From Pre Medical to MBBS : ECSTASY……… the real meaning of which I comprehended few years ago. The day, when my name was displayed along with many others on undergraduate admission list, I felt at the top of world. It was not an easy comprehension at all. Like all my mates it had been a roller coaster ride from o levels to premedical. I had put in my utmost efforts including days of utter depression, toiling away day and night and lucubrating with heart and soul while most around me celebrated every occasion and extreme mood swings. This is just an abridgment of what I experienced. Then hunt to find my real self in five years of medical school was also an uphill battle----- pre-professional desolation, often treated like street dogs by some, being victim of nepotism during viva and social control and decision of matters with high hand were just few of common practices. Thrill and delight of wearing graduation attire was overwhelming. Charm of it soon faded away when I visualized a long wide zigzag road with not even hazy view of destination. I, along with few of my colleagues started honorary house job for a month earlier than our batch so that we could take June FCPS-I exam. I once again cracked the books day in and day out. Burning midnight oil proved to be fruitful when I was declared successful but story does not ends here………… it’s the actual beginning ……… high time for every individual like me to have a reality check that life is not bed of roses, its full of ignorant self-centered people running the show for highly respectable doctor community! My success was turned into failure when even after graduating from best medical college of Lahore with distinguished academic records and acing my FCPS-I exam, I was blatantly turned down by my own parent institution to induct regarding post graduate training. Every hospital of Lahore turned their back on to me making excuse of shortage of vacancies. This was a huge blow to my determination and morale. It left me in tears. My eyes turned red and all appeared blurred. Helplessness was what I was left with. There was chain of queries jamming up any sensible input to my brain. Have I been working hard for this day? How am I going to square even 1 percent of my parents’ efforts who have been continuously on pins and needle during my struggle? They have always been on tenterhooks irrespective of seasons. How they earned bread and butter to feed and nourish me in best possible way…….. In spite of meager resources every time they got me enrolled in best colleges of Pakistan. I have been deprived of my basic rights by my own institute. Why am I suffering this fate just because of mismanagement of few bad people in authority trying to modify things for their personal gains and to fill in their pockets with handsome amount of money? Avarice shall hath fall INSHA ALLAH! Its common saying that anything which does not kill you makes you stronger! Yes I have experienced it. THIS IS NOT JUST ME but anyone who has already faced, is facing or yet to face this unjust system of induction. Let’s think beyond me or I. I was as ignorant of outfalls of our profession as my juniors are. Especially for my juniors, I want a better tomorrow for you people. Running away is not a solution. You should anticipate timely, what stands ahead of graduation. We are just mere pawns exploited and maltreated at hands of people in authority and they’ll continue to plague doctors’ community for years to come, if we shall not unite and raise our voice against this unjust behavior. Evil needs to be nipped in the bud. We need to join hands now, each and every one of you be a doctor or undergraduate, and shall prove to be a strongest force against masses who are devouring upon innocent doctors. WAKE UP dear colleagues before we are left with empty utensils to rattle!!
Posted on: Wed, 24 Jul 2013 10:22:31 +0000
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