It was a condolence meeting. As usual, people were more interested in telling their own encounters rather than grieving the loss of the deceased.
"Do you remember Madam XXX?" someone whispered to his neighbor in the row in front of me. "The one who just spoke?"
"Yes" the neighbor said. I looked at the speaker who had just paid condolences to the deceased. She had been faculty when I was a resident doctor.
"Do you know what she used to do?" the first one asked.
"What?" the neighbor asked in reply.
"She used to stand behind us guys while we were assisting an abdominal operation being performed by Sir. In order to see better, she would lean forward and put her entire front against our backs."
"......" was the neighbor's response.
'All of them together or one at a time?' I wondered.
"One at a time, of course," the first one said. I wondered how he read my thoughts, me sitting behind him and all. "But she treated all of us in turn."
'Treated?' I thought. 'That is touching students inappropriately. It is sexual harassment.'
'Did you work in her unit any time?" the first one asked.
"Yes" said the neighbor in a sort of strangled voice.
"So you know about it firsthand?"
"Yes" came the strangled reply. He actually blushed while the first one was leering. I could understand why both of them did not complain - the first one had enjoyed it, while the second one had been embarrassed and perhaps afraid too.
"Do you remember Madam XXX?" someone whispered to his neighbor in the row in front of me. "The one who just spoke?"
"Yes" the neighbor said. I looked at the speaker who had just paid condolences to the deceased. She had been faculty when I was a resident doctor.
"Do you know what she used to do?" the first one asked.
"What?" the neighbor asked in reply.
"She used to stand behind us guys while we were assisting an abdominal operation being performed by Sir. In order to see better, she would lean forward and put her entire front against our backs."
"......" was the neighbor's response.
'All of them together or one at a time?' I wondered.
"One at a time, of course," the first one said. I wondered how he read my thoughts, me sitting behind him and all. "But she treated all of us in turn."
'Treated?' I thought. 'That is touching students inappropriately. It is sexual harassment.'
'Did you work in her unit any time?" the first one asked.
"Yes" said the neighbor in a sort of strangled voice.
"So you know about it firsthand?"
"Yes" came the strangled reply. He actually blushed while the first one was leering. I could understand why both of them did not complain - the first one had enjoyed it, while the second one had been embarrassed and perhaps afraid too.
