Now that I have started, let the whining begin..
I am one of those peculiarly singular individuals, to whom nothing appeals much.. Yeah, I have read Neitzsche and saki to such an extent that no more sense of moral proportions remain... I know that some might say that moral sense and the judgement of right and wrong have certain well defined boundaries, but then its like the erstwhile British Empire; the boundaries are there, but they keep on changing now and then..
Being a student of the medical proffesion (mouthful, aint it?), I get ample oppurtunity to get whine worthy material... and then there is the rare breed of docs, who can actually turn the tables on patients and their family n frenz..
To begin with there are the Profs.
Now, though we might have tucked away a gem or two in the surgery or gynae dept. but medicine dept. abounds in specimens of typically twisted minds, who needless to say, provide good spice in our otherwise insipid lives..
To begin with, there is the venerable teacher in unit 4 (cant say anything further; i havent yet had my med wards, and the poor soul like me so)..Whenever he enters the wards on a round, the Patient Party (PP herefrom), is made to know in no uncertain terms that they are to scoot off.. How, you ask? Well, the man, in his stentorian voice, loudly asks them to do so, or insults them in the most amusing ways possible...I will be revealing more about him as we go on, but the amusing thing here, is that the PGTs (post graduate trainess for the uninitiated) fall head over heels to copy him, which leads to some pahetic and hilarious chicanery..especially when boys of not even a shred of personality try to put on his voice and end up rasping something in the pit of their stomach...
Then there is teach with a wry neck, whose antiques i will intimate in the next blog..
ciaos