OutrageThe notice outside the Doctors’ canteen read:
“MARD meeting at 6pm. ALL MUST ATTEND.” Someone had added at the bottom—“Interns are welcome too. It’s your future we’re fighting for!”
Mysteriously, no venue was mentioned, which presumably meant that everyone knew the place. Vivek, Rahul and Zahi peeped into the meeting room, which was a large hall opposite the entrance to the Operation Theatres on the fifth floor.
“Doesn’t anyone ever clean it?” asked Zahi, wrinkling her nose at the musty smell in the room. Dust lay thickly on the table and floor.
“There’s no point in cleaning it, for a room that’s used maybe once in six months,” said Rahul.
“Should we attend?” asked Zahi doubtfully.
“Of course we should! You read what it says on the notice,” replied Vivek. “And in any case, how
