My First Camp

Hey!
After having watched zillion camp on television where junior doctors go to suburbs or rural areas and do the "Samaj Seva" . I really wanted to attend one .

So this Monday , I am busy with the routine post duty with a sick body 😜 sneezing , coughing . I get a call from a friend saying both of us are being sent to some camp this Wednesday. Is it? Sounds Fantastic! You'll get a call from the academic section soon. 

Super excited . I kept looking at the phone every minute finally I receive the call and agree to join the bandwagon. 

I rush to my PG and ask if I can go. He agrees and says you get attendance for attending the camp.

I rush home take every possible immunity booster (healthy) to get well soon for the camp. 

The day before the camp:

Super Excited about the camp , I meet the Blood Bank Counsellor .  A rather lost expression that I (always carry) enter the room. She offers her chair and says , 

Madam , don't worry. (Who is worried? Wo mera normal expression hai!Its going to take forever to explain to people that the clueless face is not clueless 🙄) You do nothing there , only check B.P. Mam , don't worry. I know you are sick. It will be fine . ( Did I even complain 🤔) 

Where is the camp by the way? 

Its at DLF ,Gachibowli . 

We get the donors from there usually. Here people are reluctant to donate blood to their own kin , thats the level of ignorance. IT companies contribute to the major chunk of blood donor population.

My cointern calls up. Is it at Gachibowli? 

yeah.

How do we go?

Well , they are providing transport facility.

Arrey , no re! Dressing re!Gachibowli is a posh place . We need to dress well. 

LOL ! Okay . Let me skim my wardrobe . 

On the day;

Next day , we rush to the place at 9 AM . Everything was being shifted into a minibus. (So much like a picnic you know😂) . So many boxes , frooti packs for the donors . The bus was so full , that we looked at each other and wondered if we were travelling in that bus. But the doctor incharge soon came there and drove us to the destination in his car. Meanwhile , I get to know that Wajeeha Musharraf was picked up from the lot assuming HE was a GUY.

At Gachibowli , DLF campus.

Huge is the word. Airport. Haha! Inox what not! It looked like every other thing except for a workplace. 

The entry :

It took 30 minutes inspite of having every damn permission. We were asked to get down show our ID proof. Everyone had some proof of their identity. Well , I ... I had a 1000watt clueless smile . I turned around and told everybody. I don't have ID proof. Nobody seemed to care. I was let in. 

The security person asked me my name . 

Wajeeha , I said . Well , he didn't get it right like 98% people on the planet. 

Wajeeeeeha! I repeated . 

Ok madam. Writes *Wajooha* . I started giggling insanely . Meanwhile my cointern corrected it . It still looked like wajbbha.

So , we get in with the •kutte ka patta• in our necks. Oops the ID card I mean. The place was fantastic 😎😎😎. We kept looking around .

This is a great place to click pictures , said my cointern. 

We were under an impression we would hardly have anywork.We found ladies in uniform well dressed to receive us. It was quite impressive. 

Some instructions:

We were given instructions of who is eligible to donate blood and who is not. So , we occupy the respective places and start checking blood pressures of people. 

First volunteer hands over his form... After evaluating it ,I asked him to roll up his sleeve , it was full of tattoos. 

*Stop being judgemental and mind your own business!* I told myself. But the curious aunty inside never shuts up. " When did you have alcohol last time?" 

"1 week back."  

The despo donor

Its very very unusual to find people who are desperate to donate blood. Entire gang of girls approached us . The first lady north indian probably comes to me. Her weight was 51kgs. She said she weighed 45 kilos previously . She had put on all that weight just to donate blood. 🙄😒😑 Her BP was borderline. But her haemoglobin was lowso we had to send her off.

The curious donor :

There are always people who just can't shut up. There was this donor who was blabbering. Thankfully you hear nothing when you don your steth. After the BP check up . He asks me , your name doctor?

Wajeeha . I said.

Enti? Vaijanti aa? 

I nodded holding my giggle for the longest time .

The all knowing donor:

50 odd year old donor came with a set of juniors. He kept bragging about his knowledge. All his assistants were like , Avnaa sir? Sir wow! Bla bla . I hold my laugh , check his blood pressure . Sir , its 140/90 . You better monitor it in long run. 

Oh ! Take it easy. Its the same since last 10 years . It took me a while to digest it. From Amma , BP naaarmal undi to this rant.

The Lunch

We were supposed to have lunch in 2 batches . Since somebody has to be available. *Just doctor things*

Expecting DLF would offer a lavish lunch  , I agreed to go first. To my surprise only the technicians were accompanying me , neither a nurse nor a doctor. A foodie that I am , I was like ,let me gorge on food . So we sit are taken to a place where there is dominoes and a dozen outlets. Tempting much? Then as soon as we are seated one of the technician hands me his phone to click a groupfie so that he can upload on his social media. (lol , I didnt click it) Then comes the surprise . The food . Daal chawal with bhindi fry. Totally pissed off . I call up my cointern  , hit dominoes and other food outlets and binge eat for an hour . 😂 The calls start pouring in . We rush to relieve the incharge doctor. 

The monotonous schedule continued till 5:30pm , till we were completely exhausted .

The certificates:

There were 200 odd volunteers.

They were given certificates. The amazing thing about the certificate was they get an extra leave plus if they have a relative or a close one who needs blood they can get a unit of blood. 

This was it. Leave a comment . Like . 😂😂okay I can't act like a typical blogger or youtuber. 

Bye!