The college that I went to did not ask for any form of medical test or report. They only required a doctor's certificate if one was seeking a room in the hostel, though.
My friends in the college hostel obtained this certificate from any of several small-time medical practitioners in the nearby market. It was all about their fee. The doctors (yes they were qualified guys, not quacks!) had the necessary forms (which otherwise had to be obtained from the college office!).
They asked: which college hostel?
The rest was easy: pay doctor's fee, take form, submit to hostel warden, move into hostel - two days at max.
But if you don't mind, I'd like to share a story from that time, apologies if it's long winded...I'm a person who believes in the descriptive as much as the narrative elements of a story.
So here goes:
I had just gone into my second year in college when my girlfriend of that time, who was a year junior, was seeking admission into college.
Since I was already in college, I had the pleasure of escorting her around the University campus. Since I (a) was senior (b) knowledgeable about the Campus and admission process, I became her personal expert.
It also had the consent of her otherwise strict mother (Her father was a cool guy and liked me)
The day her name appeared on the admission list of the University's best known college (not the one I went to), she was elated.
We collected the forms, paid the admission fee (this was an accepted practice and blocked her seat in the college) and sat down on the college steps to fill out the numerous sheets of information required. There were several other excited boys and girls doing the same.
At the end, we reached a yellowish form: the medical form.
My girlfriend's eyes went wide with fright as she ran her eyes on the many requirements of that document.
"It says here that I have to have a complete physical exam." She stammered, then looked lower down the paper
"And there's a list of vaccinations i should have had! I don't want any vaccinations! I haven't had any vaccinations for ages (she paused in thought), except for a horrible tetanus injection three years ago!
I hate needles! I am not going to take any injections! No way! You're a senior, do something!"
She was on her feet and shaking her head so that her curls flew from side to side!
I put my arm around her.
"Easy!" I said benevolently, "Don't worry. I know a doctor who can fix everything. You dont even need to be there!" I said. People around were looking at us and I had to be her gallant knight who would protect her from the sharp cruel barbs of those heartless doctors.
Heart of hearts, I was rather disappointed. I had hoped that all she would need would be some moral support - mine of course - while I got a delightful front row view of her getting injections!
Ah well...
My girlfriend calmed down a bit at my assurance and the workable solution.
As we walked towards the commercial area, she went on to rant about how she hated doctors,hospitals,clinics, blood tests, needles, surgery, examinations, the smell of spirit, etc etc,
We went to a doctor I knew and presented him the form. "No problem!" The man said and I smiled at my girlfriend.
"Just sit on the table, I'll get everything ready. It'll cost you 800 bucks for all the vaccinations and the exam I'll do for free because you're his friend." The doctor said, pointing his thumb at me.
My girlfriend's face turned ashen.
She suddenly turned to me and I could see fire in her eyes!
I immediately clarified to the doctor that we just wanted his signature. He lost his temper and flung the form back at us and told us to get the hell out!
We decided to try again the next day with other doctors in the area but none of them agreed (it was something to do with the college actually doing a check on this activity).
We left the Campus for her home.
We narrated the story to her father - a government employee - who said that he could get it done easily!
We all trooped off to the government clinic nearby!
The doctor at the government clinic was equally adamant and refused to simply sign off the form. My GF's father put his arm around the doctor's shoulders (it was typical action when one wanted to use corruption to bypass a law), took the man aside and went into a whispered discussion with him.
After some nodding and shaking of heads, my GF's father came to where we were sitting.
"Well, I'm afraid that you'll need to take at least one vaccination and a basic exam. I've convinced the doctor to just sign off on the others." My GF's father said.
My GF was on her feet again protesting loudly.
We listened to her for a bit, then we both tried to reason with her, but to no avail.
Finally, my GF's father nodded to me and we grabbed her and held her tight as the doctor gave her the injection in her arm.
My GF screamed loudly as if she was being branded with a red-hot iron.
The injection - an MMR vaccination - was over in a few seconds.
When I let go of her, she promptly slapped me hard. My glasses went flying!
Tears - of anger more than pain - were streaming down her face.
She was lifting her hand for another slammer, when her father stepped in and hugged her tight. He was smiling apologetically at his daughters' childish behaviour!
We left the clinic with the signed form and my GF constantly rubbing her sore arm tenderly, letting off an occasional sob.
She had a fever and pain the next day, so we did not meet or speak.
Two days after her injection, she called me and I went to her home.
She apologised for her behaviour.
Then pulling up her sleeve, she showed me where she had been given the injection. There, just above her two round smallpox vaccination scars, on her cute round deltoid area, I saw the tiny dot where the needle had poked her skin.
There was a slight swelling and she winced when I touched the site.
I made the appropriate soothing sympathetic sounds and kissed her arm.
She then kissed me sweetly over and over again and kept saying that I was the best friend she'd ever had !
This injection scene was centerstage in my dreams for the longest time. Even now, when I think about it, a blast of pleasure bursts through my loins!