Went to the hospital after a long time, almost equivalent to an eon for me… as my long term memory fades as soon as a month goes by. Entered the building with a new hope… a new outlook to life… all I had in mind was happiness, happiness to be able to find some faces who won’t judge me by my face…and read ‘Studious’ on my face… and reconsider (better say ‘don’t consider’) their decision to be with me, or say even talk to me.
But at the hospital the best thing was that no one knew that I am Gurmeet… and even after they knew so, they didn’t knew I ‘the’ Gurmeet. And hence they all acknowledged my presence there and reciprocated my smiles with theirs. So began my experience at the hospital. The doctor donning the air of sincerity, had her sincerity dissolved to light joking as soon as I made silly attempts at checking my temperature by inserting the thermometer in my mouth and with the rod in me I came out of the room into the lobby confessing her I didn’t know how to check my blood pressure Only to get scolded by her ‘Go and sit in the room, you are not supposed to do all this yourself. I will send the nurse. and take the thermometer out of your mouth :P’
The nurse came in with a bad mood. She didn’t reflect my 10Watt smile back. Never mind,,, second attempt: I said a ‘Hello’… got a bubbling smile! This worked Next step, get to know what happened to her mood,,, not so difficult: another nurse came in saying “How do her kids tolerate her” and I knew they were scolded by the doctor for not being in the room when I needed to check my temperature and BP. So now to make them normal towards me I had to be childish… Here goes the thermometer back into my mouth, to receive two signals simultaneously, ungarbled and quite expected: ‘Muh me mat dalo!!!’
Back to doctor doctor, where she was preparing herself a list of medicines to prescribe me. She just started the marathon as soon as she had the prescription paper in her hands. I interrupted after Three ‘These many medicines’ and she didn’t reply!?!?!…But after a few moments, ‘these are not These many X X X X X’ (Where X X X X X = details of each of the medicines ) Then owing to my severe throat pain I had to ask her to add Strepsils (that’s all I expected out of the hospital) to the never ending list only to get back the most witty response possible… the one I cold have easily imagined :’Now you yourself are asking for more :P’!!!