Monday, October 29, 2012

OH SO TRENDY! THRASH A DOCTOR OR A NURSE!


OH SO TRENDY! THRASH A DOCTOR OR A NURSE!

She was a young and petite woman with a soft voice and a benevolent face unlike the more common elderly shrill and tyrannical kind. The general opinion was that she was a good nurse who did her duties well. A few hours past midnight, she was called upon to look at one of the patients of her ward.
The patient was a frail and elderly woman whose lungs were consumed by tuberculosis and it must have been a few months of familial neglect that culminated in making it so difficult for the unfortunate old lady to breathe in air to stay alive. A few wonder drugs and nursing care had prolonged her survival for some hours but her health was too damaged to let her fight her battle against death with any degree of miraculous success.
The men who flanked the nurse as she approached the sick and decrepit patient had been well informed at the outset about the lost cause and it so appeared that they accepted that eventuality. However, when the nurse began to administer cardiopulmonary resuscitation to the unmoving body of the patient, a totally untoward reaction occurred. The burly men, who were the sons and nephews of the old lady, immediately zeroed in on the solitary nurse as their enemy and began to curse her with expletives and then manhandled her. The equation in their minds was that since their patient died at her hands, thus making her services ‘zero value’, she should as well not be allowed to live! The malevolent temerity of their act was unopposed in a ward where attendants of other patients were still undecided about which side to take as if there remained a moral dilemma to them! The fact that a few of them sported a grin each at the sight of several men beating a poor nurse was a display of their equally ungrateful and prejudiced minds. They seemed to empathize with the transformation of despairing relatives into uncontrollable assaulters and savoured every blow!
When a handicapped nursing orderly valiantly came to rescue the badly bruised and almost fainting lady, the emboldened assailants saw the opportunity to turn their ego-driven wrath on a male and their aggression knew no bounds! The poor fellow faced the brunt of the furious onslaught for several minutes and was left bleeding from many sites. They created a scene such that the doctor on duty could not reach his patient!
Herein, the sufferers were a nurse and a nursing orderly. Several such incidents take place in hospitals all over India where the life of healthcare providers is similarly threatened. ‘A doctor or a nurse was thrashed today’ is news that is increasing in frequency and every time such news unfortunately degenerates into a generalized discussion of all the shortcomings of the medical fraternity and its ungodly malpractices. Therefore a crime is justified again and again till it has become a trend and nobody cares any lesser.
It seems as if everyone in India, except the medical man, has the right to act in self-defense because the accepted thinking is that the attendants with a patient have an emotional license to do whatever they wish once things don’t work out according to their preference! Many times, it is a sordid spectacle of ego-driven power play and histrionics.
It is noteworthy that all hell breaks loose when the doctor evens the score of the blows on those who are intent on causing him mortal physical harm!

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Delhi Diary 11



            An impatient by-stander in those painful extra O.T. hours that allowed the army of mosquitoes seize my rooms by the dusky time when I reached there; lonely hours with a large TV and a laptop and a substantial Domino's home-delivered meal with no one to share because Mr. Bharat has his in-laws and Mr.Mohsinur has a home-bound plane, making it a tedious eating job over an hour; uninteresting Champions League games and the guilt-ridden sight of dust settling over the books in the desk and the tiresome disinterest of picking anyone out of that stack; the hated inactivity and yet an abject surrender to the same demons to lie motionless in the bed pondering, planning, theorizing, reasoning, dreaming and feeling and reeling under many emotions and still shaking them off to watch the game on screen...it has been that kind of a day!

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

ASTROLOGY SUCKS!


ASTROLOGY SUCKS!

The red neon lights of the billboard was one of the attractions of the ‘Astrology Research Centre’ located in the basement of a building in the heart of Lajpat Nagar. Sunny Boy had thus reached his destination and I, as his companion, was lost between alternating states of wonderment and bewilderment.
We had travelled across twenty Metro Stations to get to that place. Reminiscences from the past hour included the six counts of tussles to get in and out of the train, the careless bumps, the rude pushes, the urgent nudges and the undisciplined jostling within the bogey besides the accelerated Brownian motion of the horde of super-busy people in the platforms. Such an industrious rush hour surely increased our blood pressures.
Sunny Boy pulled out the scroll in his pocket and verified the name on display. Below it was inscribed ‘Italian Red Coral – 9 Carats’. That was the prize he so dedicatedly sought and which accounted for the adventures of the day.
We pushed in a ginormous door made of designer glass and wood and found that a group of people awaited our entry to welcome us. There were two heavyweight Bouncers in charcoal colored uniform that also matched their skin tones. They flanked an elderly frail guardsman whose rifle weighed too heavy for him. There was also one female receptionist standing within her counter to the right of us. She had to her credit playfully big eyes and a pretty face but in all probability her austere dietary habits may have caused her to possess a body that looked more painfully malnourished than attractive. Yet she captured our attention for some time because it took us a while to notice two other diminutive boys or rather, urchins, who must have worked there with menial jobs. The lady apparently had an important position within the counter in one corner of the large room, the other three corners of which were adorned by exotic flowering plants of foreign origin within illuminated tubs. The room as a whole was an example of excellent interior designing with premium woodwork, extravagant furniture and elegant lighting and the price of the room was beyond our calculations. However, that was just the ante-room. We knew that, unseen to us, in his grand room inside, the famed astrologer could be consulted for a fee of 25 thousand!
My dear friend Sunny Boy however spared me such suffering. He possessed the prescription of an equally rich astrologer from another state of India. Sunny handed over the scroll to Kareena, who was the receptionist, and whose name we knew by that time because Sunny was a smooth-talker. She thus did a good job in engaging her customer for a profitable deal. She declared, ‘There are differently priced gems by that name and for every carat, you can pay any of 1000, 2000, 5000 or 10,000 bucks according to the quality’
I just observed in disbelief that Sunny Boy bought a nine carat stone doling out 45 thousand to appease his superstitious elder brother who morbidly believed that a ring in his finger could fight the demons of heavenly bodies to bring happiness in life more than a bank balance of the money expended!
Sunny Boy no longer had a sunny face when we exited that black hole of wealth!




Monday, October 8, 2012

GOTHAM HORNS AND HIS BABY


GOTHAM HORNS AND HIS BABY

Gotham Horns keeps saying, “I am not always right but I am never wrong”. The fact that these very words have been also heard from Garfield should be taken as an example that he possesses a great mind that thinks much like the one of the cartoon cat!
The other day he did a Sherlockian tour-de-force! As the three of us were strolling in Patel Nagar, and were discussing about our career prospects Gotham halted all of a sudden and declared, ‘the baby is now 6 months old!’
In the next couple of minutes, I and Md. Sheen were busy locating the baby in question. We looked from the bosom of one female to another but could not zero in any infant! Thus we could only take Gotham’s words at face value and turned our gazes back to him, mine with enacted awe and Md. Sheen’s with overwhelming wonderment like the ever-willing pupil that he is, and we sought enlightenment together.
Gotham enjoys such unhindered opportunities of being didactic! He began, ‘of course the baby was 70cms long and looking at her mother, who was wearing decent make-up and a dress of Vero Moda, I presume they belong to the upper middle class and thus the baby gets proper nutrition from those substantial breasts, to ensure that it has had decent growth according to the charts! Then again, the baby smiled back at her mother revealing only two central incisors and no more teeth and was utterly restless looking here and there in response to the sounds of all the vehicles around! If only you could have seen the confusion in the eyes of the mother while buying supplementary cereal, you would have known that it was her first time! Lastly, the baby smiled back at me too and called pa-pa!’
All of Gotham’s explanations were right and Md. Sheen had surrendered to the tirade of resounding arguments with widely open eyes! 



Friday, October 5, 2012

ABOUT GOTHAM HORNS AND THE WORD HE SPELLED RIGHT!


ABOUT GOTHAM HORNS AND THE WORD HE SPELLED RIGHT!

Though he caught her arms,
He was worried of germs!
Her sneezes were the alarms,
And thus he regretted his charms!

            Gotham Horns would not otherwise have been so lackadaisical on a date. Three hours went by but he never kissed the perfect lips he so much praised the other day. Her noisy sniffles distracted him. The fact that she had a severely deviated nasal septum did not help matters because with the other nostril blocked, she did breathe in through her mouth. The odour of that air was poisoned by infected tonsils.
He is a much superior artist when it comes to romance and ‘amazing’ is the adjective he has earned over a span of time like the web-spinning super-hero!

Sir, it is you who came before?
You are part of our folklore!
The girl won’t be seen once more,
We noticed that since days of yore!

            The waiter of his favourite restaurant had however ceased being amazed with him, benumbed with too much regularity. The song he sang was meant less for any glory than it was in celebration of the generous tip that happened to be always his due.

You cannot be truer than a hundred bucks!
It is the day more than your song that sucks!
Is it only I who can see those sitting ducks?
I commiserate with the ones I called schmucks!

            A cool breeze came across the lake on the waters of which the ducks sat almost motionless. It made Eleanor shiver more than the dry leaves of the trees in view.

Won’t you come closer because I feel the cold?
I haven’t told you but you are very bold!
Within your rippling muscles I want to fold!
Isn’t it me you so dearly want to hold?

            Thus Gotham put down his coffee cup and gingerly advanced his hand to meet the smallish, tender and so much pretty hand that immediately clasped his one with growing affection. That very moment he felt the gentle febrile warmth, wet and sticky with a little bit of greasy sweat and the mucus rubbed off her nose and thus he fought with the irresistible desire to withdraw his hand to prevent the incessant transfer of flu-causing viruses.

            Three weeks later, Gotham Horns spelled ‘lackadaisical’ rightly and won a bet!