"He was a medical student. One day, in his practical anatomy class, he found the fresh body he was going to dissect was his fiancée's…"
"Then? What happened next?"
You know what happened or might happen if it were you!
"You are spoilt! Literature has spoilt you. Better not talking to you." He departs.
My brother, whom I was talking to, is a bright medical student, argues often with me why I don't get good grades. I am studying literature.
Not only my brother, all of my peers have been getting great good grades in their respective subjects. And me; engaged in an eternal romance escaping from study! Or really do I?
Yes I call it romance. What else? When I read the poems by Keats written after being inspired by the Greek classical literature, I can identify myself and remain engrossed by it. The worlds of the Keats' Odes become mine when I read those. Though I don't possess the mastery over words like him to express my feelings, I feel the greatness in me that makes me take other things (exam etc.?!) petty mundane.
But when I am
asked to tell how he treated which in his poems or when I have to sit for answering what on earth forced Tess (Character of Tess of the d'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy) to marry again, it seems to me disgusting and disappointing, as I was about to marry her… I simply cook up stories and get out of the exam hall!
asked to tell how he treated which in his poems or when I have to sit for answering what on earth forced Tess (Character of Tess of the d'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy) to marry again, it seems to me disgusting and disappointing, as I was about to marry her… I simply cook up stories and get out of the exam hall!What is my fault actually? I enjoy my subject. I like to read every single of the poems and novels and everything of my syllabus without thinking much about exam. When my fellows study very studiously and systematically, I travel across the meadows of rural England of Queen Victoria or become the seducer lover of "To his coy Mistress" or try to taste the humiliation of refusal reading the likes by W B Yeats' poems!
Eventually I become the loser for my stupidity for engaging my heart in the study. Well! Studying literature and detach the heart from it, how come? I don't know. But brain work is always important 
for getting grades. What an irony!
for getting grades. What an irony!However, I know, my weird causes may serve some defensive purposes. Everyone knows, when you fall in love, you become master in making causes for escaping authority! I am no exception.
But is it totally improper to compare between sitting for these kinds of exams and putting someone's love under the scalpel while she is alive?
Sabbir Ahmed Osmani
But is it totally improper to compare between sitting for these kinds of exams and putting someone's love under the scalpel while she is alive?
Sabbir Ahmed Osmani
Comments
You should go 'where the mind is without fear'- R Tagore
Do what your heart tells you. If you have the patience, your minds will agree sooner or later.
Asrar Chowdhury
"sittiing for exams" k "putting your love under scalpel" hishebe na dekhe "describing your love; her merits as well as demerits" hishebe dekhte parle problemta ektu kome.
& I think both heart and brain r necessary coz I believe in Synthesis -
"Without contraries is no progression" (Blake)
amar kache bishoe ta arekto complicative mone holo jokhon life er point of view theke deki . coz it's artful and changeing. but livelihood er point of view theke dekle mone hoe it's needed to be changed.Moreover we should remember 'WHAT IS LOTTED , CANNOT BE BLOTTE