My alarm clock has broken down, and I am doing without it. So nowdays, there is quite a risk of me missing the morning lecture classes, especially since I sleep late.
But interestingly, my sense of hearing, in state of slumber has become very sensitive to the events next door at day break. My neighbour, a batchmate, opens her door n slams it shut just 15-20 minutes before the class and catwalks down the lobby to have her breakfast (wearing her stylish high heels). So that sequence of ‘creaking open-slamming shut- sharp click of heels” wakes me up. I have exactly 20 minutes to show up at the seminar halls. And I usually make it, though I don’t take a shower, and gobble down my breakfast while walking down the road. (I shower once in 2-3 days that too in afternoon/evening).
And just in case I miss titbit of information about the recently announced class, I have my SIX dear hostel mates/ batchmates. Who let loose their vocal siren 5 minutes before every class....
“WE HAVE CLAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSS FROOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM EIIIIGGGGGGGGHT”
“COOOOOOOOMMMMMEEEEEE ONNNNNNNNN GIRLLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.........”
They actually mean to inform each other. And I am grateful for their unintended social service. Without them abusing their own larynx, I would have missed a lot..
Oh let me introduce you the the Great Six. Better known as G6 or simply G. Initially they were the group of 13 girls. But like every other group, its members broke away one by one. I will come to G later...
Today, I was unaware of a class and devoid of alarm clock, when the G and the-girl-next-door did their job.. (at 8 in morning)
I was pretty delirious of sleep deprivation while Walking down to the OPD where the Radiology(for gynaecologist) class was to be taken by Dr.(Mrs.)Blue. Dr Blue is a short, petite Gynaec, noticeable cuz of her long long hairs which reach her kness. It was nearly 9:30 and Dr. Blue failed to show up. We waited in the OPD where whole 90 students had assembled. We settled in for gossip on our respective chairs(dragged from clinics/halls/examination chambers). Some settled on the patient’s waiting benches. 9:30 is the time when patients started to pour into the OPD. We had overcrowded the area. Just then Dr.(Mrs)Grumpy appeared out of blue and ordered us to clear the OPD at once and march straight to the seminar hall. [Dr Grumpy being a senior gynaec. who is dreaded for her freaky mood changes]
The way to the labour room and seminar hall looked spanking clean. However with your eyes closed, there wasn’t a reason to deny that you were walking on a floor covered with amniotic fluid and blood. The stench!! Ugh.. I tell you it was pretty bad, cuz as medics we are fairly desensitized to most kinds of odours.
We waited another 1 hour in seminar hall. When the two lady policemen (guarding the entry to labour room) turned up to inform us that the class had been suspended. Oh Wow!! Big deal.
[Seemed like Dr Blue and Dr Grumpy had indulged in a verbal battle. Dr Grumpy had subjected unsuspecting Dr Blue to a nasty scolding which had put Dr. Blue off}
Wasting 2 and a half good hours in your sleep deprived state isn’t very good. The class was postponed to 11:30. I came back to hostel and took a long relieving shower.. The 11:30 class was finally assembled at 12:00. But it turned out it was not our group who was meant to attend it. The class of our interest was timed at 1:00 PM. Dr. Blue turned up at 1:15. And what followed was 1 hour 30 minutes long lecture.
We were shown USGs. The smarter ones always get it and when we the imbecile few had doubts to clear, Miss Intelligent burst out laughing. We felt terribly bugged.
You have every right to enjoy your false, extremely high opinion about yourself. I know WE are blasted MORONS in YOUR view. ARGGHHH
Miss Intelligent is one of my close friend, good at studies but notorious. She survives on other’s brain power and drains your mental energy for her good. I say not on the basis of one single event I tell you. I conclude this by my observance of a good 3 years.
Back to room, I was exausted. Of 5 hours of waiting in that sleep deprived state. Of running helter skelter. Of the mental pain of seeing my precious time go waste. Of being rebuked by my close friend to whom, I gave so, so much of my precious time and emotional energy to support her at her bad times.. as if I didn’t have my own troubles to take care of. As though I had oodles of time to throw away. Was I a fool who served as her emotional dustbin?? Never Mind.
I slumped in to bed after eating heavily.. Three hours and I better start off with books.
