Just rice and curry
Mohammed Mustafa worries about the image of medical students and sets out on a journey of self discovery
I am on the M4, and it is mid-morning. With the headlights ablaze, and mobile phone firmly pressed against my ear, I steer my Beemer to within inches of the car ahead, eager to resume my erstwhile three figure speed. I flash the lights, just for good measure. The sound system is blasting a tune that confirms me as young, brash, and ultrasuccessful. But you are thinking otherwise, I am sure. Actually, I drive an Astra that sounds like a tractor and is as threatening as a deflated balloon, but I need you to work with me on this one. Image is significant, and how you are perceived can dictate, at the very least, the successful outcome of a tête à tête.
The odds of gaining entry into medical school are well heralded; a medic's reputation as being academically apt is therefore branded into the nation's psyche. That reputation, however,