Memories are such a personal
experience. They’re a spaghetti bowl of
moments: hilarious, awkward, melancholic, euphoric ones all intertwined and
jumbled in the cerebral abyss you call your mind. And they have a way of coming
back to you at the oddest of times: while you’re brushing your teeth, riding in
the bus, studying... The thing that I love is how funny-moments always seem so
fresh and equally hilarious when you remember them, even years on.
I’ve had a lot of c.r.a.z.y. exam
memories and every time they come back to me, I can’t help but blush and burst
out laughing:
First Year: In my Physiology oral
exam I asked Professor Akram to repeat his question. He asked me to get out of
the room! Umm, I didn’t and the oral exam continued.
Second Year: The anatomy external
asks me to pick up the organ in front of me and narrate its parts. I did just
that, picked it up and launched into a passionate recital of the female uterus
and its ligaments, pointing out all the structures. Uh, five minutes on, the
examiner told me to stop. The thing turned out to be
a urinary bladder. Ouch. In my defence, it must have been a very feminine bladder.
Third Year: I accidently kicked
the pathology external. Both of us launched into apologies:
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| The Patho External and I. I accidently kick him. |
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| Utter mayhem |
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| Apologies, Apologies everywhere... |
Third Year Again: The Pharma HOD
looked at my four flunked tests and asked me if I was on anti depressants. He
seemed genuinely concerned and dead serious. Of course I said no though he
didn’t seem to believe me =p
Fourth Year: There was this
insane hype to NEVER forget to palpate the lymph nodes when Professor Paal
asked you to examine the tonsils. Sooo when he asked me to, I stood up and
screamed “Sir mai na lymph nodes palpate karnai hain!!!!!” He told me to calm down and sit. I didn’t and
screamed “LYMPH NODES SIRRRR!!!!” again.
At the exam’s end he asked me what country I’d come from.
Fourth Year Again: Professor
Munir of Pathology got all grumpy at my internal assessment percentage. He held
his head in his hands then asked me to list all the social networking sites I
knew. In retrospect, I think he thought facebooking was behind my ‘low’ 52%
score. It wasn’t, not cheating on tests was J
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Final Year:
Embarrassing history’s yet to be made!
