Lunch

It was the university graduation ceremony the day after the Quiz. After that, my friend LS invited all of us (I mean the usual group of people from the good old days: JW, TW, LY, PS, WY, FK, and so forth) to lunch - in reality to celebrate her recent promotion.

LS booked the table in advance. We arrived slightly early, and found a familiar face at the table next to us.

He was the King of the Round Table (who was obviously just back from the ceremony).

A few of us nodded or waved at him. By this time, we realized the women sitting next to him was equally remarkable.

She was RY - the previous professor of endocrinology from the other side of the harbour. In no time she recognized PS and WY, the two endocrinologists of our table, and she actually came around to say hello. (RY was the external examiner when I sat for final MB.)

Some time later, the King left. He waved goodbye to us in the most heartiest manner.

We were slightly embarrassed.

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The lunch was brilliant. It has been ages since the lot of us lunch together. (Alas, the earth is a sphere. By the law of physics, any two objects would be separating from each other as they grow.)

An hour or so later, when we were done, LS asked for the check.

An apologetic captain came and whispered to her ears, "Madam, that's the bill for the dessert. The old Vice Chancellor had signed the rest for your table - he said that you are all his students."

We could not believe our ears. LS's face turned slightly red.

PS. I still remember when I first met the King; he did my interview when I applied for the medical school.

It was shortly before Christmas, 1984.