Today I experienced something for the first time. Me & my friends were going to the college. We witnessed an accident. Well, not exactly an accident. But the victim. She was lying on the road surrounded by people. She was unconscious. People were already trying things their way to keep her alive. Then we took her to the emergency ward in the hospital in an autorickshaw. The autorishaw driver took her to the hospital and then asked us if we needed any help and when we said no, he left. Then we took her inside and everything was done. The formalities, the treatment and everything else. Her parents arrived and then when she was also stable enough, we left. We had our wards and upcoming exams. I was very worried about them. But for the time being, in my mind, not even for a single moment, thought of the problems and worries going on in my life. All that I cared about was the patient. I don’t think I’d ever felt this calm, yet worried since years. I was worried but only about the patient’s condition. There are so many things in life that matter much more. There are much more important things in life, believe it or not. Here I am, worrying about just some exam and then there are people struggling for their lives. I felt like that was my purpose. The only purpose I want in my life or say, I should want in my life. To have that mental calm in myself while treating the people fighting for their life. I guess the whole purpose of this much hardwork is this, after all. Being able to gift someone else the treasure of life. Being able to be someone's saviour. We aren't Gods. We can never even be. But as humans, the purpose that God gave us is probably this noble. To serve people and feel the joy that they get after being treated. It isn't always glitters and gold, it sometimes goes downhill, but that is also the part and parcel of being a doctor. This profession is a feeling. More than a feeling actually, I'd say.
-Jhanvi Kishnani
2nd year, MBBS.
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