DisgustThe nice thing about Second MBBS, thought Zahi, was that the days drifted by, merging into each other like a runny watercolour. There was no sense of urgency, and it was okay to just be and not have to do anything. One could attend lectures if one wanted to, and bunk them if one didn’t, knowing that there was plenty of time to make up for the lost attendance later. There would be another desperate flurry of activity at the end of the year, but right now things were peaceful.
Life was idyllic and ‘time-pass’ was the order of the day. If you asked students what they were doing in the canteen, the answer was likely to be ‘time-pass’. Ragging the juniors was ‘time-pass’, and so was watching a match or a movie. Sitting on the steps of the Boys’ Common Room or the Pharmac building, half-
