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Stories of my life - part 3
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I AM SORRY I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO CONTINUE ON THE SAME TOPIC INSTEAD OF MAKING A NEW ONE EACH TIME>
CAN ANY OF YOU GIVE ME STEP BY STEP INSTRUUCTIONS
For my it is part 3:
Looks like I have some time yet. My next patient has not turned up yet for the procedure and I have little more time.
The day here is bright and sunny unlike the last few days. I am in a relatively good mood today. I am looking for a better and more paying job and the Chief of that new job left a message for me. I hope it is good - I wont return that as soon as I would want. That would look like too much interest.
So I walk down towards the SMC hospital. It was about 9 AM and a hoard of patients was coming in to the hospital. All of them as usual appeared poor, sick and hurried. Just in front of me a group of girls were chattering like sparrows and walking towards the same door I was. Earlier I had seen them getting down from an official looking black ambassador with a one of the girls' seriuos looking father (there was a term later I learnt for such a person - an alsatian - i.e. a guard) Anyways, these girls were my future batchmates.
All of us had done the paper work for admission earlier in the week and this was supposed to be the first class of the MBBS course. Again it was a trifle disturbing that the class was on chemistry; I though I was done with chemistry - why could not it be something a little more glorious like Surgery or even pathology. Anyway, my eyes fell on a familiar face from GC college - he was my batch mate at GC but I never really talked with him . He was from one of the smaller towns around Silchar was a village type - and I never really cared from him while in the GC college. But here he was the only familiar face and I instantly decided to make a friend out of him. He is still after so many years. There were few seniors waiting around the door who were looking for a murga for ragging. They were mainly looking for girls and we made loud conversation in silchari syletti to make them know that we were local and beyond ragging. They seemed to get the message and stayed away from us. Our chemistry madam was late, and here were about a 20 odd new comers hovering around. The seniors disappeared for their own classes and we were left doing nothing.
While in the GC college, I was very academic type and really never felt the courage to interact with any girls in any significant conversation beyond very rudimentary form of note exchange. I did have few crushes on a few but they were all already taken or felt very remote. But during the transition from the GC college to SMC , particularly during my travels with my cousin at Calcutta I was gathering momentum in that arena and I was a little bolder and little more confident. So ignoring my own newness , and my inhibitions, I attempted to strike up a conversation with the girl who was standing close by. Her name was AD and as usual she was Shillong, and instantly I could realize that her English accent was much better than mine and she was quite pretty. She was older than me and my friend (later we knew that unlike us had come after B. Sc). She had a very nice didi-like disposition and it was easy to talk to her. She was staying in the Girl's hostel for about a week and already was done with the ragging and she was a good source of relevant information. Like how to apply for library book loans and how to cheese up with some seniors to procure a bone set (humerus and femurs were apparently in aplenty but skulls and pelvis were rare to come by - however pelvis is really needed in third year to learn how to deliver a baby). She was nice to offer her help to negotiate with female seniors who were looking to sell their sets. I was getting slowly disinterested in the conversation,. I knew my father sent me only about 450 bucks for this month - it was still the first week and I have already spent some of it - so I knew those books and bones will have to wait for several . My friend was deeply interested however, his father was a local rrich person and he was already knew -all type about his academic requirement. I made a mental note that he had offered to make me his roommate - and quickly I was only too eager to take trhe offer. I could always use his stuff!
I sized him up to be of a very average intellect and I realized that he would be a worthy customer for my academic talents - life was always barter . You take mine and I take yours - alot of it!
Then I saw her. As I write about her , I realize that few of you may recognize me. Above all the world is small. So for all legal, moral grounds consider this as all fiction and I am not responsible for the fiction that may appear very life like to some of you. I wish she could see this - but I know she probably does not have free access to the internet and more why would she care to come and visit the silchar website.
Decades later and in worlds apart, it is more of a surprise to me why I would still think about her. Many events/affiairs/ girls have come and gone by in my life - but no one left such an indelible impression on my psyche. Some neural networks in my amygdala are connected for ever - I wonder what kind of chemicals are they.
She was gorgeous - in a word. Not beautiful in conventional terms but dignified and composed.
Opps getting paged - got to go. I really need to set my thoughts in order before I talk about her more - I should do justice to her appeal.
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Re: Stories of my life - part 3
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06/16/04 at 20:22:47 » |
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Indeed well versed. Enjoyed reading.
Dude, here is the deal. Just click reply to this thread and keep in writing rather thdn creating new one. You will be able to see a reply button in the bottom of the page. |
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