A memorable incident in my life story writing
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Humour has immense significance in our life and it makes our life motivating and pleasurable. It is actually the susceptibility of certain memorable incidents that provides laughter and aggravates amusement. If we are getting pleasure and delight by acquiring something then we must admit the truth that this particular thing really exists. So, here I would like to share a very humorous incident of my life which I cannot forget in any case.
An incident took place when I was in class 8th. I and my friends were waiting for the teacher to come to the class. It was after recess and the entire class was doing something or the other like some were chit-chatting, some were playing Antakshari and some were busy in other activities. The entire class was noisy at that point of time. But, all of a sudden pin drop silence prevailed and I saw the Principal standing in front of me. I was a bit nervous at that moment. He then asked one of the students 'what lies underneath?' The boy did not respond to the Principal's question. Then he asked the same question to another student and got the same reaction from him as well. Finally, when he asked this question to a girl, she in fact started searching under the bench to find something. However, she did not get anything there and she answered 'nothing is there Sir'. Listening to her answer, the entire class started laughing. The Principal was so angry and embarrassed at the same time that he hit her twice on her hand with a wooden scale.
This incident illustrates that we all have different perspectives of life and for all of us the meaning of humour not the same. It all depends upon the individual's point of view.
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There are those incidents that happen in life and are so memorable that they keep on lingering in one’s mind. At the same time, such events usually leave a permanent mark in the lives of individuals and offer lessons that cannot be erased by any other experience in life no matter what you do.
My memory event took place several years ago when, due to my curiosity, I decided to accompany my grandfather to the hospital. Due to his old age, my grandfather had started experiencing major problems with his left eye. He had visited the hospital on many occasions to seek treatment, but his condition was not getting any better. Finally, his doctor told him the only remedy left was to go for eye surgery as a way of trying to correct the abnormality with the eyes. Since it was a weekend and I had neither classes nor any other obligations on that day, I thought it would be a good idea to accompany my grandfather to the hospital rather than to stay home and be bored. The tight relationship that had developed between my grandfather and me also made it very easy for me to accompany him, despite the fear I had of surgeries and hospitals in general.
My uncle drove us to the hospital. In thirty minutes after arriving at the hospital and ensuring that my grandfather had checked in, my uncle left for a commitment he had to take care of. Luckily, there were several helpful nurses available to offer any assistance that my grandfather required, and the doctors were very friendly. Even though things were taking their natural course, the situation was tearing me apart. I guess the nurses sensed the high level of nervousness that both my grandfather and I had at that moment and talked to us so nicely that we ended up relaxing and perceiving the surgery as something normal and nothing to worry much about.
It was not long before both my grandfather and me felt relaxed and ready for the surgery, as we forgot the high degree of nervousness we had felt just a few moments earlier. I have always had this fear of doctors and injections, so even as I began to relax, thoughts of the impending surgery were drilling my mind. I knew the surgery would be more serious than the injections that I feared so much as well. In an hour or so, I was just sitting on the couch and waiting while the nurses were preparing my grandfather for the surgery. All of a sudden, a cup of coffee appeared before my eyes. It was an old lady with shiny grey hair and a kind smile that I saw in one of the hospital rooms. At first sight, I was impressed by the fact that she looked very much like my grandmother. The lady told me that her husband was on an operating table and that nurses told her that he probably wouldn’t be able to use his hand anymore. So, not knowing what to do, she saw me and decided to cheer me up with hot cappuccino. Of course, her coffee didn’t change a thing in my current situation, but having someone so selflessly supporting you is always something that warms your heart. It turned out that she was a retired doctor. There’s something that she said, and that still lingers in my head even today, “You can’t save every patient, but the way you respond to this person can ease the illness.”
Interestingly, the whole surgery lasted only an hour, and my grandfather was wheeled out of the operating room with a bandage on the operated eye. However, he was conscious and in very high spirits. I cannot forget the look on my grandfather’s face and the feeling of relief he expressed, knowing that the problem with his eye was finally over.
At that very moment, my fear of doctors vanished, and I began appreciating the important role that doctors play in everyday life. That is the moment I decided that I wanted to be a doctor, and currently, I am pursuing a course in medicine.