And I went to the aeroport after many years, the last time i flew from Mumbai to Kolkata was like 5-7 years back! Summoning all my courage, I entered the aeroport. Visitors not allowed. So, I had to travel alone. Check-in alone. Wait alone. Fly alone. I had some problems in the hand-baggage counter. I had carried my college bag, and so there were the permanent constituents of the bag - scalpel, scissors and stethoscope (did i tell u i am a second year medical student?). Well, so i was held bag and asked,
"Are u a doctor?"
"No, i'm a medical student"
"Yeah, we noticed several medical instruments in your bag."
"Oh yes! i never remove them. it's actually the same bag i carry daily to college."
"Well, there is a pair of scissors and something long and sharp."
"Oh... hold on...."
And i removed my 'dissection box' which i didn't even remember existed. I opened it. Two forceps. One scalpel. A pair of scissors.
"Sir, the scissors wont be allowed. You can keep the scalpel though."
The scissors to me, was non-existant. It was heavily contanimated and it was blunt.
Although, i found one thing strange. She, the policewoman, didn't have the idea that the instruments were used for dissection and were sticky and contaminated. But she could see the difference between the scalpel and scissors. At the most I could poke somebody with scissors - maybe cause minor local infection. Period! but the scalpel! I can cut someone's throat! The blade was used just thrice, it was new and sharp! And knife always scores over scissors as a weapon. Strange.
Anyway, I allowed my scissors to be confiscated. I wished it were the scalpel. the blade comes cheap. damn cheap... far cheaper than the scissors! Aeroport security! Blast!
"Are u a doctor?"
"No, i'm a medical student"
"Yeah, we noticed several medical instruments in your bag."
"Oh yes! i never remove them. it's actually the same bag i carry daily to college."
"Well, there is a pair of scissors and something long and sharp."
"Oh... hold on...."
And i removed my 'dissection box' which i didn't even remember existed. I opened it. Two forceps. One scalpel. A pair of scissors.
"Sir, the scissors wont be allowed. You can keep the scalpel though."
The scissors to me, was non-existant. It was heavily contanimated and it was blunt.
Although, i found one thing strange. She, the policewoman, didn't have the idea that the instruments were used for dissection and were sticky and contaminated. But she could see the difference between the scalpel and scissors. At the most I could poke somebody with scissors - maybe cause minor local infection. Period! but the scalpel! I can cut someone's throat! The blade was used just thrice, it was new and sharp! And knife always scores over scissors as a weapon. Strange.
Anyway, I allowed my scissors to be confiscated. I wished it were the scalpel. the blade comes cheap. damn cheap... far cheaper than the scissors! Aeroport security! Blast!
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