And time flies by and I'm in my first day of college. There are 30 of us destined to be docs by the end of four hopefully very eventful years. They say if you dont have fun in college, you probably never will.
And then she walked in with all importance peering down at us wannabes. She sat down and looked past those glasses perched at the tip of her nose the chain gleeming in the afternoon sun (you could taste the garlic on her breath, wonder what she had for lunch?) and she proceeded to advise us on how we would conduct ourselves as we turned ourselves into respectable members of society.
Don't make any friends. Of course we thought we heard wrong, I guess she perceived this and so she repeated those words again. Now I've lived a colorful life and have been given all kindsa crap advice but telling a bunch of barely adult 18 year olds that the stranger (it is the first day!) sitting next to them would only sabotage their chances of success and that you should because of this not cultivate any relationships within your academic ranks, is by far the dumbest words I've heard come out of someones mouth! (and i been around a lot of drunk ppl) She then proceeded to list out the rules that she believed would be the secret to our success. She suggested that we walk into class in the nick of time so as that we would not waste time fraternizing with the enemy. And if we missed an assignment, that we should'nt ask around for help because that would be selling your secrets to the enemy which then the enemy will use to waylay your plans and lead you to wrong information(sic) which will result in you FAILING THE COURSE.
Then she added these gems. Don't bother riding to college, take the bus so that you can use the commute to study. Leave the college premises immediately after the last class. If she saw us hanging around sharing our academic military secrets with the enemy camp (basically hanging out) she would report us to the the principal and then inform our parents of our transgressions and then make sure that we are gosh! EXPELLED.
Now as my title implies she was a qualified experienced gynecologist. Men are trusting her to take care of their pregnant wives in the delivery room. Mothers are expecting this woman to support them through what is arguably one of the most frightening experience of their lives! Babies are born into this ladys arms. And she believes the secret to success is NOT MAKING FRIENDS! gimme a break.......these are the people running the world.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Different Life Same Old Perspective.....
As a child every time an adult said something that sounded utterly stupid, in all the wisdom of a child mature beyond my years i put it aside, away in a teeny weeny corner of my mind, somewhere I knew I could come back to when I was older, mature, in the hope that when i was older and more mature it would make sense. And it never did.
The lady stood holding what to me looked like the walking stick the headmaster dragged around his body around school with every morning . It was pale, wooden and extremely rigid. What had been horrifying had been than the boy in question had actually been sent outside to select the cane with which his punishment would then be meted out to him.(there is a south indian vernacular proverb, as it were, that reflects this) And as she stood there her arm raised up right over her head to gain momentum, she remarked to this boy, pants undone, standing buck naked(literally!), in a martyrly self suffering tone that she was doing this because she loved him, us even, that it hurt her as much as it was hurting him, even more, then WHACK!
I think every one of us closed our eyes, though we had been given strict instruction to watch with our eyes open. To regale at the punishing of the sinner (and they wonder why we turned out to be a generation of voyeurs) I was sick, and more now than it ever was then. I'm older, almost as old as she would have been, I have nephews and nieces that age and my friends have children in the third grade (thats how old we were) and the thought of treating a child like that still sickens me. It gets worse, we were in boarding school, so that lady there was our mother for all practical purposes. Here was a fully grown Adult asking an 8 year old to go pick up the thickest log of cane he could find, one that will cause him the extreme pain that he deserves because he failed a spelling test, and then turning to twenty other 8 year olds and demand that they watch this inhuman act so that they may shame him into learning how to spell better while learning a lesson of their own!
Must be me, but by some act of fate you are reading this.....I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL.
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