18/11/2025
Throwback to the grind! 🚀 Just found this old pic from my PG days.
I vividly remember seeing the Roll of Honour board for the first time.
The thought hit me instantly: I want my name up there. A secret pact with myself: I will manifest this.
Dr. Aziz, our HOD—a man of incredible discipline and humility—took our first class. He left a huge impression. He looked at us and asked, "Who wants to leave a lasting legacy here?" It took a second, but when the meaning sank in, I raised my hand, as did all the others. But for me, it was a promise—I was going to work relentlessly to make that board.
Anyone who’s done MD knows the intensity: strict attendance, daily rotations, weekly seminars, and a constant flow of OPD/IPD/night duties. But I knew this was the prime time to learn. So, I added extra night duties at another big hospital to get more hands-on experience with newborns and children. I was burning the candle at both ends: College -> short rest -> hospital night shift -> back to morning classes. Exhausted doesn't even begin to cover it!
Yet, the clarity was undeniable. My studies, my goals—everything sharpened. I believed in the process.
When the results came, it was surreal. Overwhelmed doesn't cover the feeling of seeing my name on that Roll of Honour. It wasn't just luck; it was the payoff of consistency, patience, and pure hard work.
Yes, there were days I broke down, cried, and wanted to quit. But I always found my footing, sought guidance from a higher power, and pushed forward, repeating the mantra: "Good things take time."
My time came. So grateful for everyone who was part of this insane journey. Cheers to the hustle! (The amazing person I'm holding is my senior, who helped light the way!)