life as a dental postgraduate student part II

in d days of yore..a sunday used to be a funday.. as a kid sundays were spent watching stuff like rangoli n chandrakantaa( even if i hv amnesia n dont remember my name, i'll still remember damdami mayee, kroor singh n his 2 aiyaars n d "vish" drinking shivdutt!) followed by.."chaddi pehun k fool khila hai" mowgli... n then 'potli baba ki'..watching tv non stop.. till d veins in ur head popped wid exertion!(forgot to mention shri krishna n alif laila)..enter teenage n d world starts revolving around ur frenz.. so sundays are spent watching movies wid dem..or trying to set one frend up wid another..(yeah dats d time when everyonez seriously falling in "true love"!).. scene's pretty much d same in under grad wid "true love" changing to "true loves" n .. waking up before eleven becoming an absolute no-no thanx to d saturday nites... sunday was all about doing things u loved..reading d sunday supplement(esp d shobha de section), ur favorite novels, movies or simple stuff like pampering ur hair wid hot oil massages..wid not a single nagging thot in ur mind bout deadlines or commitments..well dat was THEN... dis post is all about preparing u guys wat to expect out of ur sunday as a post graduate student...
..... first of all a sunday is NOT a rest & relaxation day.
use d flouride "swish n swallow" technique to get dis imprinted in ur memory forever n ever! a sunday is a day when a post grad student realizes dat he's been living in a pig sty for a week now n dat d white doctor's coat he's been wearing is now a weird mix of grey n brown.
.... n.. no thankfully a rat didn't die in d cupboard it's actually d stench from day before yesterday's left overs.. n not to mention d unending calculations of ur weekly dhobi bills, canteen bills, doodh bills etc..so ur "favorite" sunday starts at eight( as usual) thanx to d irritating hostel maid who insists on mopping ur room whether u want it or not..followed by sorting out d overflowing pile of papers of ur L.D, thesis work, notes etc n when ur just halfway thru it u realize dat they'll cut off d water supply at 12 noon so u rush to do ur laundry chanting "tikiya ragdo baar baar.." or screaming ur lungs out singing "washing powder nirma.. paani mein reh k bhi ye kam gale..dheron kapde dhoye aur zyada chale.." or any damn thing.. to pretend dat ur enjoying dis melancholous chore.. when ur done hiding ur chaddis n baniyaans in d safest corner of d roof farthest from d boys hostel..u suddenly remember d look of sheer concentration in both ur male co-pgs eyes as they count d hair in ur 'moustache' glistened by canteen ki lassi.. n vow to get ur upperlips n eyebrows done before people start making cute pony tails out of them! so d next two hours are spent trying to track down d "moti bhains" warden to get d gate pass outta d jail..finding a' sawaari'(also k/a jugaad in meerut, tempo in delhi, vikram in lucknow n poond in punjab..coz no autos n buses in dis part of city..) n getting ur stuff done... before u realize it's 7pm already.. n dats when d sinking feeling starts..coz u have three case records , one seminar n one lecture to prepare n while u're still recuperating from dis traumatizing thot u get a call from ur senior ordering u to complete his case records for him instead...
...........welcome to d "upto ur eyeballs in d jackass shit" stage of pg!!!
d icing on d cake is when u stand in d HOD chamber feeling sick to d stomach(thanx to d nauseating sweetness of sugandh agarbatti n previous nite's jagraata) n get subjected to ..."why d hell didn't u do d work?(wid a tone dat'd put even male banshees to shame if there were any!) ... u were free d whole day.... only a loser like u can waste a 'beautiful', 'lazy' sunday like dat!



signing off... duniya ka naara jame raho
manzil ka ishaara jame raho!!