Dear friends,
Let us rock once again. As we, the bold, beautiful, fun-loving, naughty and above all eternally united classmates eagerly wait for the February month of 2024 the memories of five and a half years we all spent together fill our hearts with excitement. Destiny brought us all together in summer of 1974. Together we set out on a sixty-six-month long journey to become doctors. We were totally unaware of the events that lay ahead and both the delightful and the sad memories that awaited us.
Join me in a journey down the memory lane:
Do you remember the ragging we all went through in the first year. How many of you were asked to bring an ant from the ground floor to the top floor of hostel and also perform pooja of Gray’s Anatomy.
Do you recall the day our class staged walk out on the final day of Literary Week for having not been awarded Overall Trophy. We believed we deserved it and were being denied the trophy because we were in third year.
The calls for bunking a class test usually emerged from boy’s hostel. For a change the once the girls took the lead and bunked the Pathology test. As always, the bunk was a grand success. In the evening the boys came to girls’ hostel in a big number. They were chanting, “Ladkion ney ladkon ko gumrah kiya. Ab Dr. Prabhakar ladkion se badla leynge” (The girls have misled the boys. Now Dr. Prabhakar will not spare the girls). We all burst into laughter and shooed the boys away.
Our class was known for being pioneers in bunking class tests but gradually we started to bunk university exams as well. We bunked SPM exam not once but three times and sat on a dharna in the university campus till an acceptable date was fixed. The icing on the cake was our boycott of Final Professional examination. The boycott was hundred percent. We slipped out of hostels and spent a night in Guru Ram Das Serai. I am grateful to my class as well as Waheguru for the most precious moments of my life spent in the Golden Temple. I had a chance to take a holy dip in Sarovar at 4 AM in the month of December and did my path sitting in the parikrama. The visit to Wagah Border was a sweet experience which I still relish. We were offered kishmish by custom people. The thrill of iconic moment when we returned to college campus shouting slogans still creates ripples in my heart.
After gruelling studies and training we emerged as dedicated and well-trained professionals. The reminiscences of college days were rekindled during Silver Jubilee Meet in 2003. Now we eagerly await the Golden Jubilee Meet.
So let us get together in a big number and LET US ALL ROCK ONCE AGAIN!
Dr. Balwainder Kaur
