but not so fun to experience. The place where the cadavers are kept is called "The dissection room". No,  it's not scary anymore. Yes,  it's very clean. 

The cadavers are fun if you ask me. At first they bring out the true emotions in people - fear or tears and then they are just subjects we get to learn from by tearing them apart. With all due respect, the cadavers are our Gods during that time of the academic session. 

Many things happen in the dissection room. It's the highlight of first year. People faint,  they have panic attacks,  the smell becomes too strong for them so they try and escape. I had an experience too. I cried,  profusely and carelessly. I don't know why I did but it happened. The greatest thing that happened was that nobody judged. They knew we were all in this together. Together for the next many years.