A day of the intern

Getting up to find u are late for morning rounds,
rushing to the hospital with ur stethoscope and gown.
Copying daily notes and treatment charts ,
consoling patients and their meaningless talks.


Finishing in time for your professors arrival,
coping with the CASUAL LEAVE denial.
Prevaricate in instances when asked our opinion.
concur with PG's and stand in oblivion.


Rushing in writing discharge cards and references,
hurrying to the opd to occupy our respective benches.
Attending to patients with tender care ,
only to find out ur co-intern is not there.


To find out you are to do his emergency duty,
having time to have just a sip of tea.
hustling towards the emergency O.P department,
filled with patients looking up to u as a savior.


As the crowd disperses u rush to fill empty case sheets,
getting ready for the rounds where the incharge doctors meet.
Prescribing medicines that come out of their mouth,
dealing with mishaps that would make them shout.


Enduring the night duty as u become accountable,
when ur intern reason becomes credible.
Slogging the late hours and waking up for every case,
in sound mind to observe every symptom and trace
the disease in hand and to judge the treatment,
whether for outpatient or for admission basis its meant.


Waking up to fill the empty case sheets in hand ,
rushing to our department wards too weak to stand.
Maintaining the composure till the ward work is done ,
when u are held accountable its difficult to shun.


You find to your dismay that its the H.O.D rounds,
your fear rises to a level knowing no bounds .
Forced to answer to questions u know nothing about,
waiting for him to lose his temper and shout .


He gives you impositions for ur careless work,
satisfied to have teaching u a lesson in places u shirk.
Having left the hospital u enjoy the blue sky,
awaiting the next phone call where ur duty lies.


"Dedicated to all my fellow batchmates who have undergone this period. And other interns who are doing so now"

My naughty nephews

I wake up in the morning with gooey eyes,
to see my bro near me and i break into a smile.
We greeted each other in a language none can comprehend,
in company of each other ,the times we spend.

From morning to evening we make people run,
creating mischief is so much fun .
A simple smile and all is forgiven,
to the limits of madness everyone will be driven

My curiosity overcomes my fear of things,
to corners of sofas and beds i cling.
i love to twist and break everything in my field of vision,
the cracking and smashing sounds i like to listen.

I really despise the diaper change,
the concept of it seems really strange.
why cant i be left free,
with the freedom to choose where i pee.

Me and my bro are the two musketeers,
armed with household utensils we strike fear.
With fortresses made of cardboard box ,
there is no room for friendly talks.

I run up to my mom with open hands,
a hug and a kiss on her cheeks i land .
Breakfast,lunch and dinner and every meal i eat,
i bathe in it ,spreading it in every bed sheet.

By evening all the energy i have dwindles,
attention for speech starts to swindle.
I am tucked in bed with a lullaby ,
and that ends the rhyme ...... bye bye..


PS: all this i narrated to my uncle Cadhir. half of which he didn't understand. so i forgive him for the details he had missed.love you uncle - SHIVEN AND SAABARISH

A day in davangere

Davangere brings about concoction of memories,
from highway drives to late night sprees.
From gundee circle and its road side stalls,
to sleepless nights and late night calls.

One cant forget the early morning jogs,
running with enthusiasm in the blinding fog.
Some prefer to hit a variety of gyms,
to exercise their muscle and keep themselves trim.

Breakfast in mama's gives the day a head-start,
hot mangalore buns play a crucial part.
Sipping hot tea down our thirsty throats,
we plunge into the day with our white coats.

Then we get busy with our morning duty,
following the professors who show us apathy.
Sitting in opd and chatting about evening shows,
attending to patients till the time comes to close.

Having lunch in different parts of the town,
traveling for food never makes us frown.
Returning to the duties with a full tummy,
never bothering to think about the spent money.

Evening shows in Aruna , Vasantha and Trishul talkies,
to having mouthwatering chats near the gundi school tree.
Missing pizzas in Artic circle will be a pity,
and that ends evening life in our adventurous city.

Birthday treats will be available round the year,
to satisfy our dinner pangs so need not fear.
A range of delicacies a feast for the eyes,
butter chicken ,dal kichadi with a variety of spice.

One remembers the delicacies in snowland parlor,
different flavors of ice creams around the corner.
the times spent there under the watchful eyes of the owner,
Savoring the sweetness of ice creams and hoping they would last longer.

Will never forget the pan shop in ram and co circle,
the chillness and sweetness of their pan makes my eyes twinkle.
Having juice in the midst of police night rounds,
this is davangere with its sights and sounds..

I am back

Every second i spend on this earth melts into history,
thrilled i am when exalted to status of god.
Undaunted i am to face adversity ,
Artless i am in conversation with people i love.
truculent i am when facing my foes .
...To transform such a timorous person requires arduous effort,
cause no one is born a winner .... winners are made by effort.