D-Hall
One place where everyone feels scared of the lifeless bodies and parts lying on the tables. But this fear is of the failure.
One feels like a dimwit...
Professor is asking a question... Something to do about the route, supplies, or any other landmark, function etc. But no answer comes forth... Totally blank mind! Even if you know a fragment of the answer, the words don't take a proper form... One makes a best fool of oneself staring at the floor, getting scolded for being non serious, much to the amusement of others. So this amusement is turnwise... The smiles freezing the moment the professor glares at you! So in the end the verdict : 'This is the dumbest batch I have seen in my whole teaching career! '
In hostel, our seniors tell us that the same was said of their batch also. So it is a tradition, a method of "grooming the future doctors :)
I have seen strange things happen in D-Hall..
Since the practical hours were quite long, it was difficult to maintain a serious facade for long in a room full of overpowering smell of formalin and the bodies.
So some" daring nitwits ":) tried to lighten up the atmosphere at the table.
Every one is sitting with open books in front and dissecting instruments in hands on but hardly using them.
One stares outside the window at the greenery, some building.... Anything to distract... Steal glances at the boys and vice versa :)
I also remember once I wrote a poem sitting in the D Hall !
One of my colleague went ahead of me. She actually ate groundnuts sitting around the table with body on it ! And strange thing was that suddenly the professor was behind her and she had to hide the groundnut shells underneath the dissected skin of the "part" !
That was weird of course. But to save her skin, she took "help" from the skin from "other world".. .
Another unforgettable sight is of a second year boy sitting alone at a table, book opened in his hand and giving a constant smile in air, to nobody in particular :) :)
I don't know what made him smile like that. Definitely not the text in the dissection manual :)
One place where everyone feels scared of the lifeless bodies and parts lying on the tables. But this fear is of the failure.
One feels like a dimwit...
Professor is asking a question... Something to do about the route, supplies, or any other landmark, function etc. But no answer comes forth... Totally blank mind! Even if you know a fragment of the answer, the words don't take a proper form... One makes a best fool of oneself staring at the floor, getting scolded for being non serious, much to the amusement of others. So this amusement is turnwise... The smiles freezing the moment the professor glares at you! So in the end the verdict : 'This is the dumbest batch I have seen in my whole teaching career! '
In hostel, our seniors tell us that the same was said of their batch also. So it is a tradition, a method of "grooming the future doctors :)
I have seen strange things happen in D-Hall..
Since the practical hours were quite long, it was difficult to maintain a serious facade for long in a room full of overpowering smell of formalin and the bodies.
So some" daring nitwits ":) tried to lighten up the atmosphere at the table.
Every one is sitting with open books in front and dissecting instruments in hands on but hardly using them.
One stares outside the window at the greenery, some building.... Anything to distract... Steal glances at the boys and vice versa :)
I also remember once I wrote a poem sitting in the D Hall !
One of my colleague went ahead of me. She actually ate groundnuts sitting around the table with body on it ! And strange thing was that suddenly the professor was behind her and she had to hide the groundnut shells underneath the dissected skin of the "part" !
That was weird of course. But to save her skin, she took "help" from the skin from "other world".. .
Another unforgettable sight is of a second year boy sitting alone at a table, book opened in his hand and giving a constant smile in air, to nobody in particular :) :)
I don't know what made him smile like that. Definitely not the text in the dissection manual :)
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