Beardo's blog

With an inquisitive mind to unravel the un-unravelable mysteries of human mind and to satisfy the novelty seeking thirst of my soul, which was bored by the mundane medical stuff - did I enter Psychiatry. Of course I couldn't completetely get rid of mundane medical stuff. Because apparently the "other world famous Psychiatry hospital" refers Psychiatry patients with mundane medical stuff, such as those with hypertension whose BP doesn't come under control on Amlong 5mg to St Johns for "multidisciplinary management". But thanks to them in a way, we get to see a variety of patients. Nonetheless the 1 year journey in Psychiatry has been amazing with its cyclothymic ups and downs. From blankly staring at slides during academics to trying to make sense of things ; From being tremulous while giving ECTs (1)to patients, to appreciating it's miracles (and wishing someone could give it to me, to improve my mood); From getting annoyed by the only TELUGU...

It was during my internship time in 2020.  There was some friction between a particular teacher and our batch. The context of conflict being, a redundant punishment some of my batchmates got for a minor mistake that they did. It was like what you say -  killing a fly with a canon.I wouldn't go into the details of this.  Anyways, the batch decided to take this matter seriously. The way our batchmates were treated was completely unfair. I don't intend to demonise that teacher by writing this blog. But there's a lesson I learnt from the sequence of events that unfolded after this issue, which I am trying to share. I highly respect this particular teacher, but none of us are saints! So we planned to approach the Director of the institute who was indubitably 'Student friendly'. And somehow we managed to take advantage of it as well, I would say. Anyways we approached him and I happen to handle a letter (which was authored by me) over to him with my batchmates signatures ...

In a desert land, wherein dwelled uncivilized communities, which mistreated their women and slaves; which buried their daughters alive and which shed each others blood in the name of clans - was born a king ! A king who neither sat on a throne nor wore a crown; A king who neither wore silk nor gold; A king who starved at times and lived in a brick house of few square feets!  Before he became a king, he was known to his people as 'Al-Ameen' (The trustworthy), for he was truthful and honest. He took care of the orphans and widows, and was known for his charecter and morality.  And when came unto him the message from the divine, his life changed. He became - a preacher and teacher in the day, and a monk in the night; A leader in the society, and a family man at home; A warrior in the battle field, and an arbitrator of his people. His message to humankind - Surrender and worship the one who created you and not his creations; Honour your parents and lead a life of moral...