The 11th Doctor

- Jawad Haider
1st Year, MBBS

The result was announced and everywhere all sorts of people came to congratulate me in their own ways.


Bhai treat kab de rahay ho?!

Beta ENT me jana. Pehla mareez aap ka me hu ga…

Mehnat to kartay nai thay, K.E me kesay aa gaye? Bacha genius ha…

30th October was the Day of Judgment – kind of an apocalypse we had all been preparing for almost 4 years. I just remember that I woke up at 8 in the morning and we had to go to my uncle’s place. As was my routine, I grabbed my mobile to check the unread messages. On the top of the list was my cousin’s message informing me that UHS merit list had been announced.

And that was it! Off went the blanket! Off went the mobile! It was like ankho se neend hi urr gai yar.
Laptop starts… Loading… Windows 7…. Again loading… Desktop appears… Wait…wait…wait…NOW!

I forgot that “do char refresh mara karo” rule and opened the chrome. UHS *click*! Selection list 2014-2015 *click*! King Edward Medical University *click*! Ctrl+F… Search name Jawad Haider… VOILA! I am in.

And that was the most difficult moment of my life: I had no idea what to do and how to react. I bit my fist, held my hands behind my neck, swayed forward and backward, and when I couldn’t decide how to celebrate I simply punched here and there in the air, my arms swaying around my head like a limp snake jerked by its tail.

That was the moment my father entered the room to remind me to get ready to go to my uncle’s.
“Papa jan, guess what?” I called.
“I got into K.E!”

“Wow! Congratulations son! Chalo ab jaldi se tayar ho jao!” He replied and left.

And I just sat there recalling if I hadn’t cleared myself.

It’s like habituation. Do something for the first time, you get a response. Do it a million times, no one gives a crap! Same way, become the first doctor in the family, wah g wah. Become the 11th doctor, chalo ab jaldi se tayar ho jao!

Skipping all the boring stuff, I take you to that day – 17th of November. I had all my instructions from my elder ex-Kemcolian brother about ways to elude the wrath of ragging. Several of my friends got ragged while I stood nearby and no one even noticed that I was a first year innocent. Maybe that’s because of my height which causes everyone to believe I am a senior.

Oh Height se yad aya!

I was always the tallest person wherever I went until I got into K.E. You Ali Madeeh Hashmi you! Even I had to lean my head back to have a good view at his chin.

 In short, K.E.M.U seemed like a place I was meant to be. After all, 4 years spent hard working for just aim: getting the tag of Kemcolian and I am quite happy to say that I am where I should be.

Just for the record, my parents did celebrate my “Admission in K.E” after that 8 a.m. incident. The story doesn’t mean I have some ill temper against my parents or something. Actually, us waqt waqai me bohat jaldi thi papa ko! *laughs*


  1. It is one of those bubbling-with-euphoria essays, reading which sets us (seniors) wondering. At least I'm wondering were we that jubilant? If yes, tou why? Five years along the road, you will be equally bemused by your juniors thinking coming here is some sort of ace. But till that time, we hope you stay as full of beans as you sound now. Welcome aboard!

  2. Actually i am more happy for getting out of Fsc than getting into medical college. :p


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