It’s funny how the most memorable parts of med school aren’t always from the textbook. It’s your friend drawing a kidney on your notebook and writing “I’m pee-ned down with love,” or someone whispering the wrong answer just loud enough to mess with you before viva. That one person who sings “Tumse milke” during dissection like it’s a musical 
And the 2 p.m. hunger conversations? “Bro let’s go canteen after this. I need that ₹40 Manchuria plate before I faint.”
We laugh, we rant, we cry, and still somehow make it through.
This chaos? It’s what keeps us sane.