A Typical Lecturer Straight from Satan's Cave.

This is a continuation of The first Lesson I Learnt in My Medical School


                                                               Chapter 6


 The Sir looked unembellished, in his late 40's with a nerdy glasses, a typical lecturer straight from Satan's cave. That's how he looked at the 200  students standing in front of him. 
'His sinister smile is his trademark I guess',Jeeva whispered .
'Muddddhheedaaa",I whispered back.(it means shut up,but if u add some tune to the word while whispering ,it might means stfu too).

 'How many foreigners are here? Raise your hand!',that was the first sound we heard from his mouth.If you were him, you could see about 20 raised hands while all the local student's head turned towards us, scanning and counting in their heads.I noticed some of students from our group of 20 seems proud of themselves.The proud smiles were there on their faces as if they going to receive a medal .Meanwhile the remaining us looked nervous -and I'm one of them.

'All move to the middle,tara teri',he said using the microphone..

The sir asked us to move to the middle of the lecture hall;to the stairs and we were clueless.Damn.It was way worse than what I imagined Jeeva might caused.That's how I felt. The lecture hall was in a mourning silence..

"I studied in UK,' he uttered few words and linked it to his college life.

"They used to bully me lot.So I don't respect them too',he continued while we were standing in the middle,on the stairs, holding our pen and books, listening to him with full attention.

'So sit on the floor.That's what you get from me",he concluded.

I was just 3 when some Britain junkies bullied him.'It wasn't his fault.He was gifted with such an annoying face that ended up with people bullied him',Shaun whispered.Shaun is a modern Punjabi boy from Malaysia too.He is my new classmate too along with Mugil,Raj,Roshan and few others that I still can keep remember.He never wears a turban,that is why I meant him 'modern'.


Since we don't have any options ,we sat on the floor.
'what the fuck la this?Is this why paid so much to be here,sitting on the floor",Jeeva asked me slowly.
'If he see us talking,don't know what else he might do la..So shut up and just write something',I said.

 Some of the Malaysian girl showed 'seriously??' kind of face, while the boys just goes with the tide like an emotionless statues except this boy from Ipoh,Ajay.I only met him once in this few days and he was abnormally friendly then.. He was seriously down and his facial muscles couldn't hide it.

Who wouldn't actually? You wore your new fresh whitish lab coat and the reality was you have to sit on the floor..The floor that hundreds of muddy and dusty slippers just walked onto- a pair of it was mine, just replace the slipper with shoe. With his nicely ironed blue shirt and polished black shoe, it definitely wasn't a pleasant morning for him,and us..and definitely not a good start for any student..
10 minutes before 12pm,he ended the class and walked his way out...

to be continue..