I still remember that day in the autopsy room. Only my teacher, myself and of course the dead body was there. But in my medical undergraduation I enjoyed that day.
Don't get me wrong, the stench was still there and that was one place where movie drama is comparable to reality.The teacher was describing each step to me and just like a scientific story unravelling I was following it, the scientific inquisitiveness in me removing all the negative eeriness in that atmosphere. Fast forward an year, there was social and preventive medicine (supposed to be a boring subject ) posting in internship which was amply sprinkled with powerpoint presentations, voluntary computer teaching in NGOs, group discussions and dips in Neyyar dam river and even publishing a small newsletter.The contrast from forensics was stark but both these postings gave me insights into what part of each specialty or…
