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(Visa Qualifying Exam)
Vivek Gumaste
IngramSpark
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V.Q.E
(Visa Qualifying Exam)
The Tale of an Indian Physician in the
United Kingdom of the 1980’s
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Contents
Preface xiii
Prologue xv
1. The Beginning 03
2. You don’t Make a Telegram……. 10
3. London, YMCA and a £2 Nan 17
4. Waiting for the Results 22
5. Monikers and a Taste of English Food 29
6. “You, Dirty Paki” 38
7. A Harrowing Weekend Call .. 51
8. Third World London 69
9. The ‘Iron Lady’s’ Vision of UK: No Place for
Asians 76
10. A Challenging Assignment and My First
Liver Biopsy 82
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Glossary 199
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Figures
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Preface
In 1980, after completing medical school in India, I
landed in Britain to appear for the Visa Qualifying Exam
(V.Q.E) in pursuit of my dream to get to the United
States.The V.Q.E was a mandatory test of medical
knowledge that was required of foreign medical
graduates who wished to practice medicine in the United
States. I was young, a full 26 years old, ambitious and
opinionated. The two and a half years that I spent in
Britain were eventful.
My book is a recollection of those memories of Britain
and my experience of that country. It is also a narrative
of an ex-colonial subject coming face to face with the
country of his ex-rulers and the bitterness that he feels
toward Britain, the country that exploited his people.
Additionally, it is a commentary on the travails faced by
young foreign doctors as they go about advancing their
careers in Britain. Thrown into this unlikely cocktail is
the political backdrop of Britain in the 80s, the rise of
Margaret Thatcher, the royal wedding of Princess Diana
and Prince Charles, the Falklands War and racism.To
what genre does this book belong? I am not sure. Is it a
pristine memoir? Not exactly. Is it outright fiction?
Certainly not. I would feel more comfortable in calling
this book a quasi-factual reminiscence. Parts of my
narration may not be one hundred percent accurate as I
have depended on my memory to recall events that
occurred more than 30 years ago. And I have used
artistic license to embellish the written description of
some of the personalities that figure in my account.
However, the central theme of this story is authentic, the
cardinal events recalled are true, and the feelings
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My stay at Epping was an initiation for me on several
fronts, food being one of them. After spending two
months in the sheltered eating environment of my uncle’s
home where I was fed excellent home-made Indian food
on a daily basis, I was not prepared for what I faced. In
Epping, I felt as though I’d been thrown out into a
culinary wilderness to face the raw insipidity of English
cuisine. To make matters worse, I was a vegetarian – or
rather, an eggetarian to be more precise.
The blandness of English food struck me on my very
first day. Late in the evening when I walked into the
cafeteria and asked for something that did not contain
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