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My most memorable 4years in Seth G. S. Medical College studying Occupational Therapy..

I vividly remember the day I took Occupational Therapy [OT] in Seth G. S. Medical College.. it was [by 2nd thought] not by choice but by circumstances .. (I always strongly believed to have chosen the field .. but that rigid un-budging arrogant me never accepted it that I had no choice nor guts enough to explore other options..) That day we freshers had an intro lecture by then H.O.D Mrs I.R.Kenkere.. and that lecture sealed my destiny with OT. It was her answer “Its your hard work and sincerity which makes difference and you have to do that in any given field on this earth..” to my silly question “Ma’am I should take OT or PT?” Without second thoughts I took up OT and vowed to do it religiously..

The 1st year lectures were good but not simulating enough to keep me thinking from dropping out but that wish would never be granted as wasting resources and time was crime … a capital one ..in my house.. I dragged on with OT.

I completed 1st yr but was not happy enough ..its when I started looking out other ways of happiness ie indulging in my hobbies.. With my “3-hr study theory” I started playing cricket in college for 2nd yr team [as to my fortune a player was absent]… from that moment onwards.. I am regular on cricket field and have won awards both intra and inter college.
I took to playing carom all thanks to my batch mate who “eats, sleeps, drinks” carom. Playing regularly to kill rest of non-3hr time,, I am nearly decent (though havn't mastered it yet) at playing carom enough to represent college in inter college tournament..
Then gradually I started reading novels, and other books when I accidentally happened to notice Cheiro’s Palmistry book at raddiwala.. I killed my time (even 3hr study time).. to read and master this book.. in this way I nearly killed my 3/4th of 2nd yr.. and naturally my results reflected the same..

3rd yr began by ruling out of “3-hr study theory” and donating all possible time on studies but couldn’t resist playing cricket and carom for college and in college..[this 2 lovely and passionate hobbies were always a points of dissatisfaction and arguments at home] so I had to abandon them albeit temporary and thereafter I played them secretly. If caught I made up with sacrificing movies and novels [which I thereafter read only during travel] and studying in library till late evening post college.. and with this chance decision of sitting in library I made 2 lovely friends who helped me focus on studies and games as per priorities.. After my theory university exams and before my university practicals… I went over to nearby private clinic as my aunty asked me do so.. as it was her hospital where this paediatric OT clinic is.. and yes….thereafter I went there out of will and interest (not to mention love for kids…) Year ended with "better than last yr" results but again dissatisfaction ruled over..

Final yr started with surprises and changes all round me and even in me and by now I had started loving this field bcoz I could understand its importance in my life and patients life.. It gave me satisfaction to talk to and treat patients albeit under supervision.. I majorly enjoyed working with kids and psychiatric patients..
I remember a patient who taught me more than me or my senior could teach him.. this 26yr old young gentleman (with spine trauma and brachial plexus injury due to motorbike accident) was computer engg. and unmarried.. but this person was not one who took defeat .. he said “God knows best for me.. there is something better waiting for me than what I had planned for myself.” He religiously did activities and exercises taught to him and he recovered well.. Thereafter I couldn't follow-up this gentleman but his words about “Gods plans” always boomeranged in my mind.. challenged me to think about my rudderless life.. but now I was more satisfied with what I was doing.. and more so with myself. Perhaps OT was giving me an OT.. holistic treatment with aim at improving quality of life.. yes definitely my personality, my approach to life had changed considerably.. and definitely improved..
In final yr we had a conference EMCON’09 at Rajasthan-Jaipur which is usually attended by all fourth yr students and they even take part in one.. but with conference came the tour attached.. I had never been to any tours.. forgot tours I had never seen any other place in Mumbai except Kandivali, Malad, Borivali, Vile-parle, Dadar and now Elphistone..(not for I was nerd but couldn't ) all excited to go with friends but budget was important for me.. So I took up to cost cutting in every walks of life and even to point to handling tour budget for class for I wasn’t ready to miss this tour for anything in world.. but was also ready to opt out if budget over-shoots.. All well that ends well.. Conference, tour (my cost cutting n budgeting result) and final yr exams were all successful.. and to my pleasure I over shooted my expectations the results were satisfactory…decent.. and a cause of happiness at my place.. and thus I completed my vow (though alpine one) which I had taken on first day of my course.

Currently I am an intern at Seth G. S. Medical College itself and enjoying my last 6months of undergraduate course. A course that changed my life……..

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  1. same was with me.... wen i joined computer science....everyone who joins b.sc after 12th are the dejected and rejected lots...who missed out on purpusing professional courses like engginering or mbbs due to few less marks....but after 3 years of studying comp sci... im happy that i scored lil less in cet....im happy that i dint pay for those management seats to get admission in engg colleges...im (now) happy that i opted for b.sco comp sci.... because even i believe..whatever happens happens for the good...or say u said....god knows whats best for us

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