Back to the beginning

Ok. I'm officially done with all entrance exams and after striking out rather handsomely, I'll soon be off on my high horse to Mangalore- my land of opportunity. People seem quizzical when i say that cause they keep wondering- wouldn't you be better off working in Calicut getting that macho medico experience. Well, see, here's my point. I don't want that macho medical experience...yet. I don't want the killer hours and the drunken fishermen yielding sickles and doing kung-fu like the "nutty" squirrel in ICE AGE 2's adorable trailor. I want to strive for that Pg seat and no job experience will help me there. That's where Mangalore is the Shangri-la of us docs. You have admittedly, lesser pay ( when you're paid in peanuts, what's a few peanuts less ) but the work hours afford you the time to relax and still study. And that's what I need. If I strike gold and get that darn Pg seaty-thingy, then I'll get to make up..Lets see, Pg, How do I love thee ?
with the cute little 36 hour shifts that would cure insomnia, the never ending case sheets full of negative history ( "man does not have fever.man does not cough.man does not have left knee pain.man does not have right knee pain." ), the sisters who finally get someone to boss over (Ha! Angels of Mercy, my left Bu****k !), the sirs who've been through the same thing ( and won't let us forget it!! " In my day blabla blu bu blee blee ), the patients who know a sucker when they see one ( saaar!! this junior doctor didn't come when I called for him at 2am in the morning cause my back was itching.Give him extra work load saaar!! ) "
Yessiree! I can't wait to be a Pg someday!!