I CAUGHT THAT FISH AND NICKED THOSE CAKES AND PASTERIES!
By Aamir Ali
Wow. Pervaiz Iqbal told me about your blog about the Mangla Trip a few hrs ago. I enjoyed this a lot. By the way, I caught that fish and not Dr Mansoor! He drove one of the buses (left hand driven blue Iranian bus).
Naveed Yazdani, Saroosh and myself thoroughly enjoyed the cakes and pasteries which we found on the bus. Yes!... we actually nicked those and went into the other bus.
Well girls I am sorry about that…

My Early days at KE
By Asaad Alamgir
My Early days at KE were really very tense. I did not get admission on open merit at KE but migrated from Quad-i-Azam medical college, Bahawalpur . I had no friends to start with except Bilal Bin Khalid who was the only other Aitchisonian to get admission at KE (he was there on open merit).
When we went for the first lecture in anatomy I really thought that it was a mistake coming to KE as I could not understand a word of what was being said and rest of the class was busy taking notes as if it was their mother language. Felt as if all were speaking and understanding this language and I was the odd foreigner amongst them. Maybe this was because I felt as if I did not belong in this elite group and this type of things could only be grasped by people with superior intelligence. I really started having panicky feeling and tried to talk to my cousins who were doctors and they just laughed away at my condition.
I bought new Grays Anatomy and started going through that ocean of foreign literature, words of which really were alien to me but I persisted and on top of it bought Guyton’s Physiology also, and good thing was that I could understand a little bit of this one at least. It also gave me great feeling that I was now reading big impressive looking books and may someday become a great name in the field of science and medicine.
An announcement was made and the first sub-stage was announced…. Felt as if the death penalty was announced for us. That was the time I started taking refuge behind the cigarette smoke, as thought that this would keep me awake because of the nicotine surge in my neurons. A habit that persisted with me for 30 years and I only gave it up 2 years back!
Did not sleep the night before the sub-stage and had shivers down the spine on facing the examiner, don’t remember the name of DEMONstrator who took the exams. I felt as if I went through a boxing match in which I was the punching bag. I only remember that it was a part of lower limb that was being asked and somehow the exam was over in around 10 minutes or so (though it felt like hours).
After a day or so when result was given I was one of the 30-40 who passed and I could not believe what an achievement I had achieved. It relaxed me and I than started to believe that it was not a alien state and that I may survive here and by the grace of god I did, but had to die before each professional and had rebirth after each exams.
It was great to be at KE and I so cherish my time spent there, the hockey matches we played the small skirmishes we had, the jokes we had together and being exposed to the fairer sex though from a distance. Life passes before your eyes and now my children are going through this phase and I pray that all of you enjoy your children growing up like I am doing and wish the best for all of you and your families as well.