We had named him Raghu!
He was a man in his early thirties. He had a robust physique with a long curled moustache and a towering personality. His face was radiant and handsome. Muscles were ripping out of his turgid skin along with iridescent snake like veins. He had a mark on his thick ring finger, probably must have had a brief engagement or so. He was probably an athlete in his younger age.In short, he was a perfect specimen and a latest addition to our anatomy dissection hall ! We were first year mbbs students and usually named our cadavers to ease our guilt of cutting them open and also to give some dignity which they never had in their whole lives.
How this young man landed on our dissection table was a real big mystery to us.
He looked like the type who would at least have some relative or a jilted lover to claim his body.
That was not the case though,after three months in the morgue the corporation decided to submit his cadaver for dissection purpose. Raghu came calmly to us in an embalmed form yet looking alive as if he would just get up from his slumber and walk away home.
The dissection hall was accustomed to handling cadavers of homeless people,drug addicts and beggars who never had the fortune of a funeral rite.
Nobody cried at their deaths.
No distant relative turned up to stake their claim.
These unfortunate souls had nothing to offer them except their bodies! Nothing materialistic to entice any survivors. I don't think that they expected also, as they were considered the scum of the society and a mere statistic in the city.
The big city would never ever miss them.
I started wondering about Raghu's past,his profession and family if he ever had one.
Maybe he was a migrant with his family in a far off native town who must have had no means to contact him except for a monthly money order or a solitary annual call. Maybe he had dreams to become self reliant in the city and relocate his family later.
What would be their plight?
The ever eager nerdy student batch of itchy dissecting hands were coming to the anatomy hall.
They took intense pleasure in dissection and flashed their shiny scalpels and forceps after the class as if they had salvaged a soul of their suffering by some heroic surgery.
My heart began to beat fast as they neared Raghu.
The predators were waiting for the unfortunate prey.
They had their weaponry ready and would strike down soon.
Raghu would soon be sliced open and his anonymous existence laid to rest.
He would be meeting his divine creator soon.
I think he would straight go to heaven, welcomed by angels to comfort his soul.
He had suffered hell, all his life on earth.
Even after his death he had nobly helped some students to study anatomy.
At least now, he deserved an Identity!
He was a man in his early thirties. He had a robust physique with a long curled moustache and a towering personality. His face was radiant and handsome. Muscles were ripping out of his turgid skin along with iridescent snake like veins. He had a mark on his thick ring finger, probably must have had a brief engagement or so. He was probably an athlete in his younger age.In short, he was a perfect specimen and a latest addition to our anatomy dissection hall ! We were first year mbbs students and usually named our cadavers to ease our guilt of cutting them open and also to give some dignity which they never had in their whole lives.
How this young man landed on our dissection table was a real big mystery to us.
He looked like the type who would at least have some relative or a jilted lover to claim his body.
That was not the case though,after three months in the morgue the corporation decided to submit his cadaver for dissection purpose. Raghu came calmly to us in an embalmed form yet looking alive as if he would just get up from his slumber and walk away home.
The dissection hall was accustomed to handling cadavers of homeless people,drug addicts and beggars who never had the fortune of a funeral rite.
Nobody cried at their deaths.
No distant relative turned up to stake their claim.
These unfortunate souls had nothing to offer them except their bodies! Nothing materialistic to entice any survivors. I don't think that they expected also, as they were considered the scum of the society and a mere statistic in the city.
The big city would never ever miss them.
I started wondering about Raghu's past,his profession and family if he ever had one.
Maybe he was a migrant with his family in a far off native town who must have had no means to contact him except for a monthly money order or a solitary annual call. Maybe he had dreams to become self reliant in the city and relocate his family later.
What would be their plight?
The ever eager nerdy student batch of itchy dissecting hands were coming to the anatomy hall.
They took intense pleasure in dissection and flashed their shiny scalpels and forceps after the class as if they had salvaged a soul of their suffering by some heroic surgery.
My heart began to beat fast as they neared Raghu.
The predators were waiting for the unfortunate prey.
They had their weaponry ready and would strike down soon.
Raghu would soon be sliced open and his anonymous existence laid to rest.
He would be meeting his divine creator soon.
I think he would straight go to heaven, welcomed by angels to comfort his soul.
He had suffered hell, all his life on earth.
Even after his death he had nobly helped some students to study anatomy.
At least now, he deserved an Identity!
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