Saturday, August 4, 2012

Delhi Diary 9: The Total Recall Party


Delhi Diary 9: Total Recall Party



Douglas Quaid recalled only in fragments all throughout the movie but what fascinated me in ‘Total Recall’ was ‘The Fall’ and the weightlessness at the centre of the Earth. Thus, I am reading physics after so many years. Newton’s Shell Theorem and Gauss’s Flux Theorem for gravity engage me for some length of time and all the equations, the integrals and the differentials generate a total recall of the two years in higher secondary college. I once loved physics and mathematics! Many of my medico friends have told me the same. But then, years ago, we took our seats in The Fall and the transportation was permanently one-way.
Two hours later, I am writing another part of my Delhi Diary. It is about the previous night. I remember Mohsin telling me that his name means ‘charitable’ or ‘beneficent’. Thus, it was only be-fitting that he threw us a generous party for getting a job! But he is more generous than Hatem al-Tai! So, he bought us tickets for the movie too. He watched with intent and looked askew at me from time to time to assess if I understood the content. The other two fellows, Gautam and Debashish were busy re-directing the movie according to their own scripts.
The post-movie discussion was the time for total recall! All of us re-visited our interest in physics and pondered on the problems of zero gravity. Mohsinur was frantically creating problems and solving them himself while we listened with awe at the newly-discovered stalwart of physics! His rocket science theory was the most brilliant one. He declared, “Farting in zero-G would propel one in the opposite direction and could be useful navigation means!”
I was reminded of Sheldon Cooper’s asparagus woes.


Sunday, July 29, 2012

Delhi Diary 8: The Days of The Trinity


Delhi Diary 8: The Days of The Trinity




This one is at the behest of my dear senior friend Bharat da who takes immense pleasure on hearing again and again the strangely comical plight that I bore and I made my own during my encounters with three of one kind and that was some deadly contest than spanned for five days! I hesitated because no matter how many apt modifications I make and how many sympathetic words I use, I would still have not succeeded in not characterizing myself as a fool. Only a month ago I had declared to the world with a status update that “I have mastered the art of nagging any indifferent clerk and haggling over any price!!!” But, it was my mistake of being so positively arrogant. I never considered the female kind!




            On the evening that the HOD of Surgery told me that I had been selected as a Senior Resident, I was greatly elated because finally the monotony of sitting idle was going to give way to a workaholic’s resurrection. I decided to join the very next morning.
            Day 1: At 10:00 A.M. I was in the Medical Branch office and greeted everybody with a smile. The three ladies seated there smiled back at me and that was all! For every other gesture that I made the result was a totally opposite one; for every question I put, there was a reluctantly spoken ‘no’ or an implied ‘no’ with nonchalant silence. The more I persisted, the more they receded into a shell and my acoustic waves only reflected back to me! The lesson of the day was that they had not typed the result sheet till then and an appointment letter could only follow later. I returned back being hurt at having failed to charm the ladies! But then, they were middle-aged!
            Once at home, I had to narrate and explain to Mohsinur, Gautam, Bharat da, Suman, my parents and many others the things that transpired and I felt a sense of self-pity which was however transient and died in seconds because after all a job was beckoning.
            Day 2: At 10:00 A.M. after shorter smiles were exchanged, and they were also lesser in number due to the fact that one of the ladies was missing, I learned that the same absent gentlewoman was the sultana of that office and there was no way around that distressing realization. My joining had to wait another day!
            Day 3: At 10:30 A.M. no smiles happened. I was told to make another demand draft by cancelling the previous one because the amount of security money had been more than doubled. On returning from the bank, the ladies played hide-and-seek and they were pretty good at it! I, being a laggard at the game, had no choice but to return home to contest another day.
            Day 4: The previous day being a Saturday, I could only cool my heels at home.
            Day 5: I was so well-prepared! All my forms were ready and I could see no missing link. The ladies however were all together a trinity with foxy intelligence and I saw Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot and Miss Marple all at once when they showed me all kinds of deficiencies in my humble submission! They would not agree to the fact that I had forwarded a letter from the Deputy Medical Superintendent asking them to let me join as soon as possible irrespective of official hassles! I had thought that was my master stroke! They however showed me the letter was all my writing and the DMS had only written ‘forwarded’. I returned a few minutes later with an inscription ‘allowed to join’ and I won the contest at 3 P.M. too late to join the department.
            Once at home, I wondered who won it! Once a clerk, always a jerk!
            

Friday, July 27, 2012

Delhi Diary VII: The Rickshaw-puller’s Pregnancy Dilemma


Delhi Diary VII: The Rickshaw-puller’s Pregnancy Dilemma


At 4:30 P.M., a soothing cool breeze accosted me as I emerged from the air-conditioned chill of the OPD chamber, which had enclosed me for the past seven hours, in a gladdening contrast to the usual aversion of having to experience singeing due to the previously so-often-described calefaction. It had been raining heavily to flood the roads by a few centimeters depth! A faint drizzle still lingered on.
That affected my mind to decide on spending four times the fare to reach home by choosing the luxury of a solitary ride in a rickshaw instead of boarding a crowded mini-van which treats the passengers as poultry!
The rickshaw-puller, RP, enacted a cameo!
The guy was soaked in the rain and his guts were soaked in alcohol. The air he exhaled was pungently repulsive.
He asked me, “Sir! Are you part of the staff in the hospital?”
Me: I am a doctor.
RP: Then I have a problem to share!
Me: Yes, tell me.
RP: Do you have the pill to stop pregnancy?
Me: No! I don’t have it. How come you need it?
RP: What to say sir! My wife will have another child in her womb if you don’t help! We did it fifteen days ago and she did not take her pills! She told me only yesterday and I am very unhappy and thus I drank some more today! Please sir, only you can help! Give me the other pill.
Me: Why don’t you want a child? How many do you have?
RP: There are three!
Me: Then why don’t you undergo NSV?
RP: Why are you joking sir? My wife will be taking pills regularly from next time! NSV is impossible for me! I could be of use for somebody someday!
Now that was a weirdly immoral yet rib-tickling statement!
Me: How so?
That subsequent question sub-consciously followed while I tried to subdue laughter.
RP: I am thinking of helping those who can’t produce children!
Me: Ok.
This man believed in the modern concept of sperm donation.
RP: I have talked about it with my wife! She will give me only one chance and no more to impregnate her sister!
Now, my head was spinning at the grotesque statement but then, the words of the alcoholic sounded like truth.
By now, he was imploring me to fetch him the prized pill. It was my luck that I reached my destination and did it at half the usual fare for bearing with his story!



Friday, July 20, 2012

Delhi Diary VI: Return of Calefaction


Delhi Diary VI: The Return of Calefaction
Eighteen days ago the torridness that we were greeted with was very eloquently described by Mohsinur thus: it appears like I am sleeping on a frying pan! Mohsinur is a wily fellow and the stream of artful assembles of words that escape his mouth functions as an entertainment channel in itself. His facebook updates can only compete and lose because these are only shareware others make him choose! Original wit is his flamboyance which compares with the originality of the acting prowess of Will Smith whom he idolizes! The actor is my favourite as well and thus Mohsinur impresses me all the lot more. Thus, I have been reduced into a man who quotes him at all times. His intellectual influence keeps growing! He flashes a grin at me even as I type these words sitting in the couch opposite to him, where he is intently playing online cricket, and while he regards my thoughtful look in an offhand manner, I see rivulets of sweat dribbling from his forehead! This is one of the many indicators that the heat wave has returned with vengeance. After some insincere, shy and infrequent monsoon showers that somehow managed to keep the mercury readings below forty, the sun is again menacingly staring down upon Delhi during daytime. At night time, the calefaction continues with heat radiating from walls and floors and with long hours of power-cuts, tales of misery like the latter part of this one form update material from a fried brain!


Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Delhi Diary V: Cocktails


Delhi Diary V (17/07/12) : Cocktails



1798 London Morning Post and Gazetteer’s post:
Mr. Pitt,
two petit vers of “L’huile de Venus” 0 1 0
Ditto, one of “perfeit amour” 0 0 7
Ditto, “cock-tail”

A google search thus educates me regarding the origins of the word, “Cocktail”. Mr. Pitt, the then Premier of England’s pub debts included the above.

The four of us, Debashish, Gautam, Mohsinur and me, were huddled around a small table in a restaurant, on the occasion of my part of a debt, and plentiful delectable edibles filled up plates and bowls and cramped all space atop it. At one moment, we tinkled our glasses together, one filled with beer, two others with aqueous content and one with a cocktail! The meal was sumptuous and half past eleven P.M. was time to return home. However, the day was made awesome in the previous four hours! Attaboy! Our hero, and hope he doesn’t mind, Gautam, and henceforth to be called Gutlu, entertained us like a true artist! Every dialogue of the movie playing in the big screen was like a vicious delivery bowled at him by say, Wasim Akram! But by Jove! Gutlu batted well! With undying charisma which is so much talked about, and loquacious wit, he stole the limelight! The characters in the screen impaled in comparison and that included the pretty ladies, the one with a strange surname and the daughter of the Bangalore shuttler! All of us agreed where our own Gutlu belonged because Saif was over-age in that ‘awesome threesome’! Pardon me dear Gutlu but you rocked and this is only the aftermath! Alas! From tomorrow morning I will be shuttling between home and E.S.I. hospital. The free days are over.