Last week, during the bedside teaching one of my classmate, T, wasn't able to see what the professor was inspecting on the patient. There was a significant finding and the professor was going on and on about it. I know how it feels when everyone is craning their necks to see what they can see but you can't see even the patient's clothes or feet or even the bed in which the patient is lying. When you can hear clearly, but what you hear makes no sense to you. That particular day, from the place where I was, I could clearly see the patient's significant finding. Having been in T's shoes, I knew how it felt. So I thought of giving him some space so that he too could take a look. But, my my! Bhalai ka to koi zamana hi nae raha (You should not speak of kindness) !! He stood in my spot there for the entire class. It was like Sheldon got his spot back by depriving other Sheldon of the same spot!
May be, I should learn something from the crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some are bright, some have weird names. But, we have to learn to live in the same box!
May be, I should learn something from the crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some are bright, some have weird names. But, we have to learn to live in the same box!
