Wow, this was taken by a fellow Malaysian (:
I studied in India for 5.5 years.
4.5 years actually, +1 year of internship where we got to work along doctors and consultants, acquired practical skills & let our theoretical knowledge slip away bit by bit, haha!
4.5 years of cramming vast volumes of medical textbooks, just to reproduce the facts onto our examination sheets. Just to recollect and prove that we do know what we know.
That we knew what was needed to know, and neglected other aspects of medicine that were good to know.
But who is to say what's important and what's not?
The syllabus, instead of the human body.
Then again, there's really too much to know that such categorisation helps a student stay sane.
Anyway, I graduated this year but did not attend my convocation.
I never wore the square cap, nor have I put on the gown.
I messed up and almost could not receive my certificate.
I chose to stay at home and missed reconciling with my friends.
Some with whom I might never cross paths with anymore.
Decisions, decisions.
I made my choice and stuck to it. Sacrificed but no regrets.
I believe that if one is able to live with the choices he/she makes and not dwell on what-ifs,
then he/she has made the right choice for himself/herself.
The right choice is right as long as the individual believes it is right.
No one else can decide for someone else because they are not the ones who are affected by the choices someone else makes.
Similarly, they should not be affected by someone else's choices.
Live your own life.
& don't try to control other people's.
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