Internship started.
Department of Community Medicine.
Posted at a Rural Health Care Centre (RHTC), wholly owned by the college.
Big money.
Small talk.
Frankly speaking, it's a scam.
A sham.
Wastage of time.
An honest crime.
Aimless and clueless, we are instructed to roam around the village, door to door.
Do 'Family Health Surveys'.
Free medical counselling done.
Advice that nobody wishes to accept.
Ignorance is bliss, they say.
A pretty hectic OPD day implies 5 or more patients.
Trust in the system, nil.
Referrals are fun.
Yes, we do get some free time to study.
But for the constant fear of being called for a petty clerical task.
A compulsion to adhere to.
Constructive? Nah!!!
An idle mind is a devil's workshop.
Hence, exchanging pale looks and staring at the ticking clock is what we perform with skill and class.
The walls of the compound seem intriguing at times.
I wonder many a times, are they creamish white or off-white?
Wish there was a fan installed in the Interns' room.
Would have loved to count the revolutions per minute.
Also, empty stomachs can't be fed properly in the 'restaurants' located near the RHTC.
Shame!
With the scorching sun sending blazing rays to graze our thick skins, we proudly adorn our aprons and beg the villagers to visit the centre for treatment and all.
At the end of it all, 4 hours down the drain.
Earnings : Attendance.
Losses : Time, self esteem, and body fluid & electrolytes.
*Everyday is a new story*
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