1983..
Our first encounter with the "harsh reality of life" - The D-Hall
Here we are taught the human anatomy.
No I am not going in deep and describe its obvious and not so obvious details. You need to be there to be able to understand how it feels. No words can describe the apprehension, insecurity, some internal fear of failure mixed with what we see before our eyes, the peculiar smell of death and formalin mixed together...
So all the students are made to stand in a queue. So throughout our first and second year, we will enter the D Hall and leave it in a queue only. It is compulsory to wear white overall. Every where you see white coats and innocent looking faces. Some look quite confident. But inside every one feels miserable. The teachers are like jail wardens... Very strict. They have to be.
No indiscipline, no making bad faces, no smiling, no giggling and most important - NO TALKING !
We should be respecting the bodies.... all these parts lying on the cold marble tables.... they were living bodies just like us. So they are doing a service to us by giving us opportunity to learn in order to heal.
We were allotted tables and parts...
And try to dissect and cram cram cram up the muscles, bones, nerves, arteries, veins, tendons, ligaments, internal organs.....
This all is an alien world to me (others also feel the same)
I remember when we had our final exams, we were sitting in hostel, four of us and during one of our post dinner relaxing time (10 minutes) each of us took an oath - We will never enter anatomy department after the exams and none of us will do post graduation in anatomy. :)
So we tore slips from our registers and wrote down the "oaths" and announced that whosoever breaks this oath, will be a traiter :) and we had a hearty laugh as we felt so light afterwards !
I still have those slips with me after all these years. A memory of the days of innocence..... And eyes full of dreams for bright future.
Our first encounter with the "harsh reality of life" - The D-Hall
Here we are taught the human anatomy.
No I am not going in deep and describe its obvious and not so obvious details. You need to be there to be able to understand how it feels. No words can describe the apprehension, insecurity, some internal fear of failure mixed with what we see before our eyes, the peculiar smell of death and formalin mixed together...
So all the students are made to stand in a queue. So throughout our first and second year, we will enter the D Hall and leave it in a queue only. It is compulsory to wear white overall. Every where you see white coats and innocent looking faces. Some look quite confident. But inside every one feels miserable. The teachers are like jail wardens... Very strict. They have to be.
No indiscipline, no making bad faces, no smiling, no giggling and most important - NO TALKING !
We should be respecting the bodies.... all these parts lying on the cold marble tables.... they were living bodies just like us. So they are doing a service to us by giving us opportunity to learn in order to heal.
We were allotted tables and parts...
And try to dissect and cram cram cram up the muscles, bones, nerves, arteries, veins, tendons, ligaments, internal organs.....
This all is an alien world to me (others also feel the same)
I remember when we had our final exams, we were sitting in hostel, four of us and during one of our post dinner relaxing time (10 minutes) each of us took an oath - We will never enter anatomy department after the exams and none of us will do post graduation in anatomy. :)
So we tore slips from our registers and wrote down the "oaths" and announced that whosoever breaks this oath, will be a traiter :) and we had a hearty laugh as we felt so light afterwards !
I still have those slips with me after all these years. A memory of the days of innocence..... And eyes full of dreams for bright future.
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