Me: Supply aagai to kia karon ga?
M1: Chilla kashi karo gay, aur kia.
Whereby I pleasently reminded her that she was the one who burst into tears duirng/after viva's. And she flew at me with her razor sharp new attitude coming from her latest bout of turning the tap loose in front of an examiner named Mustansar Billa. Yes, that's his real name.
I told her she was mad and for proof I showed her this message I'd come across while going through her phone. (hey, don't judge me! An ever constant source of amusement, it is).
"Yaar tumhare paas pregnant uterus hai?"
Apparently the next day, her batch also bagged the long slides with war-cries of "my rectum!", "my testis!" and "my prostate!". Much to the the bewilderment of the lab attendants, me thinks.
Who said Histology was boring? Never a dull moment.