Continued from It's No Walk in the Park- Part 1!

They stare in utter disbelief at the swooning tower of Pisa made of words like Davidsons' Medicine, and Guyton's Medical Physiology, and at long last, they behold the master of words. The piece written by the undisputed Leo Tolstoy of the medical literature world, Mr. John Everett Park. And his wife.

They gingerly feel the book's spine and the hard cover. They probably provide the book with a hard cover just so that you can knock yourself unconscious with it if it gets too much. Wow. That's some foresight. They slowly turn the hard cover around. And yes, this book creaks as you open it. It does, really.

And what lies before them is an unending revelry in the most voluminous textbook ever known to man. I say this absolute certainty, and if you disagree, I suggest you retire to the Himalayas and do some soul-searching. Pages after pages of topics that range from family planning, to the literacy rates in India, to counterfeit drugs, to presentations of diseases. This subject touches every part of medicine there is. It's like the whole of MBBS, all in one neat package. And one eloquent package. Yes, it can never be stressed enough about how verbose this magnificent metaphor for the rope and stool can be. I remember one of them asking me, "How do you read all this?"

Hiding an erupting Pompeii in my heart, I try and hide the grimace that threatens to tear across my face, and reply with either a lazy shrug, intending to mean 'Oh, it's no big deal, really!'; or with a sly laugh, intending to mean nothing at all. I won't be wrong in saying most medicos who chance upon this blog post would agree with me wholeheartedly. Find me one who doesn't. And I'll make pigs fly.