IN SHEER CELEBRATION MOOD,THIS IS A FLASHBACK TO THE YEAR @ UNIVERSITY OF TEHRAN MEDICAL SCHOOL:TUMS,WHEN I PASSED CONCOURS AND ENTERED MY DESTINY.
TOM TO TOM TOM!
That long hot summer of studying hard and hanging around in libraries,my humble study at home,in alleys and streets ,days and nights, with my notes and books,ended up in sitting in concours of TUMS,and then feeling free.
Khosro,Faramand and Ali invited me to go to Sari,my hometown,where we all were born,grew up and went to kindergarten,elementary school and high school.Ali went to Mashad to take their concours too,where he ended up there as a medical student,and finally continued his training in OB,GYN, in TUMS.
One afternoon,in shahriver 1338/september 1959,when I was walking around in the only street of Sari,
KHIABAN DARIUSH,
I saw Mr.Mahmud Tavasoli running towards me.He had a piece of newspaper in his hand,waving it in the air,with the biggest smile of the world on his face,yelling and screaming,in the middle of street:You passed concours.You passed concours of medical school.we are all proud of you!
Mr. Tavasoli was a close friend of my dad in the office of land registration,a division of department of justice,and he was so emotional at that point ,hugging me ,kissing me and keep screaming :The whole city of Sari is proud of you...That was one of the greatest moments of my life too,my friends!
I shared many moments of happiness with friend and loved ones,and especially with my kids,when they had a similar experience,entering or graduating their institutions,but I never felt I came close to Mr.Tavasoli after that long hot summer of 1338/1959.
Today I can claim I am happier than him.
I am the happiest man in the world
while I'm crying so hard.
I beat a lot of good ,hard working students,
that year in concours.
I beat a lot of happy people today,
around the world.
Believe me,
my friends!
