HE WHO SPOKE CHAOS 

If you ever stumble into the labyrinthine corridors of KKMC (Kasturba’s Kingdom of Medical Chaos) in in the middle of nowhere, Karnataka, and spot a human tornado with a mop of curls, a check T-shirt, and loads of unnecessary paper bits sticking out of his backpack like a flag of honour—congratulations! You’ve found Shaggy.

A true-blue Kerala kid, sharp as a tack but blissfully unaware of the world outside his coconut grove until he ventured off for his medical studies in a charming little town called Davangere in Karnataka, where the academics are as serious as a doctor’s handwriting! His linguistic skills in a second or third language are about as developed as a caveman trying to chat with a T-Rex using American Sign Language. Yet, somehow, like a miracle of modern communication, he manages to get his point across to peers, superiors, and patients alike—probably with a lot of grunting and hand gestures!.

His real name? No one knows. Who named him Shaggy? No clue. Frankly, we’re not even sure he has a real name; anyway, the name Shaggy… stuck!!!. The appetite was justified. The hair? Well, let’s just say it’s a tribute to both Kerala’s monsoons and his refusal to own a comb, which he calls a ‘boorsha-vaasi conspiracy to tame free spirits”.

The Shaggy 101:

1. Origin Story: Born in God’s Own Country (Kerala), raised on coconut water and puttu-kadala, Shaggy’s world was green, serene, and blissfully monolingual—until he landed in Davangere. Here, the only “green” he recognised was the envy in his classmates’ eyes when he devoured three plates of bisi bele bath in the mess without breaking a sweat.

2. Linguistic Superpower: Shaggy’s grasp of Kannada, Hindi, or English is… creative. Imagine a coconut tree trying to salsa. Yet, patients adore him. His secret? A mix of frantic hand gestures, exaggerated facial expressions, and the universal language of handing out banana chips as “medicine”.

3. Eco-Warrior : Shaggy’s eco-warrior cred is legendary, though his ‘herbal remedies sometimes smell suspiciously like Snoop Dogg’s tour bus. Campus security once chased him for ‘composting’. Now, whenever his name pops up, folks always go, "SHIT MAGA!!!".

4. Food Vacuum Mode: Shaggy’s stomach is a black hole. I mean, it defies logic... eats like a whale and stays as skinny as a freaking matchstick. When asked how he stays skinny, he grins, “Metabolism, dude. Also, I run… from dogs who want my paratha.”

Why Davangere Can’t Decide Whether He’s a Menace or a Messiah:

Shaggy’s first day in Karnataka was a masterclass in cultural confusion. He tried to order appam in a local dhaba by flapping his arms like a rooster (he thought “rooster” meant “breakfast”). The waiter brought him chicken curry. Shaggy wept, then adopted the chicken bones to make a “skeleton model” for class. The dean was horrified. The anatomy department gave him extra credit.

But beneath the chaos, Shaggy’s a savant. He aced pharmacology by pretending each drug was a Pokémon (“Beta-blockers are like Squirtle—cool, calm, squirt-squirt”). He once cured a senior’s migraine by accident when he dropped a coconut on their head (“Ayurvedic shock therapy!”). And when a snake slithered into the girls’ hostel, Shaggy tamed it with a lullaby in Malayalam. The snake stayed, coiled around his arm like a living bracelet. The girls fled, hands clapped over their ears—‘Oodukkathe therapy!’ they screamed. (Translation: ‘Eardrum-breaking therapy!’). Shaggy just shrugged at their inability to grasp his musical prowess; I mean, after all, he did give the Snake an Ayyappa Swamy remix... such troglodytes.

Shaggy’s life is basically a never-ending parade of “Wait, what?!” moments, like a sitcom where the laugh track is just his own bewildered expression. Ah, the classic tale of the weekend warrior who thought he could pedal his way to Kerala, only to find himself hopelessly wandering through a coffee plantation. And just when you think it couldn't get ridiculous, he ends up imparting his vast knowledge of solar-powered urulis to a group of tribal kids. Because, of course, that's what every lost cyclist dreams of doing on a Saturday! Or when he transformed a cadaver dissection class into a full-blown mystery investigation because he just couldn't wrap his head around why Kumble and Humble, separated by a mere word, sounded like they were from two different planets when pronounced!

So, dear reader, buckle up. Shaggy’s adventures are like a chaat platter—spicy, tangy, and impossible to stop nibbling. Whether he’s battling language barriers, befriending stray cows, or inventing “yoga poses” to cheat in vivas, one thing’s clear: KKMC won’t know what hit it.

P.S. If you see a guy arguing with a vending machine in Malayalam, just drop a coin. He’s probably negotiating for peace (and a KitKat).

Life, for Shaggy, was simple: eat. Survive. laugh and swalpa paccha-medicine, but sometimes life is total bitch… and just wants a laugh at your expense, times at which even tried and tested banana-chip diplomacy might not save the day…