Yeah !
Saavithri... My name, after the great Telugu actress, Savithri back in those days. My mom being a crazy manic of her like any other Telugu civilian, named me so. But unable to bear my cries, my dad discarded 3 from the name and made it Saavi.
Still, my mom and this brat of hers call out me with that name to irk me.
"Aa ?" I turned towards him with a sharp glare
"Saavi, 3 thousand, please... I was asking
You heard something else"
"Don't irritate Pritam" I pulled the cereals bowl to have my breakfast.
"The neighbour brother seems much better than you it seems, gave the contribution of 5000 as soon as we asked him. And here you"
And it was the threshold breaker
BJM( Bhama Jealous Meter)- 150
"Get 10,000 from my cupboard" I shouted and threw myself to the parking area taking out my Mushikam, Peppa Scooty, not before I heard
(Mushikam- tiny mouse)
"World's best sister, my sister"
"Indeed your son" I complained to my mom while starting the scooty.
"Saavi.."
"What else is left"
"Your ID" He sternly passes ID towards me. Biting my tongue, I took and stuck to the trousers.
"Ok. Take care. Don't waste your time.
Revise your first year things properly"
"Ok... My highness. I won't disturb the maid a lot, do my chores and won't spend time on my devices.
I know. I'm not a kid anymore." He said turning away his head
"Ok. Mr. Adult. Bye" After spoiling his hair style, I crossed the DRDO quarters and came on roads of Pune heading towards AFMC Pune.
Yeah, other than getting ragged and doing rag, that's where I'm studying my MBBS.
This is what I'm and this is what my life is.
Me
My Brother
My AFMC Pune.
Rather than saying I have no one, I must say I let no one.
While parking my mushikam, they caught my attention coming towards me.
My Juniors.
"Senior..."
"Yes Junior"
"We have exams, important topics please." They passed me the Pathology gold standard book.
"Everything is important" I moved forward without taking the book.
"Senior, please, mark them"
"I won't"
"Senior... Senior please.."
"Why should I waste my time and energy in marking, when anyhow you would go for a second opinion later on" I yelled at them, remembering BJM-250 last time, when they took second, third, and fourth opinions after I marked them questions, from my classmates and seniors.
Quietly when they turned to exit the place, there entered my Saas (mother-in-law)
I mean my senior.
Taking books from my juniors, she sent them away after marking the important topics and turned towards me to blast me away as she was that senior, whom those juniors had asked for a second opinion.
She left me after ragging for 1 hr not before lecturing
"It's their choice and decision if they have to go for a second opinion. You can't just decide their decision, just ensure you are the first and last person they arrive for help with your skills and knowledge."
I nodded and turned to leave, but she called back and threw casefiles weighing not less than a kg to submit by 3.
After getting rid of a half kilo to my second-year juniors, I sacrificed my classes today to clear the rest half kilo files.
Likewise, just a few hours past to 3, by 6 I completed and collected the case files to be submitted. Searching for her, I went to her OPD, only to come across the senior, who just had a scolding ceremony from the resident doctor, due to the same case files I am bringing now.
After rebuking at me, for another half-an-hour, I took the punishment of both Saas and BADE Sasur JI( Senior and resident doc) to deal with their night shift today, as they left giving the reasons of NEET PG and NExT.
"Watta Watta a lifuuu... Just like salt-less pappu" Singing, I was taking rounds, but whole hospital got alerted by "CODE PURPLE", to which obviously I had to run towards critical ward.
There were 4 batches getting prepared for the treatment, and after doing inky pinky ponky, I reached out to a batch, treating a person with the tag,
ADEEL AKHTAR
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