"Fear leads to anger,
Anger to hatred,
Hatred to the DARK SIDE"
Remember Yoda? The deceptive appearing teacher of the Jedi (Star Wars)? First day at clinics-that was where we met him: we actually though he was a ward boy with a faded apron and a stetho slung over the left shoulder. Only a couple of years later, when he became of group teacher (in Surgery) did we realize the depth of his knowledge. Besides Surgery, he had a phenomenal knowledge of Microbiology and Pathology. In the OT, he was fast and clean and he spent most of his salary on the less financially fortunate of his patients. All these years he has been consistently the first doctor to arrive at the wards- walking all the way to reach at 8am!
Another filmi element: the shehar ki larki (literarily, "the City Girl")
Accent and English impeccable! When we first saw our American films, we all had a bit of problem with the accent. Imagine a 70+ sickly old gentleman from a village where the mobile is still a source of wonder (even though no network is available), being asked "Apunar ki Pro'm hoise?" (" watsya pro'm {problem} ?"). The look of wonder on his face that day, as if wondering what extra-terrestrial life could assume such humanoid form, would have won on Oscar. But it was (filmi) real life. And even if my female ward-mate had subtitles, I doubt our gentlemanly patient would have been able to read.
Another thing I forgot: the hero usually faints while about to dissect a dead body, right? Wrong (or I wasn't the right hero). The stench of rotting bodies in the dissection hall proved inferior to the boredom of standing in wards and listening to lectures. Prolonged standing at attention in the wards proved to be my downfall: the reason for my fall down!! I recovered after a drink from a not-so-pretty (ie not the filmi type) Sister. Since then, whenever in wards, my teachers always suspect I am a victim of St Vitus' dance (Official pompoverbous name is Sydenham's Chorea).
