‘BUZZZ’ goes the alarm and its time to wake up for the morning duty. Totally disregarding the final warning for ‘Coming sharp at 8.30am’ issued yesterday by your JR you press the snooze button for those precious extra 10 minutes. Much to your displeasure the stupid alarm does ring once again after 10 mins and its time to move your ass off the bed. Reluctantly you get up, finish all the essential morning activities, bathe as fast as possible (or skip it!!) and get ready to face the daunting task known as INTERNSHIP. First challenge you face is getting into the choc a bloc train itself. After leaving alone one or two trains you finally gather enough courage to board one. Same old daily routine journey leads you to the hospital. Once again you are in the wards exactly on (your own) schedule (which lags bout 1 hr from the others!) JR gives you the ‘Late again’ look and hands you the list of things to do. Let’s see ‘Hmmmm trace urine and stool reports, blood culture, blood collection, tak...
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