I am a medical student, that means BAMS, and, uh, I am going to be the speaker of farewell for my batch. So, please give me a best farewell speech which is emotional, which is filled of poetry, which is nostalgic, and, uh... Sweet.

Here is a heartfelt farewell speech crafted specially for a BAMS medical student speaker — emotional, poetic, nostalgic, and sweet.

Farewell Speech — BAMS Batch

Honourable faculty, beloved friends, and everyone who made these years worth every sleepless night —

They say time is the greatest healer. But today, standing here, I wish time had been a little less efficient.

Because today, it has healed nothing. Today, time has brought us to a door we never truly wanted to open — the door marked "Goodbye."

Ye kaisa mod aaya zindagi mein, Ke khushi bhi hai, aur aankhein bhi bhari hain. Saath the hum kal tak, Aur aaj hi judai ki taiyaari hain.

(What a turn life has taken, There is joy, yet the eyes are full. We were together just yesterday, And today, we prepare to part.)

I remember the first day we walked into this college. Some of us were nervous, clutching our admit cards like life rafts. Some of us were confident — or at least pretending to be. And some of us were simply lost, looking for the right classroom, ending up in the wrong one, and somehow, still making a friend there.

We came here as strangers. We leave as family.

We studied Ashtanga Hridayam and Charaka Samhita — ancient wisdom written by men who lived thousands of years ago, yet somehow, they seemed to know us. They wrote about the balance of Vata, Pitta, and Kapha — and I think our batch was the perfect example.

Some of us were Vata — always moving, always anxious before exams, notes flying everywhere, ideas sparking at midnight.

Some of us were Pitta — sharp, focused, competitive, the ones who finished the paper thirty minutes early and made the rest of us silently panic.

And some of us were Kapha — calm, steady, unshakeable, sleeping through alarms yet somehow always showing up.

Together, we were in perfect Tridosha balance. Together, we were whole.

Do you remember those Padartha Vigyana classes when none of us understood what Dravya, Guna, and Karma truly meant — and then one evening, sharing chai outside the canteen, it suddenly made sense?

That is what this college gave us. Not just textbooks. Not just degrees. It gave us moments of sudden clarity, shared between friends, under the open sky.

Woh subah ki chai, woh raat ki padhai, Woh dost jo bane the dil ki parwahi. Woh hostel ke galiyon mein gungunana, Woh canteen mein sapne suhane sunana.

(That morning tea, those late-night studies, Those friends who became the heartbeat's care. That humming in the hostel corridors, Those beautiful dreams shared at the canteen.)

To our teachers — you were not just educators. You were the Vaidyas of our minds. When we came to you with questions, you did not just give us answers — you taught us how to ask better questions.

You corrected us when we were wrong, not to shame us, but to shape us.

You stayed late so we could understand. You gave us your knowledge freely, the way a river gives water to every bank it touches.

We may forget the exact sloka, the exact dosage, the exact formula — but we will never forget the way you made us feel that we were capable of healing the world.

Thank you. From the deepest chamber of our grateful hearts — thank you.

To my batchmates — my people —

I want to say something I have never said out loud, because we were always too busy, too tired, or too shy:

I am so proud of you.

Every single one of you.

The one who failed an exam and came back stronger. The one who cried in the bathroom before the viva and still walked in with a smile. The one who drove two hours to help a friend revise the night before practicals. The one who shared their notes even when they hadn't finished studying themselves.

You are healers — not because you passed your exams, but because you chose kindness even when you had nothing left to give.

Kuch rishte hote hain bina naam ke, Kuch yaadein hoti hain bina anjaam ke. Humne jo paaya in saalon mein yahaan, Woh mile na kabhi kisi anjaan mein.

(Some relationships exist without a name, Some memories have no conclusion. What we found here, in these years, Will never be found among strangers.)

We are students of Ayurveda — the science of life. Ayu means life. Veda means knowledge.

And isn't it beautiful — that the very science we chose to study is one that believes life is not just the absence of disease, but the presence of joy, balance, and purpose.

Swastha — the Sanskrit word for health — literally means "one who is established in the self."

So as we go forward, let us carry this teaching not just for our patients — but for ourselves.

Be established in who you are. Do not lose yourself in the race. Do not forget to rest. Do not forget to feel.

A good Vaidya heals others. A wise Vaidya heals themselves first.

The road ahead is long. There will be internships and exams still to clear. There will be patients who test our limits. There will be nights when we question everything.

But I ask you to remember this evening.

Remember the warmth in this room. Remember the faces around you. Remember that somewhere out there, is a batchmate who went through the exact same struggle — and made it.

You are never alone.

Dooriyan ho jaayengi, raahein alag ho jaayengi, Par dil ke kisi kone mein hum saath rahenge. Jab bhi thakoge, jab bhi rona aaye, Yeh yaadein tumhein gale lagayengi.

(Distances will grow, paths will diverge, But in some corner of the heart, we will stay together. Whenever you are tired, whenever tears come, These memories will embrace you.)

And so, dear batch — as the great Acharya Charaka once wrote:

"Aturo vishvamasya ayur vittam cha sarvam." "For the patient, the physician is everything — life itself, wealth itself."

Go be everything for someone. Go be the reason someone gets to see another morning. Go carry the lamp of Ayurveda into every corner of this world.

And wherever you go —

take this love with you.

Alvida kehna mushkil hai, Par yeh alvida nahi, phir milenge. Kuch sapne poore honge, Kuch adhure chhod ke chalenge.

(Saying goodbye is hard, But this is not goodbye — we shall meet again. Some dreams will be fulfilled, Some we will leave unfinished and walk on.)

This is not the end.

This is simply the page turning. The next chapter is blank — and you hold the pen.

Write something beautiful. Write something brave. Write something that, one day, your own students will read and feel this same warmth that I feel standing here today.

On behalf of our entire batch — thank you for these years. Thank you for this family. Thank you for making us healers.

We leave as doctors. We leave as friends. We leave as family.

And somewhere, in some hospital, some clinic, some village far away —

we will meet again, in the work we do.

Jai Dhanvantari. Jai Ayurveda.

Thank you.

Feel free to personalize names, specific memories, professors, or inside jokes from your batch to make it even more heartfelt. The structure is yours to shape.

I want poems in Kannada and let the speech also be little in Kannada, uh, and mix English also in between.

Here is your farewell speech — reimagined with Kannada poetry, Kannada phrases woven throughout, and English flowing in between. This is the beautiful mix of languages that Karnataka's heart speaks.

ವಿದಾಯ ಭಾಷಣ — Farewell Speech

BAMS Batch | Speaker's Address

Gowravaneeya shikshakaru, priya snehitaru, mattu nanna priya batch-mates — (Honourable teachers, dear friends, and my beloved batchmates —)

ಇಂದು ಮಾತನಾಡಲು ನಿಂತಾಗ, ಮನಸ್ಸು ತುಂಬಿ ಬಂದಿದೆ. ಮಾತು ಹೊರಡುತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ, ಆದರೂ ಹೇಳಲೇಬೇಕಾದ್ದು ತುಂಬಾ ಇದೆ.

(When I stand here to speak today, My heart overflows. Words refuse to come, And yet, there is so much that must be said.)

They say time heals everything. But today — standing in front of you all — I wish time had been a little slower.

Because today, it has healed nothing. Today, time has brought us to a door none of us truly wanted to open. The door marked... Goodbye.

ಸಮಯ ಓಡುತ್ತದೆ ಹಕ್ಕಿಯಂತೆ, ಹಿಡಿಯಲಾಗದ ಗಾಳಿಯಂತೆ. ನಾವು ಕಣ್ಮುಚ್ಚಿ ತೆರೆಯುವಷ್ಟರಲ್ಲಿ, ವರ್ಷಗಳು ಕನಸಿನಂತೆ ಸರಿದುಹೋದವು.

(Time runs like a bird, Like wind that cannot be held. In the blink of an eye, The years passed like a dream.)

I remember the very first day we walked through those college gates. Some of us were nervous — clutching our admit cards like life rafts. Some were confident... or at least pretending to be. And some of us were simply lost, looking for the right classroom, ending up in the wrong one, and somehow — still making a friend there.

Naavu strangers aagi bandhevu. Naavu family aagi hoguttiddeevu.

(We came as strangers. We leave as family.)

We studied Charaka Samhita, Ashtanga Hridayam — ancient wisdom, written centuries ago, by men who somehow already knew us.

They wrote about Vata, Pitta, Kapha — and friends, our batch was the perfect Tridosha balance.

Some of us were Vata — always moving, always anxious, notes flying everywhere at midnight.

Some were Pitta — sharp, focused, finishing the paper early and making the rest of us silently panic.

And some were Kapha — calm, steady, unshakeable, sleeping through three alarms, yet somehow always showing up when it mattered most.

ಒಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ನಾವು ಪೂರ್ಣರಾಗಿದ್ದೆವು. (Together, we were complete.)

ಹೆಜ್ಜೆ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆಯಲಿ ಜೊತೆಯಿದ್ದ ಗೆಳೆಯರೆ, ಮರೆಯಲಾಗದ ನೆನಪುಗಳ ಸಾಲೆ. ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆಯ ರಾತ್ರಿ, ಒಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ಓದಿದ ಕ್ಷಣ, ಕ್ಯಾಂಟೀನಿನ ಚಹಾ, ಹಂಚಿದ ಮನ.

(O friends who walked beside me step by step, A row of memories I cannot forget. Those exam nights, those moments of studying together, The canteen chai, the hearts we shared.)

Do you remember those Padartha Vigyana classes when none of us understood Dravya, Guna, Karma — and then one evening, over chai outside the canteen, it suddenly made sense?

That is what this college gave us. Not just textbooks. Not just degrees. It gave us moments of sudden clarity, shared between friends, under an open Karnataka sky.

Now, to our teachers —

Neevu kevalamatra shikshakaru alla. You were not just teachers. Neevu namma manassina Vaidyaru. You were the healers of our minds.

ಗುರುಗಳೇ, ನಿಮ್ಮ ಋಣ ತೀರಿಸಲಾಗದು, ನಿಮ್ಮ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವದ ಬೆಳಕು. ತಿದ್ದಿ ತೀಡಿ ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ರೂಪಿಸಿದಿರಿ, ಈ ಉಪಕಾರ ಮರೆಯಲಾಗದು ಎಂದಿಗೂ.

(O teachers, your debt can never be repaid, Your love is the light of our lives. You shaped us, corrected us, moulded us, This kindness, we can never forget.)

You corrected us not to shame us — but to shape us. We may forget the exact sloka, the exact dose — but we will never forget the way you made us believe we were capable of healing this world.

Tumba tumba dhanyavaadagalu. From the bottom of our hearts — thank you.

And now — to my batchmates. My people.

Nanna priya geleyaru —

I want to say something I have never said out loud, because we were always too tired, too busy, or too shy:

ನಾನು ನಿಮ್ಮ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ತುಂಬಾ ಹೆಮ್ಮೆಪಡುತ್ತೇನೆ. (I am so very proud of you.)

Every single one of you.

The one who failed an exam and came back stronger. The one who cried before the viva and still walked in with a smile. The one who drove across the city to help a friend revise at midnight. The one who shared their notes even when they hadn't finished studying.

You are healers — not because you passed your exams, but because you chose kindness even when you had nothing left to give.

ನೀನು ಬಿದ್ದಾಗ ಕೈ ಹಿಡಿದ ಗೆಳೆಯ, ನಗುವ ಕ್ಷಣದಲಿ ಜೊತೆಯಿದ್ದ ಸಾಥಿ. ಅಳುವ ರಾತ್ರಿ ಭುಜ ಕೊಟ್ಟ ಮಿತ್ರ, ಇಂತಹ ನಂಟು ಮತ್ತೆಲ್ಲಿ ಸಿಗುವುದು?

(The friend who held your hand when you fell, The companion who stood beside you in moments of laughter. The friend who gave their shoulder on tearful nights — Where will such a bond ever be found again?)

We are students of Ayurveda. Ayu — life. Veda — knowledge.

Ayurveda means the knowledge of life itself.

And isn't it beautiful — that the very science we chose believes health is not just the absence of disease, but the presence of joy, balance, and purpose.

Swastha — ಸ್ವಸ್ಥ — "one who is established in the self."

So as we go forward — let us be Swastha. Not just for our patients. For ourselves.

A good Vaidya heals others. A wise Vaidya heals themselves first.

ಆಯುರ್ವೇದದ ದೀಪ ಹಿಡಿದು ನಡೆಯಿರಿ, ಪ್ರತಿ ರೋಗಿಯ ನೋವ ಅರಿತು ಬದುಕಿರಿ. ಧನ್ವಂತರಿಯ ಆಶೀರ್ವಾದ ನಿಮ್ಮ ಜೊತೆ, ಈ ಪ್ರಪಂಚಕ್ಕೆ ಒಳಿತ ಮಾಡಿ ಹೋಗಿರಿ.

(Carry the lamp of Ayurveda and walk forward, Live with an understanding of every patient's pain. May Dhanvantari's blessings be with you, Go, and do good for this world.)

The road ahead is long. There will be internships, difficult patients, harder nights. There will be moments when you question everything.

But please — remember this evening.

Remember the warmth in this room tonight. Remember these faces. Remember that somewhere out there, is a batchmate who went through the exact same struggle — and made it through.

Neevu yavaagalu ekantavaralla. (You are never alone.)

ದೂರ ಹೋದರೂ ದಿಲ್ ಹತ್ತಿರ, ನೆನಪಿನ ದಾರ ಬಿಡದು ಎಂದಿಗೂ. ಬದುಕಿನ ದಾರಿ ಬೇರೆಯಾದರೂ, ಮನದ ಮನೆಯಲಿ ಒಟ್ಟಿಗಿರುವೆವು.

(Even if we go far, the heart stays close, The thread of memories will never let go. Even if life's roads diverge, In the home of the heart, we shall remain together.)

As the great Acharya Charaka once wrote —

"Aturo vishvamasya ayur vittam cha sarvam."

For the patient, the physician is everything — life itself. Wealth itself. The entire world.

Hogiri — go be everything for someone. Go be the reason someone sees another morning. Go carry this ancient science into every corner of this world.

And wherever you go — ee prema jothege tegedukondu hogi. (Take this love with you.)

ವಿದಾಯ ಎಂಬ ಪದ ಕಠಿಣ, ಆದರೆ ಇದು ಅಂತ್ಯವಲ್ಲ. ಮತ್ತೆ ಸಿಗುವ ನಂಬಿಕೆ ಇದೆ, ಈ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಶಾಶ್ವತ, ಮರೆತು ಹೋಗದು ಎಂದಿಗೂ.

(The word "farewell" is hard, But this is not an end. There is faith that we shall meet again, This love is eternal — it will never be forgotten.)

This is not the end.

This is simply the page turning.

The next chapter is blank — and you hold the pen.

Write something beautiful. Write something brave. Write something that, one day, your own students will read — and feel this same warmth that fills this room tonight.

On behalf of our entire batch —

ನಮ್ಮ ಗುರುಗಳಿಗೆ ನಮಸ್ಕಾರ. ನಮ್ಮ ಗೆಳೆಯರಿಗೆ ಪ್ರೀತಿ. ಈ ಕಾಲೇಜಿಗೆ ಕೃತಜ್ಞತೆ.

(Respect to our teachers. Love to our friends. Gratitude to this college.)

ಜೈ ಧನ್ವಂತರಿ. ಜೈ ಆಯುರ್ವೇದ.

Thank you. Dhanyavaadagalu. 🙏

Personalize this with real memories, your professors' names, your college name, and inside jokes from your batch — that is what will make the audience laugh, cry, and feel it truly. Best wishes for your farewell!

First day weekend, we will need to see the role number wise. And then we were asked to collect our aprons, role number, and zip cell. And till today, we are made-- till today also we are made to sit role number wise. From that day till today, the one between adjacent role numbers and all the match. Learn Sanskrit or first class for Sanskrit learning Maheshwara Sutra. I felt the initial days what am I reading this all and what for I am reading this all because I was, I was very dumb in Hindi and I was not even knowing Sanskrit, what Sanskrit means. Then the classes started.

These are beautiful, real memories. Let me weave them directly into the speech — the roll number system, collecting aprons, sitting together by roll number, the friendships born from adjacent seats, and that very relatable confusion of a non-Hindi/Sanskrit student staring at Maheshwara Sutras on Day One.

Here is the updated section of the speech with your personal memories fully woven in:

✦ The Personal Memory Section ✦

(Insert this after the opening poem, where you talk about the first day)

Do you remember Day One?

We had never met each other. We did not know a single face in that hall.

And the first thing this college did — was line us up. Roll number wise.

Roll number wise banni — sit here. Stand there. Queue here.

We collected our aprons. We collected our roll number cards. We collected our zip files with all those forms.

And honestly? That was the moment it hit us — "Oh. This is real. This is actually happening."

ಮೊದಲ ದಿನ ಕ್ರಮಾಂಕದ ಸಾಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ, ಯಾರನ್ನೂ ಅರಿಯದ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನಿಂದ ನಿಂತೆವು. ಆದರೆ ಪಕ್ಕದ ರೋಲ್ ನಂಬರಿನ ಆ ಮುಖ, ಮೊದಲ ಗೆಳೆಯನಾಗಿ ಮಾರ್ಪಟ್ಟಿತು.

(On the first day, standing in the roll number line, We stood with hearts that knew no one. But that face beside us — the adjacent roll number — Became our very first friend.)

And here is something that still amazes me —

Till today. Till this very last day — we are still made to sit roll number wise.

What started as a college rule became something none of us planned — it became friendship.

Because the person next to you in that line, the person whose roll number is just one digit away from yours — that person became the one who shared their notes with you, ate lunch with you, panicked before viva with you, and laughed with you about things nobody outside this college would ever understand.

Adjacent roll numbers. Accidental friends. Lifelong family.

ಸಂಖ್ಯೆಯಿಂದ ಶುರುವಾಯ್ತು ಈ ನಂಟು, ಪಕ್ಕದ ಕ್ರಮಾಂಕ, ಆದ ಜೀವದ ಗೆಳೆತನ. ಬರೀ ಅಕ್ಕ-ಪಕ್ಕ ಕುಳಿತ ನಾವು, ಇಂದು ಒಂದೇ ಹೃದಯದ ಎರಡು ತುಣುಕು.

(This bond began with a number, The adjacent roll number became a friendship of the soul. We who simply sat side by side, Are today two pieces of the same heart.)

And then — the classes began.

The very first class many of us had — Sanskrit.

Specifically — Maheshwara Sutras.

A-i-u-N. R-L-K. E-o-N...

I remember sitting there, staring at the board, thinking —

"What am I reading?" "What IS this?" "And more importantly — WHY am I reading this?"

I will be honest with you all today, because this is farewell and honesty feels right —

I was terrible at Hindi. Not bad. Not average. Terrible.

And Sanskrit? I did not even know what Sanskrit meant. I had never studied it. I had never heard it spoken at home.

And here I was — a BAMS student — being asked to learn the language in which the entire foundation of my medical science was written.

ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತ ಕಂಡು ಹೆದರಿದ ಮನ, ಮಹೇಶ್ವರ ಸೂತ್ರ ನೋಡಿ ಕಕ್ಕಾಬಿಕ್ಕಿ. "ಇದೇನಿದು, ಏಕೆ ಇದು?" ಎಂದು ಕೇಳಿದ ಮನಸ್ಸು, ಇಂದು ಆ ಭಾಷೆಯ ಸೌಂದರ್ಯ ಅರಿತಿದೆ.

(A heart that feared on seeing Sanskrit, Bewildered staring at Maheshwara Sutras. The mind that asked "what is this, why is this?" — Today understands the beauty of that language.)

But then — the classes started.

And slowly — very slowly — those strange syllables began to make sense.

The Sutras were not just sounds. They were a system — the most elegant system of language ever designed. Panini saw patterns in sound that no one else had seen.

And Charaka — writing in that same Sanskrit — was not just writing medicine. He was writing philosophy. He was writing compassion. He was writing a guide to living a meaningful life.

The language I once feared became the language I now respect.

ಮೊದಲು ಅರ್ಥವಾಗದ ಶ್ಲೋಕಗಳು, ಇಂದು ಮನದಾಳದಲ್ಲಿ ನೆಲೆ ನಿಂತಿವೆ. ಭಾಷೆಯ ಭಯ ದೂರವಾಗಿ, ಜ್ಞಾನದ ಬೆಳಕು ಒಳಗೆ ಹೊಕ್ಕಿದೆ.

(The shlokas that once made no sense, Have today settled deep within the heart. The fear of the language has faded, And the light of knowledge has entered within.)

That is the journey, isn't it?

We came in confused. We came in scared. We came in not knowing what we had signed up for.

And today — we leave as Vaidyas.

Not perfect. Not finished learning. But changed. Deeply, permanently changed.

This section flows naturally after your opening. You can speak the Kannada lines yourself or have someone read them with you as a co-speaker — it will be very moving either way. Add your own college name, specific professors, or your roll number and your best friend's roll number for maximum emotional impact.

After that, we were, uh, next was our class of anatomy. Then slowly the classes began, anatomy, that first dissection, that first pledge, and that first... Sound of, uh, the first smell of dissection hall. And coming to physiology, we will be where every interaction are, we will make to recite locas. The balance between vata, pitta, and kapha, and the first, uh, first time, uh, looking how to do, how to do the ECG, and how to check our BPs, and how that first heart song which was heard with ourself with our own stethoscope was... Giving a feeling of different and... Coming to still I remem-- till now, I know that are first one. And thank you, lecturers for this learn those chapters. And next, however, by finishing this, the IIT stepped into our second year. In RS, BK preparation was full of medicines preparation and everything. And then coming to toxicology, and the best part was at... Mm, we built our own stories. We made one character sign. Till that day, I gave one nickname for-- like, one was a character name, and till now... People call her with that name, that is Minamma Laggadi. Uh, then... The beautiful thing about the Swasthavritta was the yoga sessions. Beautifully taught by, taught by Swasthavritta staff. And on the yoga day, we were the one to host the yoga day. And we were sent... I was personally sent to some co- school for teaching yoga. That respect and that love from those kids will be really memorable and will be unforgettable to me. Then coming to, again, Samhita. Samhita was in... This time it was like... सूत्र, शरीर, विमान, निदान, इंद्रिय स्थान, वेर्वी, टिल्नो, विदिंटल, इंद्रिय स्थान प्रॉपर्ली। Only just we learned two, three shlokas and we went for the exams and we scored nicely. Then... Coming to द्रव्यगुण, where we, अ, where we spend most time in, अ, अ, अ, अ, अ, अ, अ, अ, अ, अ, अ, � �, हर्बल गार्डन्स, learning different types of द्रव्यास, their toxicology, their botanical names. First time I used to wonder what kind of botanical names are these, where I'm not able to pronounce. How can I remember 99 botanical names and family and how can I write in the exams? But thank you teachers for making them easy. Then the best part of the second year was our NSS. How can I forget that NSS, NSS, those four teams named अश्वमेध, dash, dash, dash. I don't know three names. अश्वमेध and देन, विवेमेटु, कुकुंडे विवेमेटु for the, अ, अ, अ, अ, अ, अ, अ, � Made us live, lively there. Many of the bonds got very close and people whom we didn't spoke once also, we spoke there and, like, those memories were very best. And I wish we once again go and we enjoy that life, but it's not possible. Then those, uh, those all special days with the clubbing with NSS. Celebrating those jatas and one more thing I have to tell about second year was, uh, when we were second year, they begin inspection came. That was, uh, NCISM inspection. That was, like, making documents of all and those, we were the first who they selected students for, uh, asking questions that praying to God, "God, please, I-- let n- not my name come in that." Uh, and one more thing was collecting QRs, QR codes. Our Modi ji has done one, uh, Prakriti Parikshana, collecting QR codes, going to each and every corner of- Mm-hmm ... school and, uh, like, we have to talk to people. We have to make them agree and then they'll give QR code for us. That was also a beautiful memory. And-

What a treasure of memories! Let me weave every single one of these into the speech beautifully — the dissection hall smell, ECG, stethoscope moment, Minamma Laggadi, yoga day, NSS teams, NCISM inspection panic, QR code collection, Dravyaguna herbal garden, botanical names — all of it.

✦ Year-by-Year Memory Section ✦

(The heart of your speech — speak this slowly, let each memory land)

🩺 First Year — The Beginning

And then — the classes truly began.

After Sanskrit and Maheshwara Sutras — came Anatomy.

ಮೊದಲ ಕ್ಲಾಸ್, ಮೊದಲ ಅನುಭವ, ಮೊದಲ ಬಾರಿ ಡಿಸೆಕ್ಷನ್ ಹಾಲ್ ಒಳಗೆ ಕಾಲಿಟ್ಟೆವು. ಆ ವಾಸನೆ, ಆ ಮೌನ, ಆ ಗಂಭೀರತೆ — ಮರೆಯಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯವೇ ಇಲ್ಲ ಎಂದಿಗೂ.

(The first class, the first experience, The first time we stepped into the dissection hall. That smell, that silence, that solemnity — It is impossible to ever forget.)

We walked in. We took the pledge. And then — that smell hit us.

Some of us went pale. Some of us held our breath. Some of us pretended to be absolutely fine while absolutely not being fine.

But we stood there. We took the pledge to honour the body before us — a silent teacher who asked nothing in return and taught us everything.

That was the moment we stopped being students and started becoming doctors.

And then came Physiology.

Oh, Physiology.

Where we were made to recite slokas in every class — standing up, reciting, sitting down, standing up again if we got it wrong.

The balance of Vata, Pitta, Kapha — we recited it so many times that even today, in our sleep, we could probably recite it correctly.

And then — the practicals.

The first time we learned to do an ECG. Fumbling with the leads. Sticking them on wrong. Getting a reading that looked like a mountain range instead of a proper P-Q-R-S-T wave.

The first time we learned to check Blood Pressure. Pumping the cuff too hard. Listening through the stethoscope with total concentration —

And then —

That first heartbeat.

That first time you placed your own stethoscope on your own chest — or on a friend's chest — and heard that sound.

Lub. Dub. Lub. Dub.

ಅದೊಂದು ಬೇರೆಯೇ ಅನುಭವ. It was unlike anything else.

That sound — that simple, steady sound — reminded us why we chose this path. Life itself, speaking directly into our ears.

ಸ್ಟೆತೊಸ್ಕೋಪ್ ಕಿವಿಗಿಟ್ಟ ಆ ಕ್ಷಣ, ಹೃದಯದ ಸದ್ದು ಮೊದಲ ಬಾರಿ ಕೇಳಿದೆ. ಆ ಲಬ್-ಡಬ್ ನಾದ ಹೃದಯ ತಟ್ಟಿತು, ವೈದ್ಯನಾಗುವ ಕನಸು ನಿಜವೆನಿಸಿತು.

(That moment of placing the stethoscope to the ear, The heartbeat was heard for the very first time. That lub-dub sound touched the heart, The dream of becoming a doctor felt real.)

And to our lecturers who taught us those chapters — the ones who made us understand the body not as a machine to be fixed, but as a living, breathing story —

Thank you. From the very bottom of our hearts.

🌿 Second Year — Stories, Medicines & Memories

And then — we stepped into Second Year.

RS and BK — Rasa Shastra and Bhaishajya Kalpana.

Full of medicine preparation. Grinding, mixing, heating, filtering. Our hands stained, our aprons stained, our notes stained — but our minds slowly filling with the ancient art of making medicine from the earth.

Then came Toxicology.

And this is where something beautiful happened — something that was NOT in the syllabus.

We built our own stories. We created our own characters.

And one character — one nickname — was born in that class that became so real, so beloved, that people use it to this day.

You all know who I am talking about.

Minamma Laggadi.

(Pause for laughter and cheering)

ಆ ಹೆಸರು ನೀಡಿದ ದಿನದಿಂದ ಇಂದಿನ ತನಕ, ಆ ಹೆಸರಿನಿಂದಲೇ ಕರೆಯುತ್ತೇವೆ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯಿಂದ. ಒಂದು ನಿಕ್ನೇಮ್, ಒಂದು ನಗು, ಒಂದು ಜೀವ — ಈ ಬ್ಯಾಚ್ ನ ಅಚ್ಚಳಿಯದ ನೆನಪು.

(From the day that name was given till today, We call her by that name with love. One nickname, one laugh, one soul — An unforgettable memory of this batch.)

Then came Swasthavritta.

And the most beautiful part of Swasthavritta — was the Yoga sessions.

Beautifully, patiently, lovingly taught by our Swasthavritta staff.

We stretched. We balanced. We breathed. Some of us fell over in Vrikshasana. Some of us discovered muscles we never knew existed. But we showed up, mat after mat, day after day.

And then — Yoga Day.

We were the ones chosen to host it.

ಯೋಗ ದಿನದಂದು ನಾವು ವೇದಿಕೆ ಏರಿದೆವು, ಹೆಮ್ಮೆಯ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆಯಿಟ್ಟು ಯೋಗ ಕಲಿಸಿದೆವು. ಆ ಮಕ್ಕಳ ಕಣ್ಣಲ್ಲಿ ಕಂಡ ಗೌರವ, ಮನದಲ್ಲಿ ಇಂದಿಗೂ ಹಸಿರಾಗಿದೆ.

(On Yoga Day, we stepped onto the stage, With proud steps, we taught yoga. The respect seen in those children's eyes, Is still fresh and green in the heart today.)

And personally — I was sent to a nearby school to teach yoga to the children there.

Those kids — the way they looked at us, the way they tried so hard to copy every pose, the way they smiled when they got it right —

That respect and that love from those children — I will carry it with me for the rest of my life. No exam, no degree, no certificate gave me what those children gave me that day.

Then came Samhita — this time, deeper.

Sutra Sthana, Sharira Sthana, Vimana, Nidana, Indriya Sthana —

सूत्र, शरीर, विमान, निदान, इंद्रिय स्थान —

(Laughter in the voice) — Honestly? We learned two, three shlokas. We went for the exam. And we scored nicely.

(Pause for laughter)

ಎರಡು ಶ್ಲೋಕ ಕಲಿತು ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆ ಬರೆದೆವು, ಅಂಕಗಳು ಮಾತ್ರ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿ ಬಂದಿತು. ಹೇಗಾಯ್ತು ಎಂದು ಇಂದಿಗೂ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ, ಆಯುರ್ವೇದದ ಮಹಿಮೆ ಎಂದು ನಂಬಿದ್ದೇವೆ!

(We studied two shlokas and wrote the exam, Yet the marks came out beautifully. How it happened, we still don't know — We believe it is the grace of Ayurveda!)

And then — Dravyaguna.

Where we spent the most time not in the classroom — but in the Herbal Garden.

Walking through those plants, learning their names, touching their leaves, smelling their roots.

Different types of Dravyas. Their properties. Their actions. Their toxicology.

And those botanical names.

(Deep breath — audience laughter)

I remember the first time I saw the list. Ninety-nine botanical names. With family names. In Latin.

I stood there thinking — "I cannot even pronounce this. How am I supposed to remember 99 of them? How will I write this in the exam with my own hand?"

ಮೊದಲ ಬಾರಿ ಬೊಟಾನಿಕಲ್ ನೇಮ್ ನೋಡಿದಾಗ, ಓದಲೂ ಬಾರದ ಹೆಸರು ನೋಡಿ ಗಾಬರಿ ಆದೆ. ಆದರೆ ಗುರುಗಳು ಸುಲಭ ಮಾಡಿ ಕಲಿಸಿದರು, ಆ ಮರಗಳ ಮೇಲೆ ಇಂದು ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಮೂಡಿದೆ.

(When I first saw the botanical names, I panicked seeing names I couldn't even read. But our teachers made them easy to learn, And today I have love for those very plants.)

Thank you, dear teachers, for making the impossible feel possible.

🏕️ NSS — The Bonds That Cannot Be Broken

And then — how can I ever forget —

NSS.

ಎನ್.ಎಸ್.ಎಸ್. ಎಂಬ ಆ ನಾಲ್ಕು ದಿನ, ಬದುಕಿನ ಅತ್ಯಂತ ಸುಂದರ ಅಧ್ಯಾಯ. ಅಪರಿಚಿತರು ಆತ್ಮೀಯರಾದ ಕ್ಷಣ, ಒಂದೇ ಶಿಬಿರದ ಚಂದದ ಕಾವ್ಯ.

(Those few days called NSS, The most beautiful chapter of life. The moment strangers became dear ones, A beautiful poem of one shared camp.)

Four teams. Do you remember?

Ashwamedha — and the others whose names I may be mixing up right now on stage —

(Pause, smile at audience)

— but YOU remember. You were there.

Those teams made us compete, laugh, fight, cheer, and finally — unite.

The people we had never spoken a single word to in two full years of college — we spoke to them at NSS. We ate together. We slept under the same roof. We stayed up late doing things that had nothing to do with the syllabus and everything to do with becoming human.

ಮಾತಾಡದವರು ಮಿತ್ರರಾದರು, ದೂರದವರು ಹತ್ತಿರ ಬಂದರು. ಆ ಶಿಬಿರದ ರಾತ್ರಿಗಳು, ಆ ಹಾಡುಗಳು — ಮರೆತರೂ ಮರೆಯಲಾಗದ ನೆನಪುಗಳು.

(Those who never spoke became friends, Those who were distant came close. Those camp nights, those songs — Memories that remain even when you try to forget.)

I wish — I genuinely wish — we could go back. Just once. Pack our bags, go back to that camp, and live those days one more time.

But we cannot.

And maybe that is what makes it so precious.

📋 The NCISM Inspection & QR Code Mission

And oh — Second Year also gave us two very special kinds of terror.

First — the NCISM Inspection.

Documents. Files. Registers. Everything had to be perfect. Everything had to be ready.

And then — they announced they would ask questions to students.

I think every single one of us bowed our heads and prayed the same silent prayer:

"Please. Not me. God, please — any name but mine."

(Pause for laughter)

ಇನ್ಸ್ಪೆಕ್ಷನ್ ದಿನ ದೇವರಲ್ಲಿ ಮೊರೆ ಇಟ್ಟೆವು, "ನನ್ನ ಹೆಸರು ಬೀಳದಿರಲಿ" ಎಂದು ಬೇಡಿದೆವು. ಮನಸ್ಸು ಪಕ್ಕದ ಗೆಳೆಯನ ಕಡೆ ನೋಡಿ, "ಅವನ ಹೆಸರು ಬೀಳಲಿ" ಎಂದು ಆಶಿಸಿತು!

(On inspection day, we prayed to God, We begged, "Please, not my name." The mind glanced sideways at the friend next to us, And secretly hoped it would be their name instead!)

And then — the QR Code Mission.

Our Modi ji launched the Prakriti Parikshana initiative — and we were sent out into every corner, every street, every school to collect QR codes.

We had to talk to strangers. We had to convince them. We had to explain what Prakriti is, why it matters, and why they should scan a QR code for a medical student they had never met before.

Some people said yes immediately. Some people looked at us like we had lost our minds. Some people made us explain three times before agreeing.

But we did it. We went out into the world — not as students with textbooks, but as ambassadors of Ayurveda — and we brought back those QR codes like trophies.

ಪ್ರಕೃತಿ ಪರೀಕ್ಷಣೆಗಾಗಿ ಹೊರಟೆವು, ಅಪರಿಚಿತ ಬೀದಿಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಆಯುರ್ವೇದ ಹರಡಿದೆವು. QR ಕೋಡ್ ಸಂಗ್ರಹ ಬರೀ ಕಾರ್ಯವಲ್ಲ — ಅದು ಜನರ ಹೃದಯ ಮುಟ್ಟಿದ ಅನುಭವ.

(We set out for Prakriti Parikshana, We spread Ayurveda in unknown streets. Collecting QR codes was not just a task — It was the experience of touching people's hearts.)

Continue speaking naturally from here — I am ready to write the Third Year, Fourth Year, Internship, and Final Closing sections whenever you share those memories. Keep going — you are building something truly special.

Finally, coming to final year with eight subjects, thirteen papers. Till now, we are studying, studying, studying. Starting with पंचकर्म, वीर... वीर, not knowing असली तो ट्रांसक्रिप्ट में only five topics we can study and go. But हाँ, कुछ आयुर्वेद डिपेंडेंट हैं पंचकर्म। Coming to शल्य तंत्र, वो भी आपको बताऊँगा। वो भी आपको बताऊँगा। All right, sir. For the people who don't, जी, इंशाअल्लाह, जी। Next, coming to शालके tantra, ये एंटी subjects, they we have very beautiful memories. The best part was अक्षय तपना। We all experience अक्षय तपना and अंजना। We all experience the real terror and अंजना procedures, and we can feel how patients feel it after doing it. And coming to KC चंद्र... गैर वित्त प्रेयर, गैर वित्त प्रेयर games with लक्षणस। Read patients, learning those चिकित्सा सूत्र। And facility today, we do one thing, the common subject in क्या है, चिकित्सा? सम्मिता जयनाथ, अ, अ, अ, अ, अ, अ, कौमार वृत्तिया, इन सब चीज़ों को लेकर एक श्लोक लिखना है और उसे लिखने के बाद उसे एक से एक लाख बार लिखना है। और जब तक आप लिख नहीं लेते, तब तक आपको नहीं देंगे। और जब तक आप लिख नहीं लेते, तब तक आपको नहीं देंगे। The... Slow, cause of the shape are very easy, but difficult to remember. And, Samhita. Mostly, after so many years, we are the first batch having Samhita for all four and half years. Learning it so confidently, but forgetting all the shlokas again. I'm coming to... परिस्थितियाँ स्त्री रोग़ का एक उपक्रमेंस या उपक्रम के रूप में बहुत अच्छी हैं। Most of... Stop, uh, us speaking, but, but how... I don't disagree how good this women are because studying level itself for me, it was like... These things, these many things happens in, uh, women for the labor and those direction, oh my God. Thank you. Then, so the research and statistics. Studied something. I don't know what will write in exams, but one best memory of final year is our trip. Oh, three and half years-- three and half days, that trip was next level. Thank you for all who make this successful. We made so much memories. And... I am the with the council batch, hosting college day, graduation day. All the major events in the college. And today... And today, the new council has organized, I wish a very best of luck for the new council. Make all the events beautiful, make memories because those are the ones will last in this college life. And be good with everyone. Share love as much as you can. Keep smile on your face because it's the most beautiful jewelry or makeup you can wear. And thank you for everyone for giving me this opportunity for speaking, for sharing. And lastly, I, I, I extend a heartfelt thank you and sorry for- ... everyone I hurted unknowingly or unknowingly. Just it was a heat of moment. And thank you for giving so many beautiful memories which can be cherished for- Okay ...which can be cherished till my end of my life. And okay, guys, Thank you.

Now I have the complete picture of your entire BAMS journey. Let me write the full, complete speech from beginning to end — all years, all memories, Kannada poems, English flow, everything woven together beautifully.

ವಿದಾಯ ಭಾಷಣ — The Complete Farewell Speech

BAMS Batch | Your Words, Your Journey, Your Heart

Gowravaneeya shikshakaru, priya snehitaru, mathu nanna priya batch-mates — (Honourable teachers, dear friends, and my beloved batchmates —)

ಇಂದು ಮಾತನಾಡಲು ನಿಂತಾಗ, ಮನಸ್ಸು ತುಂಬಿ ಬಂದಿದೆ. ಮಾತು ಹೊರಡುತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ — ಆದರೂ ಹೇಳಲೇಬೇಕಾದ್ದು ತುಂಬಾ ಇದೆ.

(When I stand here to speak today, My heart overflows. Words refuse to come — And yet, there is so much that must be said.)

They say time heals everything. But today — standing here, looking at all your faces — I wish time had been a little less efficient.

Because today, it has healed nothing. Today, time has brought us to a door none of us truly wanted to open. The door marked — Goodbye.

📋 Day One — Roll Numbers & Aprons

Do you remember the very first day?

We had never met each other. Not a single familiar face in that hall.

And the first thing this college did — was line us up. Roll number wise.

Roll number wise banni — sit here. Stand here. Queue here.

We collected our aprons. We collected our roll number cards. We collected everything in that zip file — forms, rules, schedules — and honestly, most of us had no idea what half of it meant.

And here is the beautiful thing —

Till today. This very last day — we are still made to sit roll number wise.

What started as a college rule became something none of us planned.

The person next to you in that line — the one whose roll number is just one digit away from yours — became the one who shared their notes, ate lunch with you, panicked before the viva with you, and laughed with you about things nobody outside this college would ever understand.

Adjacent roll numbers. Accidental friends. Lifelong family.

(This bond began with a number, The adjacent roll number became a friendship of the soul. We who simply sat side by side, Are today two pieces of the same heart.)

🔤 Sanskrit & Maheshwara Sutras

And then the classes began.

Sanskrit. First class. Maheshwara Sutras.

A-i-u-N. R-L-K. E-o-N...

I sat there staring at the board thinking — "What am I reading?" "What IS this?" "And WHY am I reading this?"

I will be honest today — because farewell deserves honesty.

I was terrible at Hindi. Not bad. Not average. Terrible.

And Sanskrit? I did not even know what Sanskrit meant. I had never studied it. Never heard it at home.

And here I was — a BAMS student — being asked to learn the very language in which the entire foundation of my medical science was written.

(A heart that feared on seeing Sanskrit, Bewildered staring at Maheshwara Sutras. The mind that asked "what is this, why is this?" — Today understands the beauty of that language.)

But slowly — very slowly — it made sense. Those Sutras were not just sounds. They were a system — the most elegant system ever created. And Charaka, writing in that same Sanskrit, was not just writing medicine. He was writing compassion.

The language I once feared — became the language I now respect.

🔬 Anatomy — The Dissection Hall

Then came Anatomy.

And the dissection hall.

ಮೊದಲ ಬಾರಿ ಡಿಸೆಕ್ಷನ್ ಹಾಲ್ ಒಳಗೆ ಕಾಲಿಟ್ಟೆವು, ಆ ವಾಸನೆ, ಆ ಮೌನ, ಆ ಗಂಭೀರತೆ — ಮರೆಯಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯವೇ ಇಲ್ಲ ಎಂದಿಗೂ.

(The first time we stepped into the dissection hall, That smell, that silence, that solemnity — It is impossible to ever forget.)

We walked in. We took the pledge. And then that smell hit us.

Some went pale. Some held their breath. Some of us pretended to be absolutely fine — while absolutely not being fine.

But we stood there. We honoured the silent teacher before us — one who asked nothing in return and taught us everything.

That was the moment we stopped being students and started becoming doctors.

💓 Physiology — The First Heartbeat

Then came Physiology.

Where we recited slokas standing up — sit down if you got it right, stand up again if you got it wrong.

The Vata, Pitta, Kapha balance — recited so many times, even now, in our sleep, we could get it right.

And the practicals — learning ECG, fumbling with leads, checking blood pressures, pumping the cuff too hard.

And then — that moment.

The first time you placed your stethoscope on a chest — and heard it.

Lub. Dub. Lub. Dub.

(That moment of placing the stethoscope to the ear, The heartbeat heard for the very first time. That lub-dub sound touched the heart, The dream of becoming a doctor felt real.)

That feeling — that was different. That was unlike anything else.

Thank you, dear lecturers, for every chapter you taught us with patience.

🌿 Second Year — RS, BK, Toxicology & Minamma Laggadi

And then we stepped into Second Year.

RS and BK — Rasa Shastra and Bhaishajya Kalpana. Full of medicine preparation. Grinding, mixing, heating, filtering. Hands stained. Aprons stained. Notes stained. But minds slowly filling with the ancient art of making medicine from the earth itself.

Then came Toxicology.

And something happened there that was not in the syllabus.

We built our own stories. We created our own characters.

And one nickname was born in that class — so real, so beloved — that people still use it to this day.

You all know exactly who I mean.

Minamma Laggadi.

(smile and pause)

(From the day that name was given till today, We call her by that name with love. One nickname, one laugh, one soul — An unforgettable memory of this batch.)

🧘 Swasthavritta — Yoga Day & The School Children

Then came Swasthavritta.

And the most beautiful part — the Yoga sessions. Beautifully, patiently, lovingly taught by our Swasthavritta staff.

We stretched. We balanced. We breathed. Some of us fell over in Vrikshasana. Some discovered muscles they never knew existed.

And then — Yoga Day. We were chosen to host it.

And I — personally — was sent to a nearby school to teach yoga to the children there.

Those kids. The way they looked at us with such trust. The way they tried so hard to copy every pose. The way they smiled when they finally got it right —

ಆ ಮಕ್ಕಳ ಕಣ್ಣಲ್ಲಿ ಕಂಡ ಗೌರವ, ಮನದಲ್ಲಿ ಇಂದಿಗೂ ಹಸಿರಾಗಿದೆ. ಯಾವ ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆಯೂ ಕೊಡದ ಸಂತೋಷ, ಆ ಮಕ್ಕಳ ನಗು ನೀಡಿತು ನನಗೆ.

(The respect seen in those children's eyes Is still fresh and green in the heart today. The happiness no exam ever gave me — Was given to me by the smile of those children.)

That love from those children — I will carry it for the rest of my life.

📜 Samhita — Two Shlokas, Nice Marks

Then came Samhita — deeper this time.

सूत्र स्थान, शरीर स्थान, विमान, निदान, इंद्रिय स्थान —

We are, in fact, the first batch to have Samhita running across all four and a half years.

And honestly?

We learned two, three shlokas. We went for the exam. And we scored nicely.

(pause for laughter)

ಎರಡು ಶ್ಲೋಕ ಕಲಿತು ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆ ಬರೆದೆವು, ಅಂಕಗಳು ಮಾತ್ರ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿ ಬಂದಿತು. ಹೇಗಾಯ್ತು ಎಂದು ಇಂದಿಗೂ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ — ಆಯುರ್ವೇದದ ಮಹಿಮೆ ಎಂದು ನಂಬಿದ್ದೇವೆ!

(We studied two shlokas and wrote the exam, Yet the marks came out beautifully. How it happened, we still don't know — We believe it is the grace of Ayurveda!)

🌱 Dravyaguna — The Herbal Garden & Botanical Names

Dravyaguna — where we spent the most time not in the classroom, but in the Herbal Garden.

Walking through those plants. Learning their names. Touching their leaves. Smelling their roots.

And those botanical names.

(deep breath)

Ninety-nine botanical names. With family names. In Latin.

I remember standing there thinking — "I cannot even pronounce this. How will I write 99 of these with my own hand in an exam?"

(When I first saw the botanical names, I panicked seeing names I couldn't even read. But our teachers made them easy — And today I have love for those very plants.)

Thank you, dear teachers, for making the impossible feel possible.

🏕️ NSS — Where Strangers Became Family

And then — NSS.

ಎನ್.ಎಸ್.ಎಸ್. ಎಂಬ ಆ ದಿನಗಳು, ಬದುಕಿನ ಅತ್ಯಂತ ಸುಂದರ ಅಧ್ಯಾಯ. ಅಪರಿಚಿತರು ಆತ್ಮೀಯರಾದ ಕ್ಷಣ — ಒಂದೇ ಶಿಬಿರದ ಚಂದದ ಕಾವ್ಯ.

(Those days called NSS, The most beautiful chapter of life. The moment strangers became dear ones — A beautiful poem of one shared camp.)

Four teams — Ashwamedha and the others — those teams made us compete, laugh, argue, cheer, and finally — unite.

The people we had never spoken a single word to in two full years of college — we spoke to them at NSS. We ate together. We stayed up together. We did things that had nothing to do with the syllabus and everything to do with becoming human.

(Those who never spoke became friends, Those who were distant came close. Those camp nights, those songs — Memories that remain even when you try to forget.)

I wish — genuinely — we could pack our bags and go back there just once more.

But we cannot. And maybe that is exactly what makes it so precious.

📋 NCISM Inspection & The QR Code Mission

Second year also brought two very special kinds of fear.

First — the NCISM Inspection.

Documents. Files. Registers. Everything perfect. And then they announced — students would be asked questions.

Every single one of us bowed our head and prayed the exact same silent prayer —

"God. Please. Any name but mine."

(pause)

(On inspection day, we prayed to God, "Please, not my name." The mind glanced sideways at the friend beside us — And secretly hoped it would be their name instead!)

And then — the Prakriti Parikshana QR Code Mission.

Modi ji's initiative. And we were sent out — into every corner, every street, every school — to collect QR codes from people.

We had to talk to strangers. Convince them. Explain Prakriti. Get them to scan.

Some said yes immediately. Some looked at us like we had completely lost our minds. Some made us explain three times.

But we did it. We went out not as students with textbooks — but as ambassadors of Ayurveda.

And we came back with those QR codes like trophies.

(We set out for Prakriti Parikshana, We spread Ayurveda in unknown streets. Collecting QR codes was not just a task — It was the experience of touching people's hearts.)

🎓 Final Year — Eight Subjects, Thirteen Papers

And then — Final Year.

Eight subjects. Thirteen papers.

ಎಂಟು ವಿಷಯ, ಹದಿಮೂರು ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆ ಪತ್ರಿಕೆ, ಓದು, ಓದು, ಓದು — ಇದೇ ಜೀವನ ಆಯ್ತು. ನಿದ್ದೆ ಕಡಿಮೆ, ಕಾಫಿ ಹೆಚ್ಚು, ಆದರೂ ಒಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ಓದಿ ಗೆದ್ದೆವು.

(Eight subjects, thirteen question papers, Study, study, study — this became life itself. Less sleep, more coffee, Yet we studied together and won.)

Starting with Panchakarma — where we learned that in the exam, five topics can carry you through if you know them with full confidence. Ayurveda ke liye Panchakarma toh aatma ki tarah hai.

Then Shalya Tantra — (smile) I will let that one speak for itself.

Then Shalakya Tantra — and here, friends, we have beautiful memories of a very specific kind of terror —

Akshi Tarpana and Anjana.

We all experienced it ourselves. We all felt — first hand — what our patients feel when we do these procedures.

That burns a little differently when it is your own eyes.

(knowing laughter from batch)

Then Kaumarabhritya and Stri Roga —

Stri Roga — honestly — the sheer number of things the female body goes through — labor, complications, stages, directions —

My God.

I sat in that class thinking — women are the strongest human beings alive. Full stop.

Then Samhita — again, always Samhita — those shlokas that look easy to the eye but disappear completely from the brain thirty seconds after you read them.

We are the first batch to carry Samhita for all four and a half years. Learning it so confidently each time — and forgetting all of it again.

(pause for laughter)

ಶ್ಲೋಕ ಓದಿದೆ, ಅರ್ಥ ತಿಳಿದೆ, ಮರೆತೆ, ಮತ್ತೆ ಓದಿದೆ, ಮತ್ತೆ ಮರೆತೆ, ಮತ್ತೆ ಬರೆದೆ. ಈ ಚಕ್ರ ಮುಗಿಯದ ಲೂಪ್ ಆಯ್ತು, ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆಯ ದಿನ ಮಾತ್ರ ನೆನಪಾಯ್ತು!

(Read the shloka, understood it, forgot it, Read again, forgot again, wrote again. This cycle became an endless loop — Only on exam day did it come back to mind!)

And Research and Statistics —

We studied something. I genuinely am not sure what. But we studied it. (smile)

✈️ The Trip — Three and a Half Days

And the best memory of final year —

The Trip.

Three and a half days. Next level.

ಆ ಪ್ರಯಾಣ ಮರೆಯಲಾಗದ ಅನುಭವ, ಒಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ನಕ್ಕು, ಕುಣಿದು, ತಿಂದು, ನಿದ್ದೆ ಮಾಡಿದೆವು. ಕ್ಲಾಸ್ ರೂಮಿನ ಹೊರಗೆ ನಾವು ಬೇರೆಯೇ ಇದ್ದೆವು, ಆ ಮೂರೂವರೆ ದಿನ ಒಂದು ಜೀವನ ಆಯ್ತು.

(That journey was an unforgettable experience, Together we laughed, danced, ate, and slept. Outside the classroom, we were something else entirely, Those three and a half days became a lifetime.)

Thank you — to every single person who made that trip happen. We made so many memories that no exam question will ever ask about — and those are the exact memories we will remember forever.

🏆 The Council — Hosting Every Major Event

And one more thing I carry with pride —

Being part of the Student Council.

Every major event in this college — College Day, Graduation Day, all of it — our batch hosted it.

We stood on this very stage not just as students but as organizers, leaders, hosts.

And today, as I look at the new council —

I want to say this from my heart:

Make every event beautiful. Give everything you have. Because these events — the chaos behind the stage, the last minute arrangements, the moments when everything almost fell apart and you fixed it anyway — those are the memories that will last your entire life in this college.

Be good to everyone. Share love as much as you can.

And always remember —

A smile is the most beautiful thing you can wear. No makeup. No jewelry. Just a genuine smile. It costs nothing and means everything.

🙏 Thank You & Sorry

And now — the last thing.

The most important thing.

To every teacher — Tumba tumba dhanyavaadagalu. Your debt cannot be repaid. Only carried forward — in the way we treat our patients, in the way we pass your knowledge on.

(O teachers, your debt can never be repaid, Your love is the very light of our lives. You shaped us, corrected us, moulded us — This kindness we can never forget.)

And to my batchmates —

I extend a heartfelt thank you. For every memory. Every laugh. Every late night. Every shared note. Every borrowed pen. Every moment that made these years worth living.

And a heartfelt sorry.

If I ever hurt anyone — knowingly or unknowingly — in the heat of a moment, in a rush, in stress —

It was never the intention. And I am sorry.

Because you all gave me the most beautiful memories I will cherish till the very last day of my life.

✨ The Closing

ದೂರ ಹೋದರೂ ದಿಲ್ ಹತ್ತಿರ, ನೆನಪಿನ ದಾರ ಬಿಡದು ಎಂದಿಗೂ. ಬದುಕಿನ ದಾರಿ ಬೇರೆಯಾದರೂ, ಮನದ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಒಟ್ಟಿಗಿರುವೆವು.

(Even if we go far, the heart stays close, The thread of memories will never let go. Even if life's roads diverge, In the home of the heart, we shall remain together.)

This is not the end.

This is simply the page turning.

The next chapter is blank — and you hold the pen.

Write something beautiful. Write something brave. Be the Vaidya this world needs.

Wherever you go — ee prema jothege tegedukondu hogi. (Take this love with you.)

ನಮ್ಮ ಗುರುಗಳಿಗೆ ನಮಸ್ಕಾರ. ನಮ್ಮ ಗೆಳೆಯರಿಗೆ ಪ್ರೀತಿ. ಈ ಕಾಲೇಜಿಗೆ ಕೃತಜ್ಞತೆ.

(Respect to our teachers. Love to our friends. Gratitude to this college.)

ಜೈ ಧನ್ವಂತರಿ. ಜೈ ಆಯುರ್ವೇದ.

Thank you. Dhanyavaadagalu. 🙏

Quick tips for delivery:

Speak the Kannada poems slowly — let them breathe.

Pause after Minamma Laggadi — enjoy the laughter.

Lower your voice slightly for the sorry section — that is where it will get emotional.

Fill in the three missing NSS team names when you remember them — the audience will cheer.

Add your college name and specific professors' names for maximum connection.

You are going to be wonderful. 🙏

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