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When the examiners look like death Angels

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Stress shoots my imagination like no other thing in the Milky Way. The other day was my practical exams in Ophthalmology. Having spoilt my theory exam utterly , I was nervous about my performance in the practical exam. 

The most important thing at undergraduate level is the viva voice . I was shivering , sweating all at the same time.

The hour has struck and the bell had rung , the session started. One of the examiner was missing. So everybody was asked to face only one examiner . All was well till it was my friends turn . A tall dark, stout , angry middle aged man who was already late by an hour and a half entered the hall and continued the session . The last five ladies (us) were supposed to face him and the rest faced him.  He kept asking questions for fifteen minutes from each student.
 It was my turn now . I entered the cabinet, the scene was quite like a death sequence . There was an old fair skinned with a reddish brown beard smiling and a grumpy middle aged person with his hair dyed jet black playing with the pen , waiting for me.

According to Islamic Belief it is said that when you have done good deeds throughout your life the death Angels smile at you , and your questionnaire in the grave becomes a cake walk while for the wrongdoers they forget the answers , the examiner appears with the scariest face. As a result , you forget your answers ( Munkir and Nakir) .

I forgot every silly thing , a simple question . I appeared like a retard who knew nothing about anything in medicine . After about ten to fifteen questions I was asked to go .

Then within five minutes was the call for the Grand viva and the students were asked to go from last to first . I was panicky . Within 2 minutes , it was merely fate I had to face him again. 

This time it was still worse. The basic definition had all gone for a toss . All I needed was ten minutes of time to revise.

This again reminded me of death . We can be called back anytime by the creator . His angels in the grave will be back with the questionnaire in the grave . The paper is out , but unless and until you revise and practice it in real life and are very very familiar , your memory will surely go for a toss. 

So far so much.

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