Grow Up? Say Whaaaat?
“You”. Manish appeared startled when Dr. Mohan pointed at him during morning rounds at the hospital. “Yes, you”. In general, he had a tendency to fumble, and now, with Dr. Mohan’s vision (rumored to have the capacity to pierce through giant icebergs) focused directly on him, I completely sympathized with him for looking lost, confused, and terrified, all at the same time. I also didn’t find fault with him for dropping his pen, for nearly falling on the floor when he stooped down to pick it up and for slamming his head on the patients bed when he straightened himself. Dr. Mohan was a force to reckon with, if being chief of medicine in a busy hospital of the city wasn’t enough, his towering 6’4’’ height and powerful voice was more than the necessary dosage required to surprise, nay, frighten a freshly graduated doctor from medical school. Imagine the same scenario above, but with a lot more people, A LOT MORE! :-) “What is Courvoisier’s law”? “Sir, Um,