Few years back It was our first day in college.What might be our mood that time?First day of college life definitely turns everyone into an enthusiast newbie.I don't remember the first day of my school life.I wonder how many might still remember their first day of school, crying and looking for their mum. Even college life was sort of that kind of feelings.The first day of college in a complete foreign soil full of barbaric humans will definitely make you realize that you still need your mum even when you're 19. It's just that we are grown now and crying on the first day of college isn't a way of adolescence- at least not infront of your new batchmates. Your story might become a dark history and you never want to listen it during your final year.Luckily we didn't.I didn't perhaps.
Enthusiasm and pseudo-thrills that we created through our imagination was remarkable.Thanks to Kollywood movies for all the beautiful college life segments.Unfortunately,at that moment I didn't know that subconscious mind can't differentiate between reality and imagination. It was a tough 'stain' that still hard to remove from our dreams; until today . The first lesson I learnt in my first class during my first day in medical school was never sit at the last bench.So, at least during lecture, I must sit infront. That was my 2 minutes mantra when I was walking from the dissection hall to the lecture hall.It wasn't that far, but it took few minutes because of the unorganized walk along the corridor by the students here.So what might happened? I only managed to get a place just three rows front away from the last bench.Things never happen as we wished, that is the universal law of expecting.
Ours wont even look this good.
When I was ready with my pen and note book, the Sir came.
He looked unembellished, in his late 40's with a nerdy glasses, a typical lecturer straight from Satan's cave. He was one indeed. His sinister smile was his trademark .The first question he asked, 'how many foreigners are here? Raise your hand'.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.The sir asked us to move to the middle of the lecture hall;to the stairs.We were clueless for a moment.The lecture hall was in a mourning silence .Moment next, he uttered few words and linked it to his college life.He narrated us that he studied in UK and the people there treated him bad because he was a foreigner.We were standing in the middle, holding our pen and books, listening to him with full attention. It was interesting.
In the climax, he asked us,'Why should I treat foreigners well when I was treated such a way..?' So we got the point there. His story, the lecture, even that day itself isn't interesting anymore.It wasn't our fault in the first place.I was just 3 when some Britain junkies bullied him.It wasn't his fault too.He was gifted with such an annoying face that ended up with people bullied him.He asked us to sit on the floor and follow the lecture. 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.I don't remember his name then.I only met him once and he was abnormally friendly.. 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..
Old yet painful.
So that is why Im going to recall some of my schooldays moments through pictures taken in 2008 in my next post.8 years passed already and it feels like a long time.Hmm.
Lakdhes
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