Ready.. Steady... Mug it up!

"The drone carries only one allele of a given gene. The queen may be heterozyhous or homozygous. On the formation of gametes by segregation in queen, and on drawing the phylogenetic tree-"

My zoology lecturer turned around and began scribbling on the board. He was explaining a question in genetics.

"-we observe that the worker bees may share either fifty or hundred percent of similar genes. On taking the average, we get 75."

We all busied ourself in copying down what he'd drawn on the board, hurriedly.

"How many of you understood?" Our teacher asked.

A round figure of fifteen of the eighty five students in my class put up their hands. I was one of them.

"Very good. The rest of you, just memorize it." He turned to face the class, looking amused by his own advice. Some of the girls giggled too.

But that was it for me. Memorize it? I would never do that! How can an education system be more favourable to someone who remembers what they study vocally and not because they've understood the depth of it?!

"The students who don't waste time on trying to understand everything will be the winners," he'd told us.

I mean, what the hell! Ever since I've joined Inter, that's all I've been told to do. "Memorizing isn't wrong. It's okay to memorize."

I can't resort to such a sick technique. I can't fall that low. But the sad part is that the machines that mug up books score more than I do. And their future is going to be visbly brighter. It isn't fair! I'd like to see them memorize their way out of MBBS. Let's see how many of these donkey-heads actually manage to get through the first year of professional college. Hmph.