The predominant colors in KMC were white or pink.White because of the sea of aprons and pink salwars were the uniform for nursing students.Aprons were an object of pride for each and every student.It is what one wore most of the times over there.The only time the campus burst into colors was during weekends and holiday.I loved my apron too.Every morning as I got ready to leave for my department,I would spend a good 5 minutes and make a ritual of wearing my apron.It was like donning on another role,a different attribute.It made me feel very professional and important.Very responsible and serious.
But all that started only from the second year.First year had only theory classes and most professors never insisted we wear aprons in class.Which they should have because it would have been easier for me to hide my novels and comics,that I read during the class.We really had some classic cuckoos for professors.Every student would probably say that about their faculty but KMC has a reputation for it.First year classes were never boring simply because of these eccentric educators.
The anatomy department,I think,by far,had the greatest share of these fruitcakes,followed closely by physiology and biochemistry.Our histology professor always walked in late and walked in teaching.He would be 5 paces from the door when one could hear him say..."so students the connective tissue capsule of the liver divides it into lobules and each lobule is hexagonal and forms the structural unit of the liver".Could you blame us for missing out on this vital introductory information about the liver??For heaven sake he was on the other side of the door and his flutey voice which desperately tried to get its share of attention was drowned by all the raucous we were creating inside. Then he would step in ominously and silence would spread like a layer of snow.He always had this habit that when he walked into class,he would throw 2 students out.It didn't matter if they didn't deserve it.When he came in,2 lucky souls went out.Some wierd archimedes adaptation I guess.
Then there was another professor who taught the walls.More like the ceiling at the back of the class.He would point to it,wag his finger purposefully and never look anywhere else.No wonder they say KMC is enriched what with our professors inlaying the walls with their lessons.And when he had to pull up a student for misbehaving,he would again look at the ceiling,point to it and say "you there,get up and get out".Quite a dilemma it was for us to figure out who he was talking about.One day this classmate of mine actually got up and said "sir he left the class" even though the student hadn't.He figured since the professor wasn't looking,he wouldn't know eitherways.
Oh!I almost forgot this other anatomy professor who was terribly temperamental and full of issues.The class would go on normally when suddenly he would get into a fit." I hate the NRI students and Iranians" he would say.Shocking!!What he never realised was that we had a 40year old, double PhD, Iranian student in our class.This guy couldn't tolerate it anymore and one day he stood up,mustered all his Iranian anger together and spewed it on the professor and marched out.We never saw him again.
Like I said the Physiology and Biochemistry Prof.s where just a hair breadth behind.Their traits and stories would get covered in some other blog entry.On the whole 1st year was tremendously entertaining.When we got back from our vacation into 2nd year we were still sporting and fivolous, not too bothered about anything, until we donned on our aprons.That was when we realised that our subjects were vast and deep.It was interesting,fun yet serious.Might sound dramatic but those aprons elevated us.
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