Rest In Peace
12 years ago
Monday, September 28, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Our world changed in September 1984
When we joined medicine, what sounded like folklore?
For several days, we had burnt the midnight Oil
There was no way anyone could let our hopes foil
Our 2 year long struggle had eventually paid fruit
We were the first entrance exam batch to recruit
Cos, we had come out successful after a stiff competition to take
Now all we had was a bright career to make
It was a daunting prospect in our new found role
To become a good Doctor was our one and only goal
We saw each other for the first time at our Dean’s Cabin
Little did we know of each other’s Origin?
We gathered together at our beloved College
Only to find that Ragging was in rampage
Seniors made us all dance to their tune
We only hoped that it would be our turn soon
It all started with Anatomy and dissection
For the exams Nagaiah had provided us with our special selection
2 hours of dissection in the morning, we couldn’t take any more
By the end of it, our hands were really sore
Chaurasia or Gray, a difficult decision to make?
For Krishnakumar, Gray was a Piece of Cake
We then had physiology lecture to attend
Wherein all we could do was to pretend
Our attendance was usually through proxy
One could usually find us in a pub near Roxy
Biochemistry session was next on the card
Harper or Ambika Shanmugam, which one to discard?
NCC marching classes was to our dismay and disbelief
Jeevan’s Lemonade and Cigarette was a sea of relief
Pharmac, Patho and micro in the next year and a half
Even our teachers joined us for the good fun and laugh
For our clinical postings, we were scattered all over the place
It was in cinemas, pubs and hostel that some of us found solace
Trips, to kodai, ooty, goa and Kerala was so full of fun
It was at kodai that Naga went out for a naked run
In Kodai, we tracked down the man with the monkey
Whose veggie puffs made some of us very kinky
In Londa, we tasted our first Arrack
Which made our Senthil go really beserk?
We soon ran out of our pocket money
And we had to manage with only a few bottles of Fenny
Broken, we requested Dr.Jayalakshmi for a grant
Only to get further drunk and start to rant
And then there was this sad tale of Rakhi
That made all the boys very shaky
We also found a new hero on the train
Whose hands came out like the fork of a crane
To hold and save the damsel in pain
Only to find out the next day, all his efforts were in vain
In Kanyakumari, we were blessed with Nagananda’s Rocks
This sprung out like a Jack in the box
We had an exclusive mixture of class mates
Who amused us all with their talents and tastes
Who cannot recall Pasupathi who scored a century
Seeking match with every girl he met, except for the ones in the mortuary
How can we forget our man with tache
With Ramji sir around, it was always a drunken bash
Sadly he was laid to rest
But for us, he will always be the best
Monthly tests in our college days was always a riot
With the books dropping off our laps, the room was never quiet
When we didn’t know the answer we relied on the book
Pratap amazed us with his far sighted look
Let us not forget the great canteen gang
When they entered the scene, it was always loud big bang
I happen to be married to one
Washing up dishes is still full of fun
Exams were a killer, we lost friends on the way
Yet we found a way to help them for the exams in May
When final year came, things had to get serious
There was no room for us to remain nefarious
Davidson, Love and Mudaliar helped us achieve a good grade
To hold our heads high on the graduation day parade
Internship year provided us with lots of experience
The abundance of which gave us lot of confidence
Our success in the strike was a nail on the head
Unity and resilience we showed, so much to be said
We parted company in 1989
Only to be meeting again in 2009
20 years have passed since we graduated
Though scattered we still remain united
Let us remember Ramji and Seethalakshmi, whose souls have departed
At ReminisCE 2009, we all feel heavy hearted
We thank the organisers who toiled to arrange this meet
Salutations to you all, this is a glorious feat
To us all KMC shall always remain special
It was here we laughed, cried, fought, and made up-An experience that is very real
Let us take a pledge to continue this trend
The whole experience was so much fun; we don’t want it to end
Friday, September 4, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
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